Did you love me for a second
Small heard his heart beating wildly in his chest.
Jesse looked at him without blinking, waiting silently for his answer.
Small had an illusion. It seems that if he keeps silent, he will wait forever, no matter how old it is.
He bit his lower lip and lowered his head slowly.
But there is no eternity between them, and there is no eternity between them. Only the third prince of the elf and the patriarch of the witch clan, only deceit and anger.
Jesse stretched out a finger, hooked his chin, and lifted it slightly.
Small's eyes had to meet Jesse's eyes full of unpredictable storms again.
"Look at me. Answer." His tone was flat, but the intensity of his words was unquestionable.
…
The correct answer should be love. Only in this way will he have a chance to survive.
In his heart he warned himself like this.
But when the words came to his mouth, he shrank back.
Maybe it's a trap? After saying that, you will be laughed at.
Jesse probably slapped him away in disgust, like a mosquito.
"Lane." Jesse's voice was low, and the clouds gathered on his face, and he was obviously impatient.
Small smiled suddenly, "How do you want me to answer?"
Jesse stared at him silently, the treacherous storm in his eyes subsided little by little, and finally turned into a pool of stagnant water. He raised the corners of his lips, "What answer I want, will you say the answer?"
Small laughed at himself: "People are under the roof, aren't they?"
"Yeah, you're right. Since that's the case..." His hand suddenly reached the back of his neck, pinched his neck, and slammed him in front of him.
Small was startled. At such a distance, Jesse's breath could be clearly felt on his lips.
"Why should I be polite to you." Jesse finished, his lips caught in his, and his tongue slammed into his mouth.
Small subconsciously wanted to retreat, but was immobilized by his palm.
"Hmm." Facing the domineering intrusion of the tongue, Small stretched out his tongue to resist.
But his defenses were vulnerable to Jesse's attack.
Soon Jesse had fully taken over the enemy camp and started licking every bit of his mouth as he wanted.
Small felt that his body was gradually softening, and flames began to rise in his lower abdomen.
He knew this feeling very well.
Because a thousand years ago, he often collapsed like this.
…
He opened his eyes suddenly.
But this is not a thousand years ago, this is a thousand years from now!
The hands that had been resting on Jesse's chest were pushed forward violently.
Jesse seemed to have expected it, and his palm pressed him hard in his direction.
Small only felt a pain in his lip, and Jesse had bitten down hard on his lower lip.
The smell of blood quickly spread from his wound and dripped into his mouth.
Jesse loosened his teeth, licked his tongue lightly over the wound, and let go.
Small pursed his lips and looked at him warily.
There was still blood on the corners of Jesse's mouth, so brightly colored that he wanted to rush over and wipe it off for him.
As if seeing his resentment, Jesse stuck out his tongue and slowly licked the blood away.
…
If it wasn't for certain that he was a 100% witch, he would definitely suspect that there was a vampire hybrid in his body. Maybe a distant relative of Kim.
Jesse's hand slammed across his face, "When facing me, don't think about others!"
Small's temper shot up, but he quickly retreated, and said in a low voice, "When are you going to let me go back?" After he finished speaking, he felt the hand holding his chin loosen a little bit.
"What if I said, never let go?" Jesse smiled casually.
Small glared at him, "My imperial brother will not agree."
Jesse raised his eyebrows, "Besides your status as the third elf prince, what else do you have?"
Small's fists clenched angrily.
He has never been an impulsive person, and it can even be said that in many cases, although he is willful, he is very cautious. But this time, for some unknown reason, when he saw Jesse looking at him with such contempt, he felt like the anger in his body was like a volcano, and he desperately wanted to erupt from the crater.
"I still have..." Smal used wind magic to instantly take himself five or six meters away, then glared at him and said, "Magic!"
"Wind Blade!" His palms slammed open, and countless fierce winds slashed toward Jesse like blades.
Jesse sat there, idly, as if nothing but a pleasant breeze was blowing in front of him.
Small watched in horror as the first wind blade brushed past his shoulder, his hand bounced like an electric shock, and quickly changed the direction of the remaining wind blades.
Even so, two wind blades brushed past his shoulders and hair.
…
A strand of white hair fluttered to the ground. There were two drops of bright red blood on it.
Small took a deep breath and calmed the restless beating heart in his chest, "Why don't you hide?"
"Why do you want to change?"
The problem is exported at the same time.
The two looked at each other.
In the end, Small looked away first, "You're bleeding."
Jesse lowered his eyelids. "Being soft-hearted with an enemy is putting yourself in danger."
Small's eyes widened, watching his palms open slightly, and his mouth moved quickly. Then his arm with the slave mark began to heat up, his head slowly dizzy, and his consciousness gradually blurred.
He only remembered that before he fell into a coma, Jesse's face suddenly enlarged in front of him, and the smile...was more abhorrent than he imagined!
…
Jesse hugged him, and after confirming that he fainted, he gently touched the wound on his lips, "Fool, besides your identity as the third elf prince..." sighed, "and me."
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Small awoke slowly.
it's getting dark.
He moved and wanted to get up, only to find someone lying beside him. He didn't even have to turn on the light to see that it was Jesse.
"If you're hungry, eat on the table in the living room." In the darkness, Jesse's voice was particularly distinct.
Small slept in the bed, and to get out of bed, he had to step over Jesse. He was silent for a while, "Is your wound bandaged?"
"No." The tone was calm and calm.
"Why?" His tone was a little anxious.
"Not enough."
Small imagined that it was indeed difficult to wrap an arm with one hand. "Where's the medicine chest?"
"This is your house, don't you know?" There was a hint of ridicule in his voice.
"...you've never been hurt." Every time he was hurt, Jesse bandaged him. So he never knew where the magical medicine chest in Jesse's hand came from.
Jesse moved and said, "In the innermost part of the cabinet in the living room."
Small groped silently, ready to step over him and get out of bed. But when he touched it, he found that he had already retracted his legs and made way out.
Hearing him getting out of bed, Jesse said lightly, "Remember to turn on the light, don't fall..."
boom.
"… wrestling."
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Turning on the light, Small took the medicine kit to the bed and found that his wound had been glued to his clothes.
"You..." He couldn't help staring.
"This is the wound you caused." Jesse said indifferently, "Shouldn't you be happier seeing this?"
Small took out the scissors from the medicine box and said bitterly, "Yes, I am so happy that I can't wait to cut the wound bigger."
"Please." Jesse narrowed his eyes.
Small holds the scissors, squinting, fighting his sleeves, blood, skin.
It took about an hour of struggle for the broken fabrics to leave.
Jesse watched his hand stop weirdly in the air as he finished applying the potion and was about to wrap it up. "Regret?"
Small put the gauze back in the medicine cabinet.
Jesse raised an eyebrow.
"I just happened to remember that, as the third prince of the elven world, I unfortunately only know healing techniques." In order to pretend to be low-key and incompetent, he always used physical therapy for injuries. But now it's been exposed anyway, so he can finally cast magic without restraint.
His palm lit up with a golden light, rubbing lightly on the wound.
Jesse felt the flesh on the wounds frantically closing in on each other, healing.
"Okay." Small put away the medicine box.
Jesse looked at the pink scar on his arm, "Is this the healing technique of the Third Prince of the Spirit World?"
"Compared to the slave mark you left on my arm, it is beautiful and beautiful." Small's voice came from the direction of the living room.
Jesse got up and walked slowly to the guest room.
Small was eating his dinner slowly.
"Why save me?" Jesse stood by the door, looking at him with piercing eyes.
Small paused for a while while eating, and then said nonchalantly, "To please you."
"Oh?"
Smal put down the bowl, wiped his mouth, turned his head and said seriously: "Only if I please, I can go back safely, right?"
"Really?" Jesse asked.
'yes. ' These two words swirled in Small's mouth twice, but still did not say it, just whispered: "I always have to go back."
"You really want to go back that much?"
…
Small found that since he came here, he could not answer any of Jesse's questions.
Does he really want to go back
The answer should have said yes without hesitation, but he found that he hesitated.
Jesse apparently took his silence as a default. "In that case, I'll show you a way."
Small was shocked. He didn't know the reason for the strong loss in his chest, but he quickly adjusted and forced a smile and said, "What method?"
Jesse looked at him, his eyes deep as if to suck him in, "Cooperate with me."
Cooperate
How to cooperate
Small's eyes glanced involuntarily in the direction of the bed.
In fact, there was another reason why he insisted on running away. That's when he found out that he couldn't refuse Jesse's courtship. Not only can't refuse, but there are even signs of sinking.
He is the third prince of the elf world, how can he happily tactfully under the body of a man
His face flushed instantly, but he couldn't tell if it was from shame or anger, or even... something else.
Jesse's fingers stroked his fiery red earlobe lightly, and his voice was hoarse: "That's your only way."