Why is the waste prince like that?

He is a nice guy.

Lancer couldn't help thinking until he walked out of the ward.

Dignified yet friendly, he seemed to have investigated him beforehand, and chatted with him for a while, even if he was unwell, he tried his best to arrange things.

Mingming was already frowning in pain, his voice was trembling a little, and he tried his best to think about him.

Lancer even raised his hand at that moment.

Subconsciously, he wanted to rub his temples, as he had done to Sammy.

He knew that the matter of Sami must be exposed, and the empire needed an excellent prince.

But when he returned to the room, he still took out those collars and balls, and looked and looked wistfully.

So when he signed the confidentiality agreement, he knew it was unreasonable, but he still asked the Miss Mosona who had never met before: "Excuse me, can I take these things away?"

Mosona had a face with narrow eyebrows and a cold expression, and her forehead was covered with neat and thick bangs. She lowered her eyes and looked at it. After a moment of silence, she said, "I will ask His Highness about this for you."

It's just a bunch of sundries, a collar, a ball covered with teeth marks, and some bulky civilian clothes.

But out of the housekeeper's warning, she still took this matter to heart.

When reporting in the evening, after reporting all the letters and documents that flew like snowflakes to the Prince's Mansion in the past two months, she hesitated for a while, and then reported the matter to the honorable former prince.

Samir rested for a while, and woke up to reflect on the previous conversation.

It's really unmannered. If the other party is a little difficult to dial, I will immediately cool down, and my mood is inexplicable.

Speaking of which, the other party was still a good person who took care of him for two months.

He sighed a little, obviously at first he wanted to make the other party smile more.

A person with a melancholy temperament is unexpectedly attractive when he smiles.

So now hearing about this, Samuer asked with interest: "What is he yearning for?"

What the prince's mansion lacked most were rare treasures. For the sake of the other party's taking care of him, he would not begrudge even if he asked for a small planet.

He didn't notice the strange and patient expressions of the servants, and kept watching Mosona's actions.

She called in a little maid who was holding a tray with her head down.

Taking a closer look, the tray was piled with items that looked more like trash than treasures.

Collars, balls, bulky clothing.

His smile stagnated slightly, and his eyes narrowed slightly: "What does this mean?"

Dissatisfied with him?

Mosona immediately lowered her head, showing that she didn't know much about this area.

The butler sighed from his heart. He clearly remembered that he had told His Highness about the good times he spent with Mr. Lancer, but he still took the initiative to stand up and explain to His Highness, who was a little worried, and carefully worded: "Uh... In fact, Your Highness, This is…"

"Something of great importance to little Mr. Forgia, bearing fond memories."

Samir felt his head start to ache again: "Oli, you can make it clearer."

This is what you requested, and Olyasim immediately said fluently as if he had won a gold medal for avoiding death: "The collar was worn by the white tiger, and it was made by Miss Qi Luolisi. After a few days in Mr. Ya's closet, he took it with him."

"The ball is White Tiger's favorite toy. It is made of little Mr. Virginia's handkerchief and synthetic fibers."

"The clothes were purchased by Mr. Virginia for the white tiger in the first stage of treatment. It was very resistant to wearing clothes before. The brand is Mida and Jack."

The scene was so quiet that you could hear it. Except for the trembling little maid holding the tray, who else didn't know the identity of the white tiger.

Samir felt a headache in another sense, and he even felt that it was much harsher than the physical one.

For a while, he couldn't figure out which was more embarrassing, whether he refused to wear a collar or put on a collar for Lancer, whether he liked playing with a ball or a ball made of handkerchiefs, whether he refused to wear clothes or bought them for Lancer. Weird brand of clothes.

He beckoned the little maid to come closer, and felt dizzy when he saw the ball covered with teeth marks.

But this is far less than the impact of the clothes with the sweetheart of the universe on him.

"This... it also passed through?"

Olyassim took a sip, tried his best to endure some facial twitching, and replied honestly: "This is his favorite one, Your Highness."

This time, His Highness was silent longer than ever.

Finally, he turned his face to Mosona, who was bowing his head, and said word by word: "Let him not even think about it, Gu Ning would rather give him a planet."

Lancer took this precious promise as a joke. After being rejected, he could understand His Highness's desire to destroy the black history after thinking about it, so he could only pack his luggage with regret.

He didn't do any major things at all. Although he helped to treat His Highness in a crooked manner, he was not the only one who really worked hard. It was the research and medical staff who really worked hard.

He should be grateful to His Highness and all the servants in the mansion. These two months are no different from a vacation. The top luxury suites, beautiful scenery, state banquet meals, and free high-quality big cats can be played. He didn’t pay a penny. After two months of prostitution, I was even a little uneasy.

According to Xingwang netizens, otherwise I will kowtow to you before leaving.

Lancer thought about it and couldn't help laughing.

He starts school the day after tomorrow, and these are the last two nights he will live in the Prince's Mansion.

It wasn't quite the same, but he couldn't help thinking about it.

He always seemed to be asked to leave somewhere.

His aunt ordered him to move out when he became an adult, and the prince politely asked him to leave.

He knew it was different this time, on the one hand he was going to school, on the other hand he didn't belong here.

He was just a shield, a shield for being treated kindly and generously.

But this did not prevent him from insomnia, tossing and turning in bed.

And without Sammy, watching the stars would only be more lonely.

At last he went out onto the terrace and stared in a daze against the still crumbling rosettes.

Sammy climbed in here for the first time one morning and took a nap beside him.

Sammy climbed up here one last time one night and slept next to him for the night.

Samuel was finally able to bid farewell to the pale hospital bed and returned to his bedroom.

His limbs have generally recovered completely, and those pink marks have gradually faded away. Out of some urgent purpose, he still decided to return to his territory as soon as possible.

He really had too much unpleasantness in that ward, and now that he is back in his room, it feels like he has been reborn.

After contacting some people, he opened the wine cabinet in the room, took out a tall neck bottle containing amber liquor from it, dimmed the room lights, and walked towards the terrace with it.

There is a simple table and chairs there, and it is his private place to drink alone.

In the past, sitting on a chair after taking a bath, blowing the evening breeze, and processing less important documents with a collection of wine was a rare pastime for him.

Quiet and alone.

But tonight, when he stood on the terrace and looked around casually, he saw something other than the starry night scene at a glance.

Another terrace a little further away, never lit up in his memory.

It should be that Lancer Forgia.

Olyasim told him that the other party lived next door.

The slender young man was wearing a thin nightgown, with his forearms resting on the railing, as if he was admiring the distant scenery, and seemed to be blowing comfortably.

Samir's eyesight is excellent, but due to the angle of view, he can only see his side face. The fluffy and soft hair is being played by the wind, making the expression of the young man in nightgown vague and ambiguous.

If only angels wore nightgowns too.

isn't he cold

Samir looked down at the robe he was wearing.

Wei Mi should prepare a dress like this for him.

But the First Military Academy will start the day after tomorrow, so he probably won't be able to use it.

Thinking of this, His Royal Highness the former Crown Prince took a sip of the wine.

It would be better for him to leave earlier.

Samir doesn't want to talk to others about the spiritual body named after his nickname.

Especially after last night.

Goofy big cats would even put on that catastrophic outfit just to please a man.

His usually polite and distant servants also spoke well of him.

Quite a terrifying affinity, maybe in the future he will consider giving this little Mr. Forgia who seems to have a special talent a suitable position.

But now, he just wants the First Military Academy to take him away immediately.

Thinking like this, he glanced in that direction casually, then his pupils shrank suddenly, stood up with a bang, and walked quickly to the terrace in a few steps.

The young man seemed dissatisfied with standing on the terrace, so he stepped over the railing with one thigh, climbed up, and then sat straddling the railing with the rose column in his arms, looked around, and then looked down.

The nightgown was rolled up very high, so that two strong and slender legs hung on both sides. With Samir's eyesight, he could even see a little smooth and soft thigh flesh exposed by the rose relief beside the railing.

He was distraught for some reason.

What is this man doing?A person can break his leg even if he falls from this height. Does he want to go to school with a limp?Or did he not want to leave?Is there anything below that is worth looking down?Isn't it just some grass and flowers?Is it the beginning of school syndrome?

Lancer has no evil intentions, Lancer just wants to climb down.

How did Sammy climb up that night? He wasn't proficient with his legs at that time.

Thinking this way, he climbed up in a strange way.

Then his legs hurt from the embossed roses, and the rose column he was holding was too slender, which made him feel like he would fall down at any time.

There is no good scenery below, but there is a trace of terror in the dark night.

He fell down and climbed down again, his heart was filled with longing again.

I wish... I wish this terrace had a fur paw once again, and a big cat that escaped the training ground for him.

Samir sat back on the chair again, stared blankly for a while, and drank all the remaining wine in the glass.

He thought with lingering fear, sure enough, it would be better for this guy to leave earlier.

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Samir: Take a casual look, take another casual look, hiss, thigh