The cat's reaction to being forced to attack is

……

Originally the black-haired boy was lying on his back, but now the platinum-haired man held his thin white palm and leaned over to narrow the distance until the breathing of each other was clearly audible, the disordered, ambiguous and intimate The atmosphere is also more unusual.

The long crow-like eyelashes of the young man who was leaned down only trembled for a moment.

The delicate and beautiful little face is still expressionless.

The adult man who was still approaching, as if he was about to really do something, suddenly straightened up, and the bright smile on his face, which was light to cold, remained unchanged throughout the process.

"Okay, my little 'angel'—"

The exaggerated and undulating voice that was still bouncing said enthusiastically.

"Come and guess who I am?"

At this time, the bright and cheerful smile turned slightly, and the half of the cheeks in the slightly dark shadow made it a little weird.

The slender eyebrows of the black-haired boy frowned, but at this moment he only turned his head slightly, and the clear and soft boy's voice spoke without any ups and downs.

"………Who are you?"

The platinum-blond man saw that the boy didn't respond to the playful question, nor did he take any negative actions. His dark iron-gray pupils narrowed slightly, and his smile didn't fade, but under the half-light, it seemed that the arc widened even further. .

"I'm the... 'uncle' of little 'Angel'."

The black-haired boy frowned.

"...my mother had no brothers."

When he was a child, the emperor let visitors from the Capet family meet him, and told him so during the brief introduction.

"Oh, oh—of course, of course—"

The platinum-blonde man spread his hands outwards, and danced around the room several times with his long legs, as if he was performing a sighing drama.

Following his pacing movements, the dark black eyes of the young man lying on the soft seat moved slowly, and gradually he could see the whole picture of the room clearly.

Surprisingly, it's a fairly modern wheelhouse.

Sometimes you can see the circuit pattern of the light blue instrument battery, and from time to time you can hear the small "didi" sound of electronic equipment operating.

This is actually not common in the environment that teenagers see.

From the imperial palace of the Gallo Empire to the manor castle of the second emperor's brother, everything follows the architecture and etiquette of the ancient European royal family. Except for the modern carts used for travel, the fireplaces in the castle are all retro styles.

In Interstellar, it can be said that the more ancient it is, the more resources and financial resources it consumes. There is also a trend among nobles who are more noble and more ancient.

Although the royal family of the empire just followed the old traditions to remember the predecessors.

On the contrary, to achieve such a level of modern technology is completely another extreme.

Among them, the handsome man who walks like a walk is quite tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist. It seems that because of his personal preference, the hem of his shirt is tucked into dark trousers, and the waistband of the trousers is very high, which shows that he has excellent proportions. At the same time, it is easy to give the impression that a man is still quite young.

Calculated by the height of an adult man, the man should be in his 20s, but maybe it is the immature, dramatic expression and behavior that is extremely sensitive to beauty and unknown artistry, the man looks like he has just grown up , there is still a special feeling in the body between the distant world and the green.

"After all, I am the guardian of the 'Angel'. Those ugly people are jealous of me, criticize me, and will cross out my name. This is just a matter of course—"

A male voice that heaved and sighed like an aria murmured.

When he spoke, the platinum-blond man's demeanor was as serious as his tone, and his dark iron-gray pupils showed a hint of sarcasm.

At the end of the sentence, the man wore dark leather shoes that would leave a pleasant knocking sound when he stepped on the metal floor, spun around as if dancing on the ground, and walked towards the black-haired boy again.

"My little 'angel'—"

The bright smile that never faded from his handsome face looked unusually enthusiastic when he mentioned the word "angel", and his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly under the half-light.

The exaggerated ups and downs of the voice stopped abruptly in the next second.

"I'm afraid I can only accompany you here today, maybe, we, see you tomorrow..."

His voice became weaker, and the platinum-blond man turned around, twirled his feet as if there was no sign when he came, and walked out of the room from the side of the hatch.

The young man with black hair saw this behavior as if he was performing a drama, and he didn't say a word the whole time.

The expression didn't even change, the pale-delicate little face was expressionless.

The man came and left in a hurry, the young man thought for a while, turned his body slightly, pulled the thin quilt over his body, and closed his eyes again.

……

When Xin Mo fell into a dream that day, he didn't smell the scent of mint. The white mist that had been lingering for the past few days gradually dissipated a little, and he seemed to see a clear scene in a trance.

As the vision became clearer, he heard singing.

The tone of the singing voice was very strange, as if there was an echo in the corridor of the empty room, so it seemed that the corridor was empty and abnormal.

And he seemed to be huddled in some small space that could accommodate his slender body, like a closet or something like that.

He wasn't sure if the person in his perspective was hiding, but at this moment, the person in the main perspective was breathing fast and cramped, his chest was rising and falling, and his heart was beating extremely fast.

"Sing a sixpence song—

The bag is full of rye~”

The voice singing the nursery rhymes was suddenly far away, suddenly approaching, constantly drifting like a ghost.

The unsteady breathing of the main viewer trembled accordingly.

"24 blackbirds,

To be baked in a pie—”

However, the singing voice rose strangely at this time, and then fell again.

The main viewer suddenly became more and more short of breath.

Simo seems to know the reason vaguely.

Because the footsteps of people singing nursery rhymes seem to be getting closer to the small space where the main viewer is hiding.

"When the pie was peeled and the blackbird started singing—"

The carelessly rising and falling singing voice hums and slowly walks past in front of the eyes with the breath of the main perspective.

Sim Mo felt that the main viewer, who was holding his breath, seemed to hear the sound of footsteps fading away, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

"The blackbird began to sing—

This is not at the king's table,

——Is it a very delicious 'meal'?"

Sim Mo listened to the sound of the ballad that suddenly amplified from a distance with the sound of exhalation, until it was close to the ear and could be clearly heard. Following the main perspective, he stopped breathing for a moment in shock.

.........

The nightmare-like dream ended suddenly, and the residual memory of a moment made the black-haired boy's breathing much more chaotic than in normal sleep.

In any case, the timing of this dream was too coincidental.

Although the singing in the dream seems to be distorted and distorted due to the memory combined with the subjective impression of the dream owner himself, but the malicious arrangement seems to be deliberately arranged, and the nursery rhyme-like horror seems to have a point.

Perhaps because of the slight confusion for a moment, the black-haired boy recalled the impression of the moment before he came to the strange environment at the same time.

At the moment when his still sober memory realized what had happened with the roar of the sergeant, and then saw the emperor brother and the surrounding guards lose their response one after another, and his sharp ears fell into a short-term tinnitus state, he was sure that he heard arrive……

The chirping sound of hawks and falcons.

Just for a moment, but very clearly.

Before the black-haired boy had time to think, there was the sound of leather shoes landing on the side of the wheel well.

Without distinguishing, he saw a tall, platinum-blond man walking in with brisk steps.

He holds a cup of coffee in a porcelain cup in his right hand, and a dark round tray in his left.

The tray was huge, at least half the size of a tabletop, but inside it only contained two half-filled glasses of milk, and one... an injection tube.

The screen comparison looks pretty weird.

The platinum-blond man didn't seem to notice it, and sat down beside the black-haired boy's soft seat with brisk steps humming a little tune, and placed the tray on a small table that looked like a bedside wooden cabinet.

By the way, the place where the black-haired boy has been sleeping since he woke up last time can't even be called a bed, but a barely comfortable soft seat with a backrest close to the level of lying on his back.

At least there is a thin quilt.

The boy looked down at his abdomen, and realized that he seemed to be in this strange environment and hadn't eaten once.

He fell into two lengthy sleeps one after another, but if he was hungry, he would feel empty in his stomach, but maybe he missed eating too long, and he wasn't as hungry as he should be.

But the reaction of the stomach became sluggish, but the limbs of the body completely reflected the lack of food energy, and there was almost no strength to lift up.

Obviously it is rare to wake up from a dream that is not disturbed by the white mist...

"Oh, my dear, dear little 'Squirrel', I was wondering if you should be hungry—"

A male voice with exaggerated undulations and jumping tones came.

...It seems that the title has changed.

Although the boy didn't pay much attention to this title, but the impression he heard from the previous waking up, and was repeatedly deepened, changed when he woke up for the second time. He still unconsciously raised his eyes and looked at the platinum blonde The man glanced.

"What's the matter, my little squirrel, are you curious about the little change in my name?"

The platinum-haired man smiled brightly, as if he was really happy.

"Actually, there's no need to be nervous, little squirrel. I also like to call you Cookie. It's just a natural transition process. You think, people are changeable, and so are the things I like. As the you I like, The way I want to call your name is also changeable—”

While stirring the coffee in the porcelain cup with a teaspoon, the man kept jumping and narrating. The strange thing is that it seems like a process of ordinary people chattering, but it is not easy for people to be bored by him.

Probably like... the state of a male actor who is proficient in opera and loves sweet talk.

As he spoke, he poured a half-filled glass of milk into the coffee cup.

According to the ratio, milk and coffee are almost 1:1.

In a sense, this man did not lie at a certain point, for example, he actually likes sweet food.

The black-haired boy didn't respond to the man's words, nor did he respond to the man's actions that didn't suit the general male appetite, acting like a bystander the whole time.

However, the man happily took a sip of the drink in the porcelain cup that he didn't know whether it should be called "milk coffee" or "coffee milk". The gesture of invitation is warm and authentic.

"Oh my cookie, I forgot, you should have something too, you're welcome—"

The direction of the palm is the injection tube.

If the black-haired boy's common sense is correct, it should be called "nutrients".

Efficient, convenient, fast, and even have different tastes similar to food.

Judging from the man's usual, even natural, smile, it seems that he himself usually eats like this, and the drink is carefully brewed coffee.

The man stirred the coffee cup again with a teaspoon obsessively, then raised his eyes and said.

"Oh, and since the cookies are still growing, I've got milk for the drink too, which I think you'll like—I've added honey."

Refers to another half-filled glass.

...that's really impressive.

The black-haired boy thought blankly.

It's just that he continued to sit and lie in the same place silently, and the platinum-blond man sat motionless on the soft side chair with a bright smile and enthusiasm.

……

After a while, the boy probably realized that if he didn't feel like eating something, the man would probably just sit beside him with a smile all the time.

Maybe a more nasty nickname will be invented later.

The black-haired boy moved his fingers, and glanced at the syringe and milk with his dark eyes.

...He actually didn't use nutritional supplements.

So the boy hesitated for a moment, then picked up the glass.

Slowly he sipped the milk into his lips.

Probably due to the boy's original habit, he always drank very slowly in small sips.

It's easy to make people feel that His Royal Highness is well-behaved.

It's just that the way he sips the milk-scented cold drink with his light red lips is really like a small animal.

Especially after drinking, there is still a little stain on the little lips, and it seems that they want to stick out the tip of the pink tongue and lick it habitually.

"Oh, my little 'kitty'..."

The handsome man with platinum hair had dark steel-grey pupils with a strange color at this moment, looking at the young man who obediently finished his milk, his expression showed an undisguised enthusiasm that seemed to be addicted.

As if he couldn't help it, he lowered his head and dropped a kiss on the cheek of the boy who was holding the glass.

The black-haired boy raised his head slightly to look at the man in confusion.

He didn't seem to understand which of his actions caused the man to go crazy again.

"My lovely little 'cat', I will definitely come to see you tomorrow. Until then, you can do whatever you like. I hope you have me in your dreams."

These were the words left by the man who stared at him obsessively, with a sickly blush on his side cheeks, before leaving the cabin room.

Sim Mo tilted his head in confusion, but he noticed the uncollected syringe on the tray and put it away.

He looked at the metal needle of the syringe and hid it in the interlayer under the soft seat cushion.

……

At the same time, in the imperial palace of the Jialuo Empire, there was a rapid and powerful sound of military boots landing on the corridor.Judging from its speed, I am afraid that even the sergeant is advancing at the speed of a rapid march.

The long whistle that hadn't sounded in the palace for a long time hovered in the air, and the black wings landed on the forearm of the general's military uniform.

"Your Majesty, Edgar has marked the direction in which the lawbreakers took His Royal Highness away, please allow me—"

"—permit me to bring back my fiancé."

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