White Moonlight who woke up and became a paranoid wizard

Chapter 119 The Boy She Likes
The moonlight is alluring.

Cinderella, who had just taken a bath and was carrying the fragrance after bathing, sneaked up behind Arthur and covered his eyes with her little hands: "Guess who I am?"

Arthur stopped writing, took Cinderella's little hand, held it to his lips and kissed it softly. There was an unconcealable smile in his deep voice: "Is there a reward for guessing correctly?"

When Cinderella heard the sound, she decisively withdrew her little hand, took a few steps back, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Under the bath towel, Cinderella's white lotus-like calves were raised high, and she turned away angrily: "Reward? Don't even think about it! I take back the question I just asked!"

for so many days.

Cinderella could figure out Arthur's little thoughts.

The "thanks" and "rewards" that this man said...

It's not a good thing!
Arthur rested his elbows on the edge of the table, half-supported his chin with his big hand, turned slightly sideways, taking in all her little movements, and just smiled silently, as if there were thousands of stars in his smile.

Cinderella laughed so hard that the tips of her ears turned red.

Angrily, she picked up the soft pillow and threw it on him: "Don't laugh! Anyway... it just won't work anyway!"

Arthur easily caught the pillow she threw, slightly clenched his big hand and coughed lightly in front of his lips.

"I still have some things to deal with tonight, so you can go to sleep first."

Cinderella, who was about to explode with shame a second ago, quickly calmed down after hearing the sound, and approached worriedly: "What's the matter? Business? Do you want me to accompany you?"

Cinderella couldn't sleep well at the thought of Arthur having to deal with business all night long.

"No, you go to bed early." Arthur reached out and rubbed Cinderella's soft long hair. He saw her leaning over slightly and squatting beside him. The uncovered hair on the towel was clearly visible. Arthur's ears were rare. Turning red, he coughed lightly: "Sister, if you don't lie back under the quilt obediently, I can't guarantee what will happen?"

Cinderella was still reading the letters spread out by Arthur on the desk. When she heard what he said, she looked back blankly and looked at him. After seeing Arthur peeking at her from time to time, Cinderella realized later. The little hand covered the towel tightly in shame, and the other little hand beat Arthur's shoulder: "Rogue! Stinky gangster!"

Arthur didn't bother to correct Cinderella that "it's legal between them". When he saw her clenching the quilt in anger and carefully tucking it in, he smiled slightly and his eyes fell on the letter paper on the desk again. .

He once raised a private army.

His knights are not dead soldiers who obey orders wholeheartedly, but spies who can eavesdrop on secrets at any time.

Therefore, Arthur learned that although the king of the neighboring country had promised to use Cinderella in exchange for peace between the two countries, he was quietly reorganizing the army in private, and seemed to be raising troops to attack their country!
Neighbors have a history of breaking promises.

Even our own compatriots can bear to kill each other.

Arthur has long been accustomed to this.

What troubles Arthur is that his father is old and frail, and he will soon inherit the king's position.

But how can he protect the tranquility of this country?
Arthur seems not ready yet. Everyone is forcing him to become mature and able to take responsibility...

Arthur knew that he could not initiate a war unless absolutely necessary.

Because he couldn't bear to see innocent people being burned, killed and plundered.

and also……

Arthur looked sideways slightly, his cool eyes quietly passing over Cinderella who was in a sweet dream.

The moonlight was very gentle to Cinderella, giving her round little face a soft silver edge.

Cinderella's sleeping posture was very inelegant. It was as if she felt two blazing eyes and kicked off the quilt uneasily. Under the lace pajamas suspenders, her porcelain white skin was a fatal temptation...

Arthur sighed and stepped forward gently to tuck the quilt for her.

He couldn't bear to leave his little girl either.

……

"Thank you for your understanding, sister~" Arthur's smile was bright and moving, and his big hand rubbed Cinderella's little head out of habit.

Suddenly, Arthur's smile stagnated slightly, he tilted his head slightly, and blinked his eyes: "However, I may not be able to return to the palace for a long time during this period, will my sister miss me?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Cinderella's eyes, and she quickly covered up her negative emotions. No matter how much she loved the boy in front of her, she couldn't just add trouble to him at this moment.

Cinderella closed her eyes tremblingly, kissed Arthur's fingers, and awkwardly expressed her love: "Of course I will miss you."

"Then... what does sister want me to do?" Arthur's big hand half-cupped his cheek, and the fingertips kissed by Cinderella poked the tip of her nose, "Why don't I keep seven coats? ?”

Cinderella was stunned: "???"

"This way you can change one piece a day, just hold it and sniff it hard." Arthur stared at Cinderella's increasingly embarrassed expression, suppressing a smile, and pinched her soft little cheeks with his fingers, "It's okay. I won’t be jealous of the coat this time.”

Arthur's big hand was still gently rubbing the soft broken hair on Cinderella's forehead, just staring at her face flushed red, followed by the tips of the ears, and then the half of the neck... It really looked like a Ripe little tomatoes.

But before Arthur could smile for long, there was a tingling sensation on his fingertips.

Facts have proven that even rabbits can bite when they are anxious!

The little girl became so angry that she couldn't beat him again and again, and she couldn't talk to him anymore. She simply opened her lips and bit his index finger in annoyance.

She didn't bite hard.

Maybe a person with a gentle nature cannot do anything cruel.

Arthur chuckled, with gentleness in his eyebrows, and let her bite.

When she calmed down, Arthur withdrew his hand. His index finger was dotted with crystals and wrapped in a circle of deep and shallow tooth marks.

Cinderella retreated into bed belatedly, and glanced at Arthur secretly. She was afraid that he would be angry, so she took the initiative to apologize: "I'm sorry, I just..."

"It's okay." Arthur bent his fingers and kissed the tooth marks on his fingertips. His beautiful eyes were full of ambiguity, "I just know now that my little one also has a bad temper."

Cinderella's cheeks blushed again.

Arthur tied the tie on his collar, turned around and kissed Cinderella's eyebrows lovingly: "Sister, please wait for me."
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The old king's health was getting worse day by day.

When he felt that his lifeline was about to end, he was finally willing to pass the throne to Arthur.

Arthur is smart and brave, and everyone expects him to inherit the throne.

The old king has been unable to sleep since he was lying on the hospital bed.

Before Arthur could even sit on the throne, he had to lead his monarchs and ministers to plan strategies for sending troops to neighboring countries.

Elegant courtesy is not feasible in the eyes of these barbarians, and the only way to subdue them is force.

The sky became extremely gloomy.

The dark clouds were densely intertwined.

It rained heavily for several days.

Cinderella climbed up to the attic again and opened the window, leaning on the fence and looking up.

This time there were no playful doves in the sky.

Looking down from this direction, the faces of the people on the street are not filled with happiness and peace. Just like the heavy dark clouds, everyone's face is full of sadness that cannot be wiped away.

Cinderella didn't know what was happening, she only knew that the uneasiness was slowly coming.

Arthur was afraid that Cinderella would be worried and did not tell her about the imminent war.

One second before, Arthur was still sitting on the edge of the wide bed, gently kissing Cinderella's lips; the next second, Arthur put on his hard armor and was ready to lead the army.

The horn of war has sounded, he is clothed in glory, and there is no way out!
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　Please let me out of the dark room, please (whirl around and cry)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)