Dragon, dragon, keep your eyes open

In the early morning, Chachar opened his sleepy eyes, and the elf had already woken up.

He is wearing an ice blue robe today, embroidered with leaves of the tree of life belonging to the totem of the elves. status in the clan.His silver hair was tied up in a delicate and luxurious little corolla. Even without the sunlight, it still exuded a radiant light. It was beautiful and very in line with his identity.

Seeing that Chachar woke up, Phils immediately cast a water polo technique.A group of blue and shiny water polo suddenly floated in the air. The elf took out a white silk handkerchief, wetted it and wrung it dry, and washed Chachar's face delicately and gently.

"I, I can do it myself." Chachar felt warm in his heart, the elves were so kind to him.

"Who made you so cute? I can't help but want to treat you better." The corner of the elf's mouth slightly raised, and his blue sea-like eyes were filled with tiresome pampering: "Okay, let's change clothes .”

The elves have already prepared exquisite costumes for him, but Chachar still doesn't know how to wear human clothes, it's too complicated!Although I wore it for a while when I was in human form when I was a child, the styles are very simple, and after so many years, I have long forgotten how to wear them.

But Phils didn't dislike his ignorance and clumsiness, and personally taught him how to wear the complicated and cumbersome human clothing.

"This collar button is just a decoration, like this, just wear a ribbon." Fiers' fingertips ran across his white neck, touched his smooth and tender skin, and felt the person under his fingers as he wished. trembling and avoidance.

Chachar couldn't stand the ambiguity at close range. The elf's eyes and fingers seemed to have magical powers, and even the slightest touch made him unable to control himself.

"What are you hiding from? It's not easy to learn like this." Fiers's bright eyes leaked a frightening light, and they were as sticky as honey, which was hard to break.Chachar had nowhere to hide from his passionate gaze.

The elf caressed his chest, and his slender and well-articulated fingers carefully and slowly helped him arrange the bodice on his chest. It was obviously just a simple movement, and even though it was separated by a layer of fabric, Chachar felt the heat. temperature.

"Also, it's still me, do it yourself." Chachar stepped back, but the elf followed closely.

"Why do you always refuse me, and ruthlessly deprive me of the right to serve you." The elf smiled charmingly, helped him with the final care, and scraped the bridge of his nose with his bent index finger: "Okay, let's go out Let's eat."

The elf's industrious subordinates had already prepared a delicious breakfast. Seeing his master come out of the tent, Kathman led all the attendants to salute the elf.

"My lord, breakfast is ready."

Phils took Chachar's hand, led him to the carpet, and sat cross-legged together.

The breakfast is very rich, and the appearance is exquisite, which will increase the appetite.Phils has a high status, and he has accepted court etiquette since he was a child, so his gestures are elegant and noble, even the posture of holding the knife and fork and the manner of eating are impeccably elegant.

Seeing it, Chachar felt ashamed, so he quickly followed suit, imagining how to use the tableware confidently and gracefully like an elf, but he had no experience, and he couldn't draw a tiger like a dog. The instability caused the two subordinates to laugh secretly.

Chachar blushed, and looked down at the elf in bewilderment, wishing that there would be a hole in the ground.

But the elf wrapped his hand with a strong palm, comforting gently: "Don't worry, I will teach you slowly." Then a soft kiss fell on Chachar's forehead, and then he made a cold voice : "Who laughed just now?"

Gade was full of bad intentions. He glanced at the two young attendants whose faces were already pale, and still defended them in his heart: "My kind Lord Fels, they just think that Mr. Chachar is too cute. His learning spirit It deserves our admiration."

The elf didn't listen to Kathman's good words, and the hidden steel fork in his hand bent and folded instantly: "You think I'm deaf?"

Kathman knelt down on one knee, bowed his head in fear: "This subordinate does not dare to have such rebellious thoughts, please forgive me." Then the two young attendants also knelt down with a "plop", trembling and lying on the ground. on the ground.

Chachar was taken aback, he didn't understand why the elf suddenly got angry, and Kathmand was so frightened that his forehead was sweating, he took Firth's hand, and pleaded for his loyal servant: "Firth, please forgive me!" Let him go, he's not at fault."

"Honey, you are so kind." The elf spoke to him much more kindly, as if he had two faces.

Chachar was heartbroken that the elves cared about him, but he didn't want Kathman and others to be punished, so he pleaded with the elves again.

Phils sighed helplessly, and forgave the attendant's crime: "Just this once, if I see you disrespecting my friends again, I will teach him a lesson he will never forget.

The two attendants lying on the ground said tremblingly, "Thank you, Lord Firth, for your kindness, and thank you, Lord Chachar, for your kindness."

This unpleasant incident just passed, and the relationship between Chachar and Phils became closer. For example, he washed and dressed Chachar himself every morning, and fed him food. When passing the steep slope, Phils I will also go to recite Chachar in person, and always leave the best part of the delicious food to Chachar.

Among the subordinates, some were surprised and some were dissatisfied. How could their lord be so dignified, a god-like figure, lose his identity to this wild child who came out of nowhere? !But thinking of what happened to those two young attendants, he didn't dare to say anything, and could only respect Chachar more and more on the surface.

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That night, Chachar fell into a deep sleep amidst the singing of the elves, and the restlessness in his body made him sleep restlessly.

It was only the fourth day of meeting Phils, and the two had just met. Chachar didn't dare to make that request, for fear that the elf would be abrupt and destroy the relationship they had finally established.But the body's needs are irrational, it clamors for appeasement, and longs for integration.

Chachar tossed and turned, writhing uncomfortably, and returned to the night at the door of the house in a trance.

The familiar yet unfamiliar male voice seemed to be coming from the sky vaguely, whispering touching words of love, entangled with him.The cold moonlight in the secluded valley, the scent of flowers, the night wind with the fragrance of plants and trees, and the chirping of reptiles, engulfed sweet memories, and put Chachar in the world of bliss again.

It should be a dragon, the scales are smooth and hard, the torso is strong and powerful, the warm tongue touches the tender fleshy membrane on the wings, so sensitive that he almost cried out...

Who is it?Is it just imagined in its dream?

"Chachar..."

"Wake up..."

Chachar muttered and turned over. He was still entangled with male Long Meimei in his dream, and he didn't want to be disturbed at all.

"Baby, wake up!"

Chachar wanted to see who the male dragon lying on him was, but he failed.

"Baby, if you don't wake up, I will be rude!"

Chachar was overwhelmed by the disturbance, and finally opened his eyes. Here... a low tent, with a softly glowing flower lamp, this is the elf's tent!Chachar woke up with a start and sat up.

Phils hugged him into his arms, bit the tip of his ear jokingly, and said ambiguously, "Little thing, let's see what good things you have done in the middle of the night."

Chachar didn't know anything, and looked into the elf's blue eyes suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Phils smiled with his lips hooked, his eyes darkened, his breath was so hot so close, his right hand slowly stroked the heel of Chachar's leg, and he moved forward again to the nest where the honey was produced, and gently tapped his index finger The hook made Chachar tremble all over.

The elf smiled lowly, sprayed his breath on his earlobe, and then raised his index finger in front of him, which was stained with fresh honey: "You have been dishonest all night, look what bad things you have done!"

Chachar only felt a rush of blood rushing straight to his forehead, he was stunned, his face flushed, he never thought that he would have such a dream in the arms of the elf, and his body did not have his permission to make such a dream What should I do if I wait for something embarrassing?what to do?I heard that human beings are very conservative and moral. Will the elves hate him? ! !

Chachar was so sad that he was about to cry, and he didn't dare to look at the elf's face at all, for fear of being disgusted by him.

"You get the stolen goods, you little villain!" The elf waved his fingers under his lowered eyelids, and said, "I officially announce that your stolen goods will be seized!"

Chachar's gaze moved with his fingertips, and he watched dumbfoundedly as the elf put his index finger into his mouth, and the bright red tip of his tongue licked away the biggest drop. This was not enough, and he wrapped the entire upper half of his index finger and curled it all up. Clean up.

"You..." Chachar was stunned and didn't know what to say to the elf.

The elf took his hand and put it on the painful place: "Not only did you secretly do bad things yourself, but you also kept rubbing against me, making my body very uncomfortable."

"Yes, I'm sorry, then, what should I do?" Chachar's mind was in a mess, and he could only stammer along the elf's words to find a solution.

"It's very simple." Phils lifted his chin and made him look at himself: "Don't be afraid, I will teach you."

"Really?" Hearing that the elf said it was very simple and willing to teach himself, Chachar's heart was relieved immediately, and he looked at him eagerly.

"Naturally it is true!" The elf kissed his lips: "Give me your hand at ease, and I will teach you the correct way to pick mushrooms."