I'm really not a princess!

At night, the little prince lay down on the bed after washing himself fragrantly, studying esoteric magic.

The maid came in with the newly made clothes.

"Your Highness, the queen told you to try."

The little prince got up from the bed with a flushed face.

"Understood." The little prince told the maid, "Light up the fireplace for me, and then you can go down."

The little prince was halfway through trying on the clothes, when he suddenly heard movement outside the window, as if something had hit the glass, especially in the silent night.

"Little, Your Highness." The maid was obviously frightened, and asked hesitantly, "Did you hear anything?"

The little prince poked his head out from behind the curtain.

"What sound? I didn't hear it." Seeing that the fireplace was lit, he waved the maid out, "It's nothing to do with you."

The maid waited for him to say this, quickly packed up and left, and very considerately put out the candles in the room, and even took the oil lamp away.

The little prince heard that there was no movement outside, so he opened the curtain and came out. In the darkness, relying on his feeling, he rushed to the window in three steps at a time, and pulled the curtain aside.

Outside the window, the evil dragon with its wings was watching him quietly.

The moonlight was bright and clear, softening the dragon's usually sharp face.

It looks very gentle.

The little prince pursed his lips, his heart beating violently.

"Mr. Dragon!" He hastily opened the window, "When did you come?"

The evil dragon folded its wings, gracefully landed on the window sill, and got into the house after a short stature.

"Not long."

The little prince supported the dragon's palm, "I think your hand is a bit cold."

As he spoke, he led the dragon to the fireplace, lit the candles, and moved a chair for the dragon to sit on.

The evil dragon was not in a hurry, he first lifted the little prince up and weighed him.

"It's a bit heavier." The walking scale, Mr. Evil Dragon, was very satisfied.

Hearing this, the little prince was a little embarrassed, "The dessert made by the new chef in the palace is very delicious, so I couldn't help but eat more."

"It's okay." The evil dragon didn't care at all, "I just want to be fatter."

It can be eaten when it is fattened.

"Didn't you say you would come to see me in two days?" The little prince counted on his fingers, "It's been one, two... six days."

Isn't this studying the mysteries of the human body?

The evil dragon didn't want to say more, but suddenly he smelled a fine fragrance, not strong, but very tempting.

He took advantage of the situation to change the topic: "What's the smell? It smells so good."

"Huh?" The little prince was taken aback, with a vigilant expression on his face, "You smell my donuts?"

Dragon: "?"

"You actually hid the donuts under the quilt." The evil dragon didn't know what to say about him, "Is it that delicious?"

"My sister said I was fat and wouldn't let me eat." This is what he secretly left behind.

"How much fat can you get at this point?"

"But my mother also said that if you are fatter, you won't look good in a dress."

The little prince still cares about face.

"The chef in the palace probably changed a new recipe, and the grilled fish is very fragrant."

Speaking of this, the little prince was very excited.

"But that fish is too small, it takes seven or eight of them to weigh as much as the fish in the forest."

"I want to eat your grilled fish and lamb."

"I want to eat a small pheasant."

……

The evil dragon listened to him quietly.

He suddenly realized that he still missed Al very much.

Just listening to him speak is very satisfying.

When the little prince told him how big the fish in the palace was, he raised his wrist, and the sleeves slid down his arm to his elbow, his skin was dazzlingly white.He subconsciously looked away, and caught a glimpse of the little prince's unbuttoned clothes, and the exposed part looked even fairer.

The dragon felt his throat dry.

The temperature of the fireplace seems to be a little high.

As soon as he thought this, the little prince sneezed.

The little prince smiled foolishly, "I forgot to close the window."

The evil dragon frowned, "It's obviously because you don't dress well."

So he took this opportunity to tie the neckline of the little prince, carried him to the bed and closed the window.

When he turned around, he saw him stuffing something into the quilt.

The evil dragon showed no mercy and lifted the quilt.

There was a box of donuts on the bed, and a lot of books spread out in a mess.

"What are you hiding?"

The dragon picked up one at random.

"The domineering wizard and his sweetheart king." The evil dragon looked blank, "What is this?"

The little prince covered his face.

It's an ancient book given by the mermaid.