take the lamb to school

Chapter 20

into the night.

After dinner, Archer forcibly held down Ealing, who had played wildly all day, and gave him a bath, from head to belly to paw pads, everything was clean.

Then, the wet kitten was wrapped in a towel and brought to His Highness the Prince.

"I dare say you must have had a terrible half a month. Listen to Archer, you have stained a whole tank of bath water black," Vigal leaned on the head of the bed, flipping a piece of water casually. Book, "Isn't it, Snowball?"

Yi Ling was a little dumbfounded, he thought he had already fooled the day, why did he come again?

He gently shook off the water droplets on his body, and hung his head guiltily.

In fact, he thinks he's doing pretty well...

But His Royal Highness will not like this answer.

Thinking of this, he buried his head lower: "Meow."

"You say yes."

Seeing his humility, Vegal thought that he really regretted it, and the dissatisfaction in his heart subsided a little.

"Come here," Virgal beckoned, "I'll help you dry your hair."

The feeling of being soaked all over was really uncomfortable. Yi Ling picked up the dropped towel, ran over in two or three steps, and squatted obediently beside the pillow waiting for the service of His Royal Highness.

"Well... no towels today, Snowball."

Vegal looked at Yi Ling with a funny face, gesticulating with one hand on the open pages of the book: "It just so happens that I just learned the drying technique, so I can try to see how it works."

drying technique?

Yi Ling approached the book curiously, wanting to see what was written on it, but at first glance, he found that he couldn't understand a single word of the book.

Is this the so-called "dialogue with God" language that second graders learn?

"Be careful, Snowball," Virgal stretched out his finger and pushed the kitten away, "If you damage the rare books in the library, you won't be able to pay for it if you sell it. The librarian is the most fussy .”

As he spoke, he slowly closed his right hand, closed his eyes, and whispered something in his mouth.

Yi Ling stepped on the sleeve of His Royal Highness, staring at that hand intently.

One second, two seconds...

The five fingers opened suddenly, and a group of red flames rose from the palm, with a fiery temperature, reflecting half of the kitten's face red.

"Meow!"

Yi Ling was startled, and quickly slipped to the shelf at the end of the bed, and even knocked over the incense bottle in a panic.

what happened?

Isn't it drying?

Why is there a fire suddenly?

Kitten is angry.

Kitten frizz.

"Hey——" Vigal couldn't help but let out a chuckle, "Sorry, I probably made a mistake. The drying technique and the ignition technique are really too similar."

Dear judges, if he didn't smile, the apology might appear more real.

Such an insincere apology is hard to accept.

At least not Ealing.

He walked up and down the shelf, and at the same time expressed his accusation with what he thought was a fierce look. He suspected that His Royal Highness had gone bad.

You know, how gentle and kind he was half a month ago!

But in Yi Ling's mind, he recalled that His Highness the prince he met when he was in school, who was aloof, distant and indifferent, and he was completely different from the one in front of him.

He had to admit that he had misread it.

It's not that His Royal Highness has become bad, but that he has never recognized it clearly.

Uncle Mike once said that people are multi-faceted people, good people may do bad things, and bad people may also do good things.

Therefore, it doesn't matter to him what kind of character His Royal Highness is. What is important is that he saved a cat in danger.

He saved me, Yi Ling thought.

"Okay, okay," Vegal softened his voice, "Snowball, baby, come here. Don't be angry, I'll help you dry your hair. You'll get sick if you catch a cold."

Yi Ling jumped onto the bed and rubbed against His Royal Highness, looking a little listless.

This time Vigal really felt distressed, he took the kitten into his arms, and quickly dried his fur with a drying technique.

The wet kitten turned into a fluffy kitten again.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't scare you like that," Vegar said, kissing Yiling's forehead, "In the future, I will be a better master than your former master. I hope you don't always think about it." He, do you think I don't know that he took you away?"

The more Yi Ling listened, the more confused he became. Who took him away?Didn't he go by himself?

"Okay, go to sleep. You are allowed to sleep in bed today." Vigal blew out the lamp, hugged Yi Ling in a vague way, and lay down.

In a daze, Yi Ling lay down together, not daring to move. After a long time, he didn't jump out of the bed until he heard that His Royal Highness was breathing very calmly.

At this time, the night was quiet, a candle lamp was quietly placed on the head of the bed, and the white gauze curtain was also slowly fluttering in the evening wind.

Thanks to the cat's excellent night vision ability, Yi Ling can see the person on the bed clearly.

His Royal Highness the prince who fell into sleep had a peaceful expression, without any expression, as if he was his most authentic appearance.

Delicate eyebrows and eyes, like a god in a painting.

Unexpectedly, Yi Ling lowered her head, slowly approached his lips, and licked his lips with her tongue.

"Meow."

"Soft."

After playing hooligans, he tiptoed out of the room, ready to go to the sheepfold to see his beloved lamb.

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Vigal: I will be a good host, please don't go to your ex without knowing what is good or bad.

10: Meow meow? ? ?