I'm really not a princess!

The little prince spent many days in the forest.

At night, the dragon will turn into a prototype and sleep next to the "golden bed" of the little prince.

The location of the cave is not good, and the wind is strong at night. The dragon didn't know how to add a quilt to the little prince, which made the little prince very cold.

In the middle of the night, the little prince rolled up the thin quilt and got under the wings of the dragon.

The dragon turned over and almost crushed the little prince into a meatloaf.

The little prince fell into a drowsy sleep, and was awakened by the head of the dragon.

The evil dragon asked him, "How did you sleep here?"

The little prince wrapped himself even tighter, "It's cold..."

The dragon said nothing.

He thought, why is this princess so indiscreet.

Stick it on the dragon at night.

There are no human rules at all.

Is it the same with others?

Among dragon clans, mates can be robbed, and only the strong can get their favorite mate.

In case he is taken away by other dragons one day...

The evil dragon is not happy thinking about it.

Although the little prince was hiding under his wings, he was still on the ground after all, his whole face wrinkled as he slept.

Ugly little crying bag.

The dragon hates it.

She's still a princess in the royal family, whoever says it will believe it.

Can't make him uglier.

The evil dragon turned into a human form, and fished the little prince and the quilt from the ground to the bed.

"Mr. Dragon." The little prince half-opened his eyes, very confused, "Why don't you sleep?"

The evil dragon was expressionless, "Are you cold?"

The little prince: "Huh?"

So the evil dragon rolled up and took the little prince into his arms.

The evil dragon has a strong body and has lived in the forest for a long time. Even at night like this, his body emits a steady stream of heat.

The little prince felt that he was hugging a small stove.

He is actually very afraid of the cold, and wraps himself up like a rice dumpling every winter.

When he was sleeping, the maid would warm his feet with a small bag filled with hot water, but the small bag didn't work until the middle of the night, and his hands and feet would be cold until dawn.

The little prince complained to his sister, who told him that princes are not afraid of the cold.

"Al, do you know what a prince is like?" My sister patted his head, "The prince is brave and fearless, and can persist in fighting in the most difficult environment. They love their people and protect their beloved, no matter how weak they are My prince, once he picks up the sharp sword, he is invincible."

At that time, the little prince was only seven years old, and he seemed to understand, "Sister, isn't the prince afraid of the cold?"

The elder sister choked for a moment, as if she had just realized that it was useless to say these things to her younger brother who was still a brat.

"It's not that I'm not afraid of the cold, but I won't say it because I'm afraid of the cold."

"Fear is just fear, why can't you say it?"

"Said you are not afraid of the cold?"

"...I'm still scared."

"That's it." My sister spread her hands and said with a smile, "Since it's useless to say it, why do you still say it? Al, you must know that speaking useless words will make people worry."

At that time, the little prince felt in a trance that he seemed to understand.

Basically, the prince can't be afraid of the cold.

So that night, when his sister came to his room and offered to hug him to sleep, the little prince refused solemnly.

My sister was very helpless: "This way you will be warmer."

"I'm not afraid of the cold."

"I know what you're thinking Al, you're still young..."

The little prince threw the quilt over his head and fell silent.

He knew very well that no matter how young he was, he was still a prince.

So the evil dragon didn't add a quilt, and he didn't say a word.

Until it was so cold that I fell asleep under the dragon's wings, half asleep and half awake, and told the dragon that it was cold.

The dragon hugged him tightly, and the little prince was very warm.

He thought of the fireplace in the royal palace, which was always burning brightly in winter, and he once felt that the color of the flame was the most beautiful.

But the fireplace is so big and so far away from him.

The dragon was very close to him.

Even my heart is warm.

The little prince blushed.