I'm really not a princess!

So why didn't the dragon capture the hunter as his wife instead of capturing him?

Oh, because she is not a princess, but she is.

No, I'm not a princess either!

The little prince's mind was in a mess, and he subconsciously avoided the dragon's hand touching his head.

"Al." The dragon noticed his distraction, "Do you feel bored?"

The little prince came back to his senses suddenly: "No..."

"I'm really bored." Rong Ling smiled, and raised her voice, "Squat——"

Following his voice, a small white figure jumped out of the window.

The little prince's eyes lit up: "Hey, kitten!"

The whole body of the kitten is snow-white, only the hair on the top of the head and four paws is black.It walked to the crowd with graceful steps, Rong Ling knelt down and picked up the kitten and sent it to the little prince's arms.

"Let's go play with it behind the house." Rong Ling said, "The roses in the garden just bloomed."

The little prince pursed his lips.

He looked at the dragon and tried to convey that he didn't want to go out.

The evil dragon successfully received his sight, "Go if you want, and be careful not to fall into the river."

The little prince had no choice but to go out with the kitten in his arms.

"Your name is squat, right?" The little prince stroked the kitten in his arms tenderly, "I'll take you out to play."

The cat gave a very soft "meow", which sounded very forced.

Roses of various colors are planted in the garden, and they are blooming enthusiastically at this time.

The little prince sat down on the boulder beside the rose bush.

Squatting jumped out of his arms, tilting his head to smooth his hair.

"Squat squat, what do you think they are talking about?" The little prince didn't care about looking at the flowers at all, and put his hands on his chin to wander, "Rong Ling is so beautiful."

"Mr. Evil Dragon would never let me go alone, but just now he just let me out..."

"Does he not like me anymore?"

"Is it because I don't have breasts?"

"But neither does Rong Ling."

After squatting and smoothing his hair, he patted the little prince's leg with his paw.

The little prince picked it up, and in a trance, messed up the neatly squatted hair.

"It doesn't matter if you don't like me, but if you like me too much, it becomes love."

"I don't want him to love me."

"And I seem to be sick, and I have had several attacks, and I don't know if it will be cured or not."

"Squat, do you know what's wrong with me?" The little prince paused, "I dreamed that Mr. Dragon kissed me."

"Every time I finish my dream, I feel like I have a fever."

"Am I weird?"

"That's right, who always dreams of someone kissing him."

Squat looked a little irritable, and kept fidgeting in the little prince's arms, wanting to jump out.

It's a pity that the little prince didn't notice.

He took the kitten as a confidant, and once the spigot was opened, it was like a flood pouring in, and he couldn't stop it.

"Let me tell you a secret." The little prince lowered his voice, "Actually, I am not a princess, but a prince."

As soon as the words fell, squatting suddenly patted the little prince's chest.

The movements are more neat than when Rong Ling just drew the bow.

little Prince:"!"

little Prince:"……"

You rascal cat!