doodle prince

Chen Feng didn't feel sleepy.

So he got out of bed, took a pen and a notebook from the bookcase, and drew on the bed.

With just a few strokes, the outline of the little prince emerged on the white paper.

The portrait of the little prince seems to have been painted countless times by Chen Feng, every line and every point is just right and impartial.

The little prince's jaw and neck are drawn with simple and clean lines, and Chen Feng's pen tip also stops in place.

He suddenly remembered that the little prince's complexion was like snow, and the skin on his neck was as flawless as white jade. He wondered if the kiss that had just been lost would leave too conspicuous marks.

The memory of just now rushed into my mind.

...and the more you think about it, the more crooked it becomes.

Chen Feng coughed lightly, feeling that his throat was a little dry.

He neatly placed the half-painted portrait on the head of the bed, and then lay on the bed and memorized the traffic map of Haichuan City silently.

But carrying it on your back, your mind wanders away again.

Chen Feng thought of the little prince again.

He remembered the little prince gently kissing his forehead, saying, "I'm going to let go of that, so you don't have to apologize, and you don't have to be sad anymore."

Chen Feng felt that he wanted to have the little prince not just because he coveted the little prince's beauty.

Chen Feng looked at the ceiling, the corners of his lips slightly curved.

He thought, there will never be a more lovable person in the world than the little prince.

Chen Feng stretched out his hand and touched the position of his heart.

His heart was beating as usual, it seemed to be a little faster, and there seemed to be no difference, but Chen Feng suddenly felt that he was finally living like a person.

After he confessed his love to the little prince, he stayed at home bored. He searched for information about his identity. He found his ID card, bank card, and read all the comics.

Besides these, he also found a letter on the bookshelf.

It was a letter written to him by Chen Feng.

In the letter, Chen Feng confided that he is an eternal spectator, always unable to have superficial emotions and hypocritical interpersonal relationships, so he used the prince to change a new life and identity.

After reading the letter, Chen Feng at that time could understand his feelings very well, so he also replied, telling the former Chen Feng about his current life and emotions.

Although the two shady letters were quickly burned by the guilty Chen Feng, Chen Feng still remembered every word on the letter.

Former Chen Feng said: "I envy those lovers. They kiss each other, hug each other, and under the action of hormones, they love each other stupidly, impulsively, passionately, and briefly."

His tone seemed to be really envious, but it clearly carried a kind of indifference and disdain in his bones, as if he was superior, as if "everyone is drunk and I am alone".

Some people say that the sorrows and joys of human beings are not interlinked, but Chen Feng feels that even the same person's sorrows and joys at different times are not interlinked.

For example, Chen Feng at this moment deeply feels that Chen Feng who said on the letter paper "I sometimes envy those vulgar, hypocritical, and cheerful interpersonal relationships" is like a severe mental patient.

Possibly still autism in psychosis.

He now has such an idea, maybe because he has truly become a "vulgar ordinary person" that Chen Feng envied and despised.

He might be really stupid, impulsive, and passionately in love with the little prince.

But never short.

At this moment, there was a loud bang, and the tall double door was kicked open!

Chen Feng turned his head to look.

The door of the room fell to the ground, sawdust flying, and the black-haired, red-eyed boy didn't even care that this was the human world. He spread out a pair of black wings, his eyes were red, and his expression was full of resentment that wanted to tear people apart.

Chen Feng's heart sank.

Almost in the next second, the young man who appeared at the door of the room suddenly moved in front of Chen Feng. He pinched Chen Feng's jaw with his left hand, and his blood-red pupils were filled with cold killing intent.

"Aye..."

Chen Feng reached out to break the prince's left hand that was pinching his chin, but just as his fingertips touched the back of the prince's hand, the whole hand was grabbed by the prince.

Immediately, only the sound of a broken bone and a painful groan was heard, and Chen Feng's right hand was snapped from the wrist——

At this moment, the nearby servants obviously also heard strange noises, discussions, and footsteps.

The prince waved his hand, and a huge black curtain blocked the entire collapsed door.

The noisy sounds outside have completely disappeared.

In Nuo Da's room, there were only two people gasping lightly and heavily.

Looking at Chen Feng's painful expression and the cold sweat on his head, the expression on the prince's face remained unmoved. He looked at Chen Feng coldly and asked, "Chen Feng, is it fun to manipulate everything?"

Chen Feng's fractured right hand was hanging weakly on the bed, and the severe pain made his sweat drip down from his forehead. He looked at the prince and said, "...what are you talking about? I don't understand."

The little prince seemed to laugh, but there was a chill in his eyes: "Don't you understand? But the two letters you put in the wooden box on the bookshelf let me understand clearly."

Bookshelves...wooden boxes, letters?

The two letters he once wrote to himself flashed through Chen Feng's mind.

But hasn't he already burned those two letters?

The prince looked at Chen Feng and asked, "Chen Feng, I don't like to misunderstand people, so I came here to ask you face to face, is everything in that letter true?"

Chen Feng was half lying on the head of the bed panting heavily, his eyes were closed and then opened slowly, feeling that luck was tricking people.

He looked into the prince's eyes and said, "I have lost the memory of when I wrote the first letter, but it must be true."

After all, it fits his character well.

"As for the second letter..." Chen Feng paused for a moment and lowered his eyelids, "It's also true."

The prince's voice seemed to be squeezed through the teeth: "That is to say, it is your plan to erase your memory and put you in someone else's family. You said you liked me and asked me to abandon you. It's all your plan?!"

Chen Feng was silent for a while, and said: "It was indeed a plan at the time, but I..."

The prince interrupted him: "Then tell me, did you expect me to abandon you in the witch city, or did you not expect it?"

Chen Feng's eyes fell on the cold blade of the dagger in the prince's hand, he was silent for a while, and said: "It's not expected, nor unexpected, but I deliberately facilitated it. The people in the witch city, including the priests, all Respecting the God of Light, I asked them to perform such a play for me."

"Chen Feng—"

The prince gritted his teeth and shouted, the dagger in his hand pressed against Chen Feng's chest, his eyes were blood red.

"I like you." Chen Feng looked into the prince's eyes and suddenly said, "A Ye, I like you."

Chen Feng's voice was low and gentle: "I'm sorry, the last time I confessed to you was a lie, but this time it's true."

The prince held the dagger in his hand, his eyes were cold and unmoved, he sneered: "Do you think I will care about your liking? I just want to kill you now."

Chen Feng lowered his eyelids, his thick black eyelashes cast long shadows on his face, the cold sweat on his forehead wet his temples, and his whole body was dripping with sweat.

The dagger under the prince's hand exerted strength, and it had already cut through the fabric of Chen Feng's jacket, and when it touched the skin, there were bursts of chills.

There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth: "Chen Feng, I really can't beat you, but it's still easy to kill you."

Chen Feng looked into the prince's eyes, and his left hand covered the prince's hand holding the dagger.

Then manipulated the prince's hand and moved it down an inch.

There was cold sweat on his forehead due to the pain, but a bright smile shone in his eyes.

"Your Highness, the heart is here."

His voice is gentle and soft, as if stepping on the clouds, and his eyes are calm and soft, like an elder who is teaching.

Chen Feng's hand pressed down a little, and the prince saw that the dagger cut Chen Feng's skin like cutting tofu, and blood gushed out quickly.

The prince only felt his brain roaring, and he immediately forgot everything.

His right hand lost strength instinctively, and the sharp dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He raised his head almost bewildered.

However, the corners of Chen Feng's lips curled up, and the smile seemed to grow stronger.

A feeling of sadness and resentment almost rose from the bottom of the prince's heart. He looked at Chen Feng firmly, and ordered: "Don't laugh!"

Chen Feng suppressed his smile, looked at him very gently, and said, "Okay."

The prince's remaining rationality exploded in an instant, and he found that he hated Chen Feng's smile, Chen Feng's gentleness, Chen Feng's obedience, and everything about Chen Feng.

A pen appeared to have been dropped on the bed in his pocket.

He raised the pen almost unconsciously, and with resentment and unwillingness, he inserted it straight into Chen Feng's heart.

The first half of the pen pierced into the chest, but the second half was shattered into powder due to the prince's excessive strength.

The tenderness on Chen Feng's face finally faded, he looked at the prince, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood!

The prince only felt that his whole body was trembling.

His right hand was stained with Chen Feng's blood because he hadn't pulled it out in time, and the flesh was scorched, but he couldn't feel the slightest pain.

He stood up and took a step back.

Another step back.

There was no color left on his face.

With a pale face, he looked at Chen Feng and murmured:

"...Chen Feng, I won't play with you anymore."

The whole body of the prince became transparent, first the pitch-black wings, then the body, and finally a bloodless face.

The translucent body turned around slowly, and finally disappeared.