Carol, your sister is here!

"Either she loses or I win."

Naikon turned his upper body and nodded to the maid who stayed behind: "...the prince is drunk, prepare to send him back to his room."

The two outcomes are exactly the same thing, aren't you, Prince.

Because of this, he missed Izmi's next low sigh: "If she loses, she is mine; if I win, she is still mine."

He will not lose.

He can't lose.

He can't afford to lose either.

He put down all his chips on a gamble manipulated by fate. It was the happiness of his life and he had to win.

Izzy closed her eyes, held the handle of the cup, raised it to her lips, poured it smoothly, and drank the wine in one gulp.

For the sweetness of the future.He is determined to win.

"Ah!"

In the depths of the cabin located in the middle of the ship, there are heavily guarded soldiers outside the door, and the compartment is waiting for the personal maid who keeps watch at night, waiting to be called at any time.

Although the sparrow is small and quiet, the bedroom is complete with all internal organs and daily necessities, from essential oils to incense, from clothes to small cups for light drinking. It can be said to be the presidential suite 3000 years ago. .However, the only resident, Kathy, is wearing pajamas wrapped in a quilt in long strips, rolling around restlessly on the bed, just now she sneezed for no reason, and felt a chill coming from her body: Could it be that she is going to catch a cold? ?

Damn, she even has a day when she can't sleep!

She first patted her face with the palm of her hand, and then pressed the cool back of her hand to her cheeks. This pitiful little coolness still failed to cool down the scalding heat on her face—there seemed to be an unknown fire in her heart. It was burning, hot, and the heart in her chest was also dancing a samba dance, making her very irritable.

It was all to blame for that kiss, that is, since Izmi kissed her forcefully just now, the temperature of her cheek has not been right, it is almost as hot as frying an egg.Even if there is no mirror for reference, she can guess what is going on just by sensing the skin on the back of her hand.

Fortunately, there was no one in the room, so she could wait for the heat to subside.

It's strange to say that she didn't react that much when Brother Ryan and Brother Roddy kissed her.

Hmm... Apart from her family, it seems that Minos is the only one who has ever kissed her, right?But at that time, she only felt that Minos' lips were trembling slightly, and there was a smell of white lilies.

It was a sacred flower from Fire Island, and it was enshrined in front of the bed in the palace day and night, so it was inevitably tainted with that rich fragrance.Hers too.

Nothing unusual at all.Why does she care so much?

Casey tossed and turned for a long time, but still couldn't sleep and couldn't figure it out, so she simply gave up and looked out the night view of the sea through the small window of the room.

Hey, it's so beautiful.

The dark blue sky is shining brightly with stars, and the tiny waves are rolling along the waves from far to near, covering them layer by layer.The ocean at night is very quiet, there are no insects singing and birds singing, and there is no beautiful day with the fragrance of flowers.What is there is the emptiness and the desolate stillness.Clothed with moonlight and gauze with starlight, it spread out in a sparkling way, shattering a pool of breathless light.The brackish sea breeze blows, as if gently helping them move forward.

It seems that in the world, at this moment, only their lonely boat is floating on the sea, unswervingly moving towards the destination.

Casey stroked his chest lightly, and felt a sense of fascination spontaneously there, and emotions similar to satisfaction, touch, and happiness slowly grew and permeated all over his body.She looked out the window fascinatedly, immersed in the majestic atmosphere of nature, and didn't even notice someone knocking on the door.

"Princess, the prince is drunk." Naikon's voice woke her up, and she turned around abruptly, only to see the old general helping the sleeping Izmi into the room.

Drunks deserve no sympathy.Casey pursed her lips: "But there is a maid, the prince's room is not here."

"No, the prince's room is here." Naikon lied confidently.

In fact, Izmi planned to give Kathy more buffer time, and would rather wrong herself to live in the next room temporarily.

But how could the general just sit back and ignore this situation?

"Then is my room in the cubicle? It's strange, why did the maid bring me here." Casey didn't doubt the honest and honest Naiken at all. It was the maid who made a mistake.

"No, princess, your room is also here." Naikon said while carefully placing Izumi, who was in a light sleep, on the bed. He takes off his shoes and changes his clothes.

"Okay." Casey was only slightly taken aback, then nodded cheerfully: "Then I'll make the floor, do you have any extra quilts?"

She also understands that the housing resources on board are limited. After all, this is not a luxury cruise ship in the twentieth century. She doesn't mind young people sleeping on the floor for a few days. The owner here must not be allowed to lie on the floor like a prince.

Naikon choked hard at her understanding, and felt the desire to hold his forehead and sigh: "..."

Why is the princess so innocent.

"Well, princess, I want to ask you one thing." Naikon decided to cut to the chase.He cleared his throat, straightened his face, and pleaded solemnly.

"Well, you don't have to be so polite, please tell me." Casey has always respected the elderly. This is what Brother Ryan taught her since she was a child, saying that the experience and wisdom possessed by every elderly person are very worth learning.

"The prince hasn't had a good rest for several days. Even when he was in the Temple of the Dead Sea, the prince went through life and death to save you. He not only sneaked into the enemy group alone, but also jumped into the sea on the spot to pull you who fell into the sea, resulting in a broken arm. But don’t give up looking for you in the water, take care of him for one night.”

I don’t know how long Naiken has practiced such a long series of slightly exaggerated words, and he speaks them very smoothly, without taking a breath, let alone interruption, and blasting this huge amount of information into Casey’s mind in one go middle.The so-called personal care is not necessary at all. Izumi's drunken appearance is very honest, and he will feel refreshed the next day after sleeping.

In fact, he just wanted to take the opportunity to let Casey share the bed with the prince. It would be better if the number of times is more, and it will become a habit.

"What?" Casey hurriedly covered her lips that were parted in surprise with her hands, "You said the prince jumped into the Dead Sea to save me!"

After getting an affirmative answer, Casey only felt heavy in his heart: My God, what a favor this is.

Why is Izmi so concerned about her own safety? Is it because she wants to show it in front of her sister?

No, sister Carol was also there at the time, shouldn't he immediately ignore her and lead her to quickly retreat to earn more impression points? "Didn't the prince take Carol away at that time? Oh, no wonder, that's why she met General Uta and got his help!" She was talking to herself, pacing up and down the room.

Casey was really confused. He couldn't understand the meaning of this stupid move by Izmi, who is so insightful!

General Naikon saw that her little face was wrinkled because of her entanglement, and he had a good heart, so he quickly added fuel to the fire, elevating the meaning of this kidnapping plan to a level purely for protecting her safety. Anyway, how could he give How to say extra points for the prince.

Casey: "..." She would be an idiot if she believed the rest of the words!

Naiken waved his hand, indicating that he was fine, and said: "Then I will go first, and the princess will also have a good rest."

After completing the task, Naiken was bathed in the halo of "contributing to the glorious image of the prince" in the semi-hidden and invisible mode of Casey, and retreated with a relaxed and happy mood.

Sitting obediently by the bed, Casey held her small cheeks and looked at the sleeping guy expressionlessly.

Go have a nightmare! Hey!

In fact, the adjective slumbering is entirely derived from Kathy's malicious prejudice. Izmi's sleeping posture is a thousand times better than hers. Even when he is drunk, he still maintains the demeanor of a prince. Lying on the ground does not look sloppy, lazy and sexy, and the slender and straight figure and delicate face bathed in the gentle moonlight seem to be coated with a blinding halo of hospitality.

...It's as if every pore is proudly showing that he is a wealthy son-in-law who makes all the girls rush to rob his head.

In terms of this kind of superior temperament similar to "I'm gentle but I'm not easy to mess with", those models under the Lido banner who were the best at posing in the [-]th century and showing their most beautiful sides in front of the camera are completely inferior.

The robe was loosely worn, revealing a large muscular chest—the eyes could not help but wander along the tight texture, and when she realized that the final landing point was wrong, a number was automatically drawn in her mind.

Well, he actually has eight pack abs.

It would be great if it grew on cows, it must be delicious.

Cassie, who was immersed in the emotional trough of owed a lot of favors and a little self-defeating, looked at him, stared blankly for a while, and his thoughts drifted more and more to weird fixed points.It took a long time before I realized that his face was always facing my direction. I don’t know whether it was General Naikon’s intention or he consciously turned around when he detected her presence with the radar in his brain— —In short, she stretched out her claws without the slightest hesitation, and straightened him until he was facing the wooden ceiling above, before exhaling in relief.

This kind of harmless appearance with his eyes closed and his cheeks swollen like smoke, but she always felt thorns on her back, what was going on with the feeling of being thoroughly penetrated by him!

Sure enough, he was overshadowed by his illogical and stormy attack...

After staying for a while, she suddenly realized that she