Why is the waste prince like that?

Seeing the big cat wrap its hands from the palm to the wrist, it obediently avoids the sharp fangs and only grinds them with the blunt molars.

To be honest, this scene looks pretty scary.

It was too big, and its posture almost bit Lancer's entire small arm, which was infinitely close to a beast gnawing a bone.

But Lancer saw it humming and sucking his arm, regardless of the anxious appearance of the servants, he was quite itchy, and stretched out his other hand to touch its pink nose.

"Ah... this is really..."

Marifina looked at the man and the tiger with trepidation. Mr. Lanser's courage was comparable to that of the Marshal. Not only was he not afraid, but he freely groped around while His Highness kept his mouth shut.

Lancer comforted: "It's okay ma'am, it just seems to want to leave some smell on me."

The hair on Pink's nose was much softer, smoother and thinner. Lancer's fingers slid a few times like on a slide, and then turned to rub his mane against his cheeks. He was pleasantly surprised to find that the hand felt quite good.

He boldly plucked all the parts that His Highness would not allow before, and then scraped His Highness's pink nose with his fingers, which made the cat's nasal cavity itch, and he opened his mouth to let him go.

Lancer stood up immediately, avoiding the possible tiger spray.

The gardener beside him was holding a water basin, and Mrs. Malifina had already soaked the handkerchief for him and wiped it for him.

Since His Highness became like this, his temper has also become cloudy and cloudy. Although Marifina has accepted it intellectually, she can't turn the corner emotionally for a while.

As a male fiancée, she doesn't have the bad habits and bad temper of young boys at all. Although she lacks a little systematic etiquette training, her temper is really good, not to mention the things they memorized.

Both parents died and uncle's family treated them harshly, so they can continue to improve themselves. Not only can they become famous on the star network, they can pay tuition fees for themselves, and their grades are even more excellent. There are so many students in the empire, very few can enter the command department, and even more so. What's more, he came from an ordinary middle school.

It is also very comfortable to get along with him, even if he is not familiar with the aristocratic ways, he behaves very generously, without any pettiness.

On the other hand, my own child used to scare people when they met for the first time, but now he is even more aggressive, and he completely treats Mr. Lancer as his private tiger toy.

"Again, bad boy, Mr. Lancer, don't pamper him next time."

His Highness had played with the human beings he liked, sneezing, and was in a happy mood. He was immediately attracted by the words of the surprised middle-aged maid. He didn't hate the smell after smelling it. There was no strange fragrance, so he leaned over and rubbed it casually. She touched Marifina's cuff.

Marifina was flattered, but the white tiger who saw her let go of her hand immediately regained the nobility of the prince, flicked its tail and walked away indifferently.

It really is a cat that does whatever it wants.

This little hairy accident caused the original itinerary to be slightly delayed. Marifina got a sightseeing car from somewhere, and His Highness went up there familiarly.

The Prince's Mansion is a luxurious and huge manor. Some buildings can be traced back to before the establishment of the empire. After the establishment of the empire, it was repaired by the crown prince and became a magnificent and beautiful building complex.

His Highness was in high spirits today, and he did not leave Lanser's side during the whole process.

In the honor showroom, Lancer saw a portrait of a woman by the curtain, wearing a crown, black hair and blue eyes, slender and moving, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Who is this?" The princess of the past?

Marifina glanced at her and replied, "It's Her Majesty Queen Stasha, Her Highness's biological mother."

"You will have many opportunities to see similar portraits in the future."

Lancer pinched the nape of His Highness's neck: "Really?"

Her Majesty's health is not good, she seems to be often sick, and she rarely shows her face in front of people. She is not from a prominent noble family, so she is the least visible among the previous queens.

It is also the shortest term in office.

Lancer got acquainted with His Highness very quickly.

Every morning, he drank soup loudly, scraped the bottom of the plate with a spoon, and bulged his cheeks with every bite in front of those servants who were watching his nose and nose.

But it seemed to have no effect at all, and as days passed, no one came forward to criticize his etiquette.

On the contrary, His Highness, who was already full, was so greedy that he secretly drank his soup while he was shyly trying to pout, and his mouth was soaked in the soup.

Lancer had to call for fresh water, and wiped him dry with a handkerchief.

"Excuse me, er Your Highness, what is this?"

Then the handkerchief was bitten, and he refused to let go.

All his handkerchiefs are made of old clothes that cannot be worn. Although this one is a brown check pattern that is not easy to go wrong, the edges are also sewn very well by him.

But after all, this is a handkerchief cut from seven plaid shirts purchased online for 99 yuan on Xingwang, but His Majesty Tangtang refused to let go.

"Your Highness likes this? The handkerchief is already dirty, how about washing it and playing with it?"

His Highness looked at him with those irrevocable blue eyes, and then slowly let go of his mouth.

But it didn't completely obey the fiancée who doted on it.

Lancer signaled that the meal was over and left in a hurry, found a random bathroom, refused the servant's request for help, asked for some detergent, and scrubbed the checked handkerchief, which might not be worth more than five yuan.

His Highness felt that he didn't have any weight at all, so he raised his claws and grabbed the edge of the sink, watching him wash eagerly.

The expression is like an ordinary kitten waiting to be fed.

Lancer was used to this kind of work. Although the soup was thick, the cleaning agent in the Prince's Mansion was more than a little better. He suspected that this pump of cleaning agent was more expensive than the pilled check cloth in his hand.

He lowered his head and scrubbed gently, as if there was some kind of radiance covering his body, which made the already handsome eyebrows softer.

This kind of indulgent but not overly affectionate attitude is very attractive to cats.

Looking at it, I couldn't help rubbing my hairy head up, even if it made a mess.

Lancer rubbed his clean wrist back. Seeing its expectant look, he couldn't help but think of the cat video he saw on the Internet a while ago.

The same is true for the cat in the video, watching eagerly as its owner repairs his own cat teaser, its snow-white paws wanting to lift but stop.

okay?

Lancer shook his head, getting rid of the impression of the white-haired and blue-eyed kitten.

But how can a handkerchief compare to a feather and is suitable for making a cat teaser?

He wrung out the handkerchief, dried it again, washed his hands, and brushed His Highness's hairy chin with his fingers.

"I can't let you play with it, let's go, let's find Miss Qi Luolisi."

Qi Luolisi is an old lady who voluntarily never marries. She is thin and has a strict and stubborn personality, but it is said that she is very good at sewing and is in charge of clothing management.

Lancer led His Royal Highness to find her. At that time, she was wrestling with a piece of leather wearing glasses.

After asking Ann to sit down, Lancer explained the purpose of his visit, hesitated for a moment, and showed her the slightly pilled plaid handkerchief in embarrassment.

His Highness squatted aside, staring intently at the side.

Qi Luolisi took a closer look.

It is neither soft and expensive silk nor strong and beautiful advanced synthetic fibers.

Also pilling.

"Did you bring it from the house of Virginia?"

"Yes, it's my handkerchief."

To be precise, it was wholesaled by Xingwang.

Qi Luolisi frowned when she heard this, and said, "Is there any special meaning?"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she realized that she was wrong. She was also the one who understood the quality of life of the young man in front of her.

Although there is some savings, it is nothing in Capital Star. My uncle monopolizes the family property of Virginia, but he has never given him pocket money, and he has always been very frugal on weekdays.

If the young man didn't realize it, he just looked at the white tiger who was staring at him for a while, and at the handkerchief for a while. After thinking for a while, he took out another handkerchief of the same color from his pocket and put it on the table: "No, you can Dispose of it at will, it is perfect to make a small toy."

The new one was also very popular with His Highness. It attacked with a fierce claw, and Lancer grabbed the fury palm and kneaded it against the pink meat pad, forcing it to retract its sharp claws and become a decompressor for his fiancée. plaything.

"You can take this one too, if it's not enough."

The white tiger was restrained, showing its fangs fiercely to scare him.

Lanser committed the crime against the wind, pinching ten or so hard pads was not enough, and wanted to grab another big paw.

Qi Luolisi stared at the lively Highness with a good look, and carefully put away the two pilled check handkerchiefs in her hands.

"I think, maybe we can make a ball toy." His Highness's toy should be bigger, but fortunately, the two handkerchiefs are still big.

Seeing her gentle movements and serious tone, Lancer was a little stunned.

In fact, he just wanted to get rid of these two pieces of trouble that attracted His Highness's attention, and he was also worried that Qi Luolisi would dislike him, so he planned to ask her to find a small tailor to do it for him.

He didn't expect that Miss Qi Luolisi was so serious and planned to make it herself, which moved him a little.

"Thank you very much then."

"It's just a matter of duty, by the way," Qi Luolisi turned around, took out a small box from the cabinet behind her, and handed it over, "Mr. Butler ordered me to make it for His Highness a while ago."

Lancer took over the wooden box carved with unknown patterns: "Can I have a look?"

"Of course, your help is needed."

It was a leather collar, which seemed soft to the touch, but it looked like the skin of a strange animal, with a soft and natural glow.

Qi Luolisi explained to him: "If you don't come today, I will look for it too. This collar has been made a long time ago, but His Highness has resisted these things since..."

"The situation is special. If the chip is implanted in the body, I am afraid that the resistance will be more serious. From the perspective of safety, it is absolutely impossible to commit the following crimes. We are also very embarrassed."

Difficult, and Lancer was also very embarrassed. On the way back, His Highness looked at the leather collar clearly unkindly.

But there is always a way. He first touched the collar carefully and smelled it, and there was still a little indescribable smell, probably from the leather itself.

His Highness's sense of smell will only be more sensitive than his.

He noticed in the past two days that His Highness's discrimination and likes and dislikes of things mostly depended on smell, and it seemed to especially like its own smell. If it wasn't for the butler's insistence on etiquette, he would still want to stay in his room at night.

After taking some shower gel and showing it to smell, His Highness immediately turned his head away as if disgusted.

I don't like this scent either.

Lancer didn't quite understand either.

After thinking about it, he put the collar in the closet and smoked it for a few days before looking at it.