doodle prince

The whole body of the prince froze, his sharp teeth were covered by the tip of Chen Feng's tongue, but he didn't dare to move a little bit, for fear that Chen Feng's mouth would be cut and bleeding would come out, and it would be himself who would suffer the pain.

...he is so good.

Chen Feng felt that the little prince under him didn't move or move. The tip of his tongue slipped deeper into the little prince's fangs. The little prince closed his eyes, and his slender eyelashes trembled slightly, brushing across Chen Feng's cheeks, gently However, the itching from the skin spreads to the heart, making people unable to resist doing something more outrageous.

Chen Feng bit the little prince's lip lightly with his teeth, and then bit down inch by inch.

The little prince opened his eyes slowly. The strange feeling made him a little uncomfortable. He moved slightly, and someone bit his neck lightly.

"... Be good, don't move."

Chen Feng said hoarsely.

The little prince really didn't move.

He gasped lightly and looked up at the ceiling blankly.

He saw the clouds moving outside the transparent glass cover, and also saw the little princess with her head tilted on the chandelier.

... little princess? !

The prince felt the blood rushing up all over his body, and his whole face became as hot as fire. He grasped Chen Feng's two arms, and then threw him out violently!

Chen Feng flew up and hit the bookshelf next to him. Books and ornaments fell to the ground with a clatter, and one of the metal bottles just happened to hit him on the head.

Chen Feng: "..."

Chen Feng was quiet for a while, then he slowly stretched out his left hand, wiped away the blood that had been smashed from his forehead, and stood up silently.

The prince pulled down the little princess from the chandelier, his ears were as red as a newborn sun, but he tried his best to maintain a serious face: "...Didn't I tell you to stay in the bag and not come out, what are you doing?" ran out?"

The little princess didn't seem to understand what he said, she blinked her eyes, and her little paw pressed the hickey on the prince's neck curiously.

The prince's face turned red, he pulled his collar tightly, and asked her like interrogating a prisoner: "When did you run out?"

"I saw her just after I got out of the shower." Chen Feng said.

In fact, when Chen Feng heard the first sentence "Ang Li" said, he felt that the tone was very similar to that of a little prince. Looking at his expressions and actions, he was even more certain in his heart.

But it was only when he saw the little monster with black fluff and white wings hiding behind "Ang Li" that he was completely sure that the person in front of him belonged to the little prince.

The prince was so angry and annoyed that he couldn't even speak: "You...you saw her from the beginning, why didn't you say it? You just let her look at us...we..."

Chen Feng touched his nose, and said with some embarrassment: "...I forgot."

The moment the little prince was pressed under him, he was immediately blinded by lust, and he didn't remember that there was a little monster in the room.

"Who is this?" Chen Feng asked curiously.

This monster looks very similar to the prototype of the little prince, so Chen Feng can't help but have a good impression of her.

The prince stretched out his hand and touched the little princess' eyes back and forth twice, hoping that she would forget what she just saw: "My sister."

Chen Feng raised his eyebrows: "When did you have a younger sister?"

The prince glanced at Chen Feng indifferently: "Isn't it because of you?"

Chen Feng: "...?"

What does it have to do with your parents having a second child? ? ?

The little princess seemed born to be afraid of the breath of blood on Chen Feng's forehead, watching Chen Feng walk in, and then snorted into the Qiankun bag in the prince's pocket.

Chen Feng opened the drawer next to it, and murmured, "There seems to be no gauze here."

The prince looked coldly at Chen Feng's skillful rummaging through boxes and cabinets as if he was in his own home, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You are really familiar with this place, it seems that you are living a good life."

Suddenly thought of something, his tone became cold, and he almost gritted his teeth: "Yes, of course you are living a good life. You are fed and accompanied when you sleep, and that white military uniform takes care of you so well. I don't think there is any better in the world. You are a more nourishing person."

Chen Feng frowned, hiding a strong smile: "You care?"

"I—" the prince's voice stopped, he turned his head and said bitterly, "Who cares about you."

Chen Feng said: "Nothing happened to us, he didn't feed me or sleep with me."

"Yes." The prince sneered, "He didn't feed you, he didn't sleep with you, he just handed you milk, spread jam, wiped your mouth, and even kissed your hand disgustingly .”

That's right, he hooked back quickly after he left last night, but as soon as he came back, he saw that disgusting man sitting on the bed, kissing Chen Feng's hand.

Almost pissed him off again.

As soon as the prince raised his head, he saw Chen Fengzheng smiling with his head down. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned happily to the back of his ears.

The prince lowered his face, kicked Chen Feng's calf, and asked him fiercely, "What are you laughing at?!"

Chen Feng raised his head with a smile in his eyes: "Are you jealous?"

The prince kicked up again angrily: "I'm jealous? Which eye of yours saw me jealous?! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, you didn't." Chen Feng replied with a smile.

After the prince finished speaking, he calmed down for a while, then took a cool look at Chen Feng, and said, "I'm just curious about the relationship between you two, and why you are here."

Chen Feng blinked: "I'm imprisoned, can't you see it?"

"Imprisoned?" The prince frowned, and scanned Chen Feng from top to bottom, and there was no sign of being imprisoned anywhere.

Chen Feng stretched out his left hand, and the soft cotton bathrobe slipped off, exposing his wrist.

Only then did the prince discover that there was a pure silver iron ring on Chen Feng's wrist. The iron ring looked plain without any other decorative patterns, but the skin under the iron ring was already scorched black.

The prince was stunned.

Chen Feng thought for a while, and then showed the prince the same iron rings on his two ankles: "There are also here, how about it, do you finally see that I am imprisoned?"

The prince asked: "...what is this?"

Chen Feng explained: "I don't know, maybe it's a high-tech product. Angli said that after wearing this iron ring, as long as I dare to leave the tower, the iron ring will continue to generate electricity until I feel lifeless. time will stop.”

"What about this?" The prince's fingertips touched the scorched black circle on Chen Feng's wrist lightly, "Have you ever escaped?"

"That's not true." Chen Feng frowned, "One day when I was sleeping, Angli suddenly turned on the power."

Chen Feng thought for a moment and said, "Maybe he is testing the function of the product?"

"There seems to be something wrong with his mind." Chen Feng defined it.

The prince suddenly thought of something, he stretched out his hand suddenly, and tore off Chen Feng's bathrobe.

The skin on Chen Feng's chest was covered with criss-cross welts and bruises, and there were even a few distinct traces of being scratched by the blade.

He had just taken a shower, and some of the scars that had just scabbed were soaked in water and soaked, looking very hideous and blurred.

The prince's lips trembled, and he reached out to touch the wound on Chen Feng's body, but he didn't dare to touch it.

"It doesn't hurt." Chen Feng smiled, seemingly helpless, "These scars were left some time ago. At first, that person seemed very interested in torturing my body, but later he found that I didn't seem to be so afraid of pain. I just gave up, probably feeling bored."

After all, Angli came to take revenge on him, so why would he serve him with delicious food and drink.

It's just that he was tortured a lot, and he was tired after torture, and he had no interest, so he was imprisoned here again.

The prince's gaze shifted from the scar on Chen Feng's chest to his right arm, which was drooping from beginning to end: "The arm...the arm is also his..."

"Oh, this isn't, I dropped this one myself." Chen Feng said.

"……When."

Chen Feng seemed to be a little confused: "How should this time be defined? Three or four months, or more than 200 years? Oh, by the way, Angli has fast forwarded the time by 200 years, and you should be able to see it."

The prince said in a hoarse voice, "...you...have you been here for so long, just...just being beaten and suffering?"

"How could it be?" Chen Feng smiled, like a warm sunshine, his whole body was filled with unreasonable happiness and satisfaction, "Didn't I wait for you?"