I'm really not a princess!

Ivy lingered below for a long time before going to the little prince's room.

At the corner of the stairs, she heard Heidi's voice.

"Why don't you use the aromatherapy I gave you last time?" There was a bit of dissatisfaction in her voice, "Arnold doesn't use it either."

"I don't like the smell." It was a male voice, and it took Ivy a long time to realize that it was Heidi's husband.

It's no wonder she couldn't tell. Heidi and her husband didn't have a good relationship. After getting married, except for necessary banquets, they basically didn't attend the same occasion.

Heidi said, "It took me a long time to get here."

"Ok?"

"Keel bone marrow is naturally fragrant, and it is the best spice. However, keel bones are rare, and the keel of female dragons is even more rare. It took so many years to get that little bit."

"Where did you get the keel?"

"It's the dragon I killed before." Heidi has always been proud of this, and admitted frankly, "It took almost 20 years to become a bone, let me wait."

Ivy had a good impression of Heidi's husband, he was a kind and considerate man.

Sure enough, as she expected, after hearing this, the man's tone was filled with displeasure.

"They're all dead, so there's nothing else to talk about." The man said, "You don't mind thinking about it all the time."

"Why can't I mention it, this is an honor, I..."

Ivy was not interested in listening to the next words.

She and Heidi have known each other since childhood, and the two were once good friends.But she became too fast, which made Ivy extremely uncomfortable and disgusted.

Although we are still friends now, we have become estranged a lot.

How could this be so, Ivy couldn't quite figure it out.

She walked up to the second floor and saw the knight staring at the door in a daze from a distance, and the man dressed as a doctor was standing not far away as if facing the wall and thinking about the past.

Ivy coughed twice suggestively.

The knight turned and saluted her, "Princess."

"How's Al?" She looked at the doctor.

The doctor lowered his head and replied, "I haven't seen Your Highness."

Hearing this, Ivy frowned, "What's going on?"

The knight didn't dare to hide anything, and replied truthfully, "Your Highness said he is fine, so the doctor will not be allowed in."

With such a bad complexion, I didn't see a doctor, I'm afraid I think I can do it.

Why are you so disobedient.

Ivy went to knock on the door of the little prince's room.

"Al." Even though she was worried, Ivy paid special attention to her image in front of outsiders, "Open the door and let me see you."

There was no movement for a long time.

"What is he doing in there?" Ivy turned around and asked the knight, "Is he alone in there?"

Ivy became suspicious when the knight hesitated.

"If you lie to me, you will be punished as well."

As soon as the words fell, there was a sudden groan in the room.

The three people outside were stunned at the same time, and their hearts were very complicated.

Ivy: Damn I knew he wasn't alone in there, the damn dragon must be there too.

Knight: I'm going, so intense?

Doctor: I heard nothing, heard nothing, heard nothing...

Before the few people could react, there was another cry of pain from inside, this time even crying.

The knight blinked in confusion, and gave Ivy a hard push and slammed into the door.

"Break open the door." She lowered her face, her eyes were a little fierce, "Hurry up."

The knight hesitated, "Princess, this is not good..."

"It's not good!" At this moment, she didn't care about her own image, and she kicked the door with the lead, "Al has a fever, something will happen later, I can't spare you"

The little prince woke up from the pain.

He faintly lost consciousness when he was picked up by the evil dragon, he only felt his neck itching slightly, and something cold and sharp rubbed against his skin, and then sank into the skin, causing a tingling pain.

The little prince barely regained consciousness, and found that the dragon was biting his neck.

"You, why are you..." he begged, "don't bite me..."

The evil dragon almost lost his mind, but he was still relieved when he heard the familiar voice.

He pressed the little prince against the wall by the door, appreciating with satisfaction the tooth marks he had just left, blood slowly oozing from inside.

"I like you," declared the dragon very childishly, "my prey."

The little prince did not understand.

He felt pain and discomfort, and felt that the dragon was not good to him at all.

The little prince hadn't cried for a long time, but now he couldn't help it, and the tears fell like money.

The evil dragon raised his hand to wipe him clean, and the tears slid down the little prince's face to his lips, moistening the dry lips a little.

Unconsciously, the evil dragon's eyes fell on his lips.

moist.

Many images flashed through the dragon's mind in a mess, and finally stopped on an open booklet, two human bodies intertwined, lips stuck to lips.

It should be delicious there too.

So he pinched the little prince's chin, forcing him to raise his head to meet him, and then imitated the action in the picture and kissed him.

The author says:

Don't have too much hope for evil dragons, after all, we evil dragons are illiterate, what we see are little yellow pictures, how can we stick out our tongues without pictures!