Carol, your sister is here!

—You know very well, and my only concern is that you are not Carol. "

Casey lowered her head to study the texture of the carpet intently, as if she hadn't heard it.

Izmi didn't mind her passive resistance, and continued, "The more scared you act... the more I want to bully you."

It sounded... like he meant it.

No way?

Kathy, who was skeptical, shook his ears, and was about to say something, when Izmi took out a small bouquet of bright flowers from behind without warning, as magical as magic.Unknown wildflowers bloomed tenaciously in the late winter of this month, showing their demeanor like no one else. The delicate scarlet petals were covered with fine water droplets, which became more crystal clear under the light of the fire. Clear - that is the pure evening dew condensed in the evening.

A symbol of purity and femininity.

He didn't explain much, but his actions had already expressed his intention in words - holding it in front of her.

It's just that Casey didn't reach out to pick it up in surprise as he expected, but looked at him with a strange expression, and said hesitantly: "Why do you like this kind of thing that little girls only pick?" A small and delicate bunch.

Izmi: "..."

Casey rested her feet comfortably on the footrests, and raised her brows with a sense of superiority: "Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, *Sis was similar to you back then, picking flowers from my garden without authorization every morning. The rare varieties planted, including the purple fire lily that a professional gardener came to take care of. At first I thought she had a tendency to develop into gardening, but for the sake of my sister, I didn’t ask Ryan to claim compensation from her, but I didn’t expect it You like picking flowers too!" Kathy exclaimed.

Izumi finally couldn't bear it anymore before her gaze and the topic drifted in an even weirder direction: "This is for you."

Shouldn't her reaction be to happily accept it, and then he added "I hope I can spend it with you like this every day", right?

General Naikon made some bad opinions, and he also said that girls like beautiful flowers, so he specially asked Zawapuru to assist and lead a small team to pick flowers scattered in the green mountains and fields, and pick the most delicate and beautiful flowers into a group. bundle.

Casey twitched the corner of her mouth: "Huh? Give it to me." She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, and said politely, "Thank you, but no need, what am I doing with a handful of plant □?"

"□?"

After she enthusiastically explained the meaning of the unfamiliar term in detail, Izmi let go of her hand reflexively, and the carefully collected flowers fell freely in an instant and scattered messily all over the ground.

At last, Kathy made a sincere suggestion: "If you want to give me a gift, you might as well give me anise patchouli instead of these useless flowers and plants. That one tastes sweet, and if it is paired with river prawns and melons, it will be delicious." It’s even more beautiful. Well, it’s better to have some iced citrus juice to make it refreshing.” She hesitated for a moment, then continued to add: “Actually, mallow is also very sweet to chew, and it tastes like groundnuts.”

Izmi raised his forehead: "..."

Before the prince could organize his words to fight back, the maids who had always been reticent suddenly appeared at the door of the tent, breaking the frozen atmosphere of stalemate.With a gentle and decent smile, the nimble people from the Palace of Bitedo picked up the flowers scattered on the ground, brought a silver basin filled with clean water, rinsed their hands gently, and placed them in front of them. A small and exquisite wooden table.It wasn't until the pure white tablecloth was properly laid and the tableware was placed that the other person meticulously laid out the dazzling array of delicacies in an orderly manner without making any noise that would disturb them.

The large meat plate took up most of the table space, the golden wine glass and the vegetables were pitifully squeezed aside.

If Kathy paid a little attention, she would find that these dishes became more and more perfect towards a certain goal, and became more fixed: almost all of them were her preferred tastes and dishes.In the past few days, Izmi, who watched her carefully, remembered all the dishes that she had looked at a few times, and told the cook afterwards that she would cook them more often in the future.

It's a pity that she didn't realize his affection, and he didn't want to take credit for it—in Izmi's view, it made her eat with satisfaction and happiness, and he also felt that his heart was full, and it was all happiness.

At this moment, just after giving the prince a science introduction, Casey, who was so disgusted that his brows were furrowed, snickered: Yes, she did it on purpose!

Ahhh, she turned over and became the master!It's rare, it's good to catch a chance to let out a little bit of anger, at least it will be much more satisfying.In Izmi's eyes, she acted as happy as a general who has won a battle, and cocked her tail like a squirrel who stole an acorn.She gracefully raised the knife and fork, and winked mischievously at Izumi who hadn't moved yet, signaling that she was going to start.It's just that the small mouth didn't have the slightest hint of modesty, and the pleasant arc was gradually expanding upwards - stimulating him without leaving room.

Izmi hadn't figured out how to punish her for her little prank. She was buried in her food and she suddenly thought of something, and quickly raised her head: "By the way, you don't want coffee." She pointed to the golden cup, "We will meet you in the evening." If you can't sleep, drinking some milk will nourish your stomach, ah, it's your stomach." She didn't bother to explain what a stomach is, so she patted her lower abdomen directly as a gesture.

As soon as the words fell, a wide and warm palm landed on the top of her head, and then she was forced to obtain a touch as gentle as if it wanted to melt the ice.

Well... Seeing that the force was moderate and quite comfortable, she sympathetically stopped fighting back.

——Obviously he was reluctant to let go of the meatloaf in his hand.

Izmi didn't let go of her hand until she had touched enough, and pretended to be nonchalant to avoid Kathy's angry stare, thinking to herself: She hasn't noticed that she has returned to her former energetic appearance.Even if it's just to prevent her from continuing to be restrained, he doesn't have to worry too much, he should relax her vigilance so as to speed up her pace of accepting him.

In any case, he is always happy to see this kind of good transformation.

Moreover, who told her that she could always poke the softest part of his heart unintentionally, even a little care could bring him wonderful touch.

The dinner was spent in such a harmonious atmosphere.

It’s just that Kathy, who was full of food and drink, and was dazzled by the sense of victory, blurted out a few light and fluffy words that made him lose control again in an instant. He unceremoniously dropped the tableware and rushed forward to pinch her tender little face——

"Poor prince," Kathy continued, taking a sip of warm water, with pity in his words: "You must have spent too little time playing with puppets when you were young, so you like to touch other people's heads so much, right?"

"Don't worry, I will definitely use my free time to make you a few more dolls for you to touch. You may not know that when I was in Minoa, I relied on selling this job, and the business was very good. , will definitely be able to satisfy your sad childhood wish -- pain, pain, pain! Put &%￥#" hand!

The author has something to say: Thank you Mr. S and Naqi for the landmines (in order to express my gratitude, I will put them into your [beep——] flowers intact in Kawen period)

According to Naqi's request, this issue is for everyone!He has worked so hard, leaving time for the author to play games, and leaving JJB for the dear subscribers! 【Warm applause please】

The prototype of the Witch Campbell should be Kirke, the goddess of hairdressing in Homer's epic. What needs to be stated is that her hair color is not clear (this woman will change her face, her actual age is very old), so I define it as black.

Campbell Form 1:

Campbell Form 2:

Prince of Flowers:

Sad Utta:

89 Forest

Even if Kathy was reluctant, she would have to lie down on that big bed after late at night: she wouldn't be so stupid as to make a bed on the grass in the cold winter category in late January, and wronged herself for no reason!

I had no dreams all night, and finally woke up from the cold: the sleeping position was too bad, and I didn’t know when I moved from the corner I occupied to the center of the bed. It was hot and sweaty.It's just that no amount of precautions can bear her restless movement—so compared with her arms and shoulders that are covered in goose bumps from the chilly cold outside, it can be described as a world of ice and fire.

... Izumi, the villain, is he trying to get revenge on her? He put his own quilt on her, trying to wake her up.

Hum hum.

The soft light of dawn shines through the gaps in the solid tent roof, not dazzling, and there is no need to cover your head with a quilt.It was quiet outside, and it was not time for people to move around, only the sparse footsteps of soldiers who got up early or kept watch last night till now could be faintly heard.

Before she opened her eyes, she smacked her hand to the side in a mysterious way. The place where she touched was cold, like the other person who shared the bed with her.

Kathy sneezed twice hard, and this time the sleepiness was gone.She wasn't sleepy in the first place, so she simply dressed and got up.Looking at the quartz watch on her left hand, the hands on it honestly told her that it was only before 05:30 in the morning, and she couldn't help but click her tongue: Izmi really woke up so early.

For the content of his morning exercise, Casey can think of how monotonous and boring it is with his toes: either practicing swords, reading documents, or sitting on the ground and meditating with eyes closed.

... If it was her, I am afraid that she would lazily lie on the bed, yearning for the warm quilt and not wanting to get up. Feeling bored, she would reread the collection of Greek myths that she never tired of reading with relish until seven o'clock came.

Obviously a noble king