Why is the waste prince like that?

Definitely go.

Lancer was still angry.

He tried to focus on writing something, but his slow mind began to recall the accident ten minutes ago.

Soft and hot, rubbing against his chin, holding his lower lip, hard and white, biting a piece of soft meat and not letting go.

Not closing his eyes was the biggest mistake. The sea-blue eyes were burning with raging flames, with a righteous and confident aura, which made him feel at a loss for a moment.

The breath was very hot, but the slender fingers were cold, being ironed to the same temperature by his cheeks with the help of heat transfer.

He stared at the black and white words for a while, yes, the ocean, well, the warm current, the warm and soft current, the warm current below the sea level, the silently gurgling warm current, lingering passionately like a lover's lips...

He immediately came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and felt that his brain was broken.

The glass on the window vaguely reflected a dazed young man's face, his cheeks were reddish, and his eyes seemed to be wet with a little soft light.

He stared at his reflection for a while, and after a while, he pressed his cheek with the cool back of his hand.

is hot.

how could be?

It should go, right?

Such thoughts popped into his mind, and then he stood up inexplicably, and the chair was knocked out with a groan.

have a look?

But it must have gone back.

Maybe not in the future.

When he thought of this, the previous memories flooded out, his heart was full of tenderness, he thought for a while, his fingers curled and loosened.

Does this really matter?

That wasn't even a kiss.

Maybe, maybe it's just a little bit of confusion in growing up?

Is it really fair to look at Sami with harsh human standards?

He clearly said before that he would never lose his temper with it in the future, and made countless guarantees. Sammy obeyed obediently, but he failed to follow through?

So this idea was like a straw, which he grasped firmly.

Use this as an argument to excuse your cat.

He had a very heated debate in his mind.

Both the pros and cons are based on a cat-loving heart, and such an unreasonable debate can only be fought in the spiritual court.

So he argued the obvious, kicked off his chair, and strode toward the door.

At this time, he hoped that the cat would be more squeamish, that it would not wait in the same place foolishly like an abandoned cat, but would go away arrogantly without looking back, and return to its warm and comfortable abode.

He opened the door, unable to tell what anticipation prevailed.

But as soon as he opened the door, he felt the extra heavy weight.

Abandoned by its owner, the door opens freely to the other end until it hits the wall.

A mass of black clothed figures and shining bouquets lay at his feet.

Lancer was taken aback for a moment, then squatted down to check the situation of the other party.

Disgruntled prank?

He reached into the scarf covering the lower half of his face and pinched the other person's nose, but the skin that should have been warmed by the soft and warm knitted scarf was icy cold.

Lancer's head buzzed, and he touched the neck that should be the hottest in disbelief, where there was only a slight heat and a not too active heartbeat.At that moment, he felt that his whole body was paralyzed. After realizing it, he immediately dragged the person into the room with the fastest speed and strength in his life, kicked the bouquet of flowers away, and closed the door by the way.

He raised the room temperature, laboriously lifted the man's heavy body onto the bed, untied the scarf covering his face and the thick coat, stuffed him into a warm quilt, and went to the closet to find a heating blanket that was given by a lottery. In order to prevent low temperature burns, wrap it in two layers of clothing.

After doing all this, he leaned against the other person and used the thermometer function of the brain to measure his body temperature. Seeing that the temperature rose slightly, he still couldn't feel at ease.

Only slightly better than the temperature of the dead.

why?

Even though he was fully dressed, his body temperature was still higher than normal, why did he become like this after staying outside the door that wasn't too cold for a while.

Holding that warm right hand, he stared at the other's pale face, with waves of regret and self-blame in his heart.

He just, just relied on being loved.

Mingming has been living cautiously for the past ten years, not easily losing his temper with anyone.

Just being loved gives you the privilege of losing your temper.

He clenched the hand that seemed to have warmed up slightly, and carefully pressed his palm to his hotter cheek.

It was just a bite on the lip, and you didn't refuse when you were licked by Sammy before, didn't you?

When education goes wrong, is it all the fault of the children?

Knowing that it loves you and wants to be with you no matter what, do you still have to control its heart?

He questioned himself a few words, but it didn't help.

The best way to solve the problem is to go to the source.

But people's feelings are strange. If it wasn't Sami who was lying down, he would show superficial concern now, and then want to explore this secret.

But, no.

So now he completely forgets about it, the source can't quench his thirst, he can only take emergency measures while only spurning his own irresponsibility and ruthlessness.

Gradually, he could feel the palm warming up rapidly, so he happily tested the temperature of Sami's neck.

Or... cold?

Fortunately, there is still a heartbeat.

why?

He wanted to dial a message to the housekeeper, but he was afraid that something might happen if he didn't look carefully.

But gradually, the cold chest he was pressing seemed to be warmed by his palm, and his heartbeat became stronger.

His heart was beating fast accordingly.

It's like grabbing a thread and then pulling the whole thread out.

So he hesitated for a while, took off his coat, quickly changed into his nightgown, and got under the quilt as well.

The quilt that a person has been lying on for a long time is not hot enough at all.

When he noticed this, he stopped hesitating and stretched out his hands to hug the other person's body tightly, so that the two people's chests were tightly pressed against each other, and their hands and feet were intertwined.

Hot and cool, he is not tall enough, with one hand through the side of the neck and the other under the ribs, while hugging tightly, he also whispered in the other's ear.

"Sami...wake up..."

"Don't sleep...I shouldn't..."

The body surrounded by him slowly regained its heat.

Samir was trying to negotiate with the white tiger in front of him: "It's up to you whether you like it or not. Gu has never planned to marry a male princess."

"We are one and there should be no internal friction."

The white tiger squatted down, licked the fur on the back of its paws, and thought about how to conjure up a mirror to show the humans opposite.

Look at the guilt and duplicity on his face.

After hearing a few words of nonsense, it became impatient and said, "Do you think he will open the door?"

So the person opposite stopped for a moment, and then an indescribable shame and grievance appeared on his face.

In the spiritual court, there is no lie, and each other understands each other's true emotions.

How can His Royal Highness, who has been loved and loved by others since childhood, accept that he was rejected on the grounds of being frivolous and menglang?

What's more, being frivolous about Meng Lang was not what he did.

"Don't you think I did it all?"

The white tiger showed no expression. It lowered its paws, but stared straight at him: "Who taught me to cover my face and go out to find someone."

"Who saw the sign on the side of the road reminding me where to go?"

"Who is standing by the window watching people with me, as jealous as I am?"

Samir was in a mess, he lowered his eyes, his cheeks were flushed with anger or shame, he squeezed his fingers tightly, and after a long while he whispered: "That's not...that's not jealousy..."

When Sami faced him, he was far less coaxing than Lancer, and it retorted softly: "I am your spiritual body, I know everything, you are not only jealous, but also unbelievable, how can you be jealous. It's the first time I know this word, and I learned it in your mind, and you even demonstrated it to me."

It lowered its head, and its heart was very confused. It learned a lot of words, but most of its emotions came from this one in its brain.

Curiosity, shame, yearning, liking, love, jealousy, and desire.

It was very dazed at first, and it was very young. The cat would only lick and lick, so it was already very satisfied.

But ever since they started sharing the body, it became more and more unsatisfied and eager to move.

With red lips soaked in wine and amorous eyes filled with water vapor, it stood with him and looked out of the window. There were warm yellow lights and endless laughter inside, but there was no one in the corridor, it was cold and dark.

They don't feel alone about it, they just stare at one person, and in a shared heart, a raging purple flame ignites.

Human thoughts are quick, but Sami still catches them quickly.

Jealousy.

And definitions and explanations mingled with repeated shame denials.

It ignored the embarrassment and anger that followed in the other party's heart, and only chewed these words in its heart, thinking it was very appropriate.

Just like a fire, the body is burning hot, the mind is also boiling, and the reason is boiled into sour grievances. Just a drop of loneliness can provoke a violent reaction.

It confronts jealousy calmly, and then does what it wants in the moment.

It's just like exposing Samir's shortcoming frankly now.

It speaks very straightforwardly, all because the language has not been learned enough.

But Samir was so ashamed and indignant by what it said, and wanted to have an attack several times but couldn't refute it.

"what on earth do you want?"

For a man to turn against his own spiritual body, where in the whole universe is there anything more absurd and ridiculous than this?

Sammy couldn't figure out why he was so emotionally up and down, and it came up with the idea simply: "We need to be together."

It was a pleasant surprise, and Samuel stared at it: "Are you serious?"

In fact, he has never given up on finding a solution without revealing it, but this situation can be said to be unique in the world, and no one can guarantee that he can solve it by himself, let alone when the spiritual body disagrees.

Of course Samir was serious. It was not happy at first because Samir was too fierce. He acted as if he would break up with Lanser immediately after fusion.

But now, it looks at the other party's slightly nervous look, and happily cocks its tail. It just wants to be with the human being it likes ignorantly and instinctively, and the other part of itself, although it has a bad mouth, seems to understand Much more.

I am your instinct, can I still not know whether you like my human being?

As long as the two of them are together, can the wild cat outside still rub against Lan?

This is Sammy. Sammy is a planner. Kudos to Sammy.

But big cats also have their own requirements.

Samir was all ears.

"My request is that until Lan finds out, he must remain as I am and not make him sad."

"Because... Lan he... is a soft-hearted and lonely person."

When Samuel woke up, he felt very hot. There was a person wrapped around his body. Without thinking about it, the strong smell of orange blossom told him his name. The soft-hearted and lonely person was hugging him tightly. Only then did he pull out his face from the socket of his neck.

It was very hot in the quilt, and his white forehead was covered with fine sweat, which made his forehead hair and eyelashes wet, his cheeks were flushed, and his dark eyes seemed to be filled with spring water, and he looked at him guiltily. .

Being too close, even if the voice is soft, it is inevitable to exhale hot and humid air.

"Sammy...I'm really...sorry..."

He looked like he was about to cry.

The smell of orange blossom is stronger than ever.

Samir could feel the other party's flexible thighs resting on his body, exuding hot temperature.

Oh my goodness.

He was half awake and half confused, he couldn't say anything at this moment, he was stunned for a while, and he just wiped the corners of his eyes with his fingertips clumsily.

It feels warm and soft to the touch, after wiping it twice, I quickly take it back.

The slender eyelashes tickled his fingertips, and the thin red eyes tickled his heart.

He stared at this wet and pretty face, his eyes locked on it almost uncontrollably.

Want to keep a promise?

The thought was fleeting, because the other party had already buried his face in his chest and whispered his name.

So in the end, he pursed his lips and frowned again, his expression fluctuating, and it took him a while to make up his mind.

Imitating the difficult pronunciation that was enough to make his Chinese teacher pissed off, he made a voice that he never thought could come out of his mouth: "...Lan?"