If it rains, you'll be drenched

Noah's symptoms of discomfort finally passed, and he regained consciousness. Only then did he realize that the person in front of him who was holding his knees and looking at him smiling was His Royal Highness, who had always been icy.

The two of them sat in a vat of bloody water. The water had already cooled by half, and the fog in the bathroom had dissipated a lot, but the bloody smell remained undiminished.

Noah originally thought it was a dream, and thought it was the time to wake up from the dream, but it just confirmed the reality of the dream.

"Heller?"

Noah was finally able to face Heller soberly for once.

Heller approached and said with a smile, "Noah."

There were still dried blood stains on the two of them, but they both saw smiles in each other's eyes.

"Your lips are so white." Noah reached out and touched Heller's lips.

Heller held Noah's finger and kissed the fingertip.

Noah Teng's whole body became red all of a sudden, he hesitated and said: "I...I'm already married to Herbert..."

Heller leaned over, carefully hugged Noah into his arms, and then rubbed his face against Noah's side face, like children comforting each other because of the loss of candy.

Noah thought, in fact, Heller can say, although you are married, I gave you a mark on the wedding night to save you from the pain of estrus; it can also be said, you go for a divorce and stay with me.

No matter what Heller said, Noah would not know how to respond.

Reality has warped into a ball of yarn that will take time to unravel.

But Heller said nothing.Noah is very grateful to Heller who has left enough space for himself.

Noah suddenly thought of something, and pulled off Heller's hand. Sure enough, he saw several deep knife marks on Heller's wrist, which had been soaked white, and the flesh around the wound was turned outwards. Soaked in water for too long it turns white and wrinkled.

The wound is still oozing blood, how deep the cut is, the kind of deep that I don't want to live.

Heller was a little embarrassed and retracted his hand, but Noah refused to let it go.

"Does it hurt?"

Heller looked down at the wound, like a child who was found out for doing something wrong: "It doesn't hurt now."

Noah looked at the wound in pain, and Heller put the wound behind his back again, soaking in the blood.

Heller leaned over and asked Noah, "Noah, are you afraid of me?"

Noah carefully examined Heller and found that Heller's carotid artery still had a cut, but he didn't use too much force and didn't hurt the blood vessel.

Noah laughed angrily: "What do you think, you cut yourself with a knife, why should I be afraid of you?"

Heller asked stubbornly, "Are you afraid of me? Because I...have violent tendencies."

"The one like Herbert is a violent man!" Noah now thinks of Herbert and has a headache. He was hit by Herbert on the wall, the door, the carriage, and the bed. The bones are about to fall apart, "You are not..."

In the middle of speaking, thinking of the wounds on Heller's hands and neck, Noah suddenly became serious: "From another perspective, you are also violent. It's just that Herbert's violence is external, and your violence Only for yourself. It’s wrong to punish others with your own mistakes, but it’s also wrong to punish yourself with others’ mistakes. No matter what happens in the future, don’t cut yourself with a knife again, you know?”

Heller nodded, like an obedient child, staring at Noah calmly with silver eyes.

Noah reached out to Heller, and Heller stretched his injured wrist into Noah's palm.

Next, Noah wanted to activate the holy light magic to heal Haile, but it was very embarrassing, and it might be because he was too hungry, so this time he failed.

Noah looked up and saw Heller looking at him expectantly. He suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he quickly changed the subject:

"Let's go. It's not an option to stay here all the time. Let's go out first. I'm a little hungry now. Go out and get something to eat."

"it is good."

Noah got up from the bathtub, opened the door and went back to the room, took a cake and devoured it.

I calmed down again, but when I opened the door again, I was stunned.

The prince's bathroom disappeared like a dream, without a trace.In front of him was still the cramped and messy bathroom.

But is it really a dream?The shirt on his body was dripping with blood, and the trousers with one trouser leg rolled up were also soaked in blood, and the water droplets on his hair were still dripping down.

Noah touched the glands on the back of the neck, which had been pierced by alpha's canine teeth and injected with exclusive pheromones.

Noah touched the back of his neck, sat on the chair in front of the desk, took another piece of cake, and smirked while eating the cake.

His Royal Highness's bedroom door was locked.

Sandra Katakata anxiously twisted the door lock of the bedroom, knocked on the door and called His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness Heller, but there was no response at all. After a while, Sandra's nose was dripping with sweat , The sweat on his face dripped into the lines on his cheeks.An elegant old man who spoke slowly on weekdays suddenly panicked.

April chased after her, and Sandra immediately asked April to go behind her room door to get the key to the prince's bedroom door, while looking out the window to see if she could enter the prince's bedroom through the window with her old bones .

"Sandra?"

Sandra was hanging herself on the window frame like a koala, straddling her legs desperately to the window sill, but was bumped into by Heller who opened the door.

Hastily got down from the window sill and pretended nothing happened.

Heller, with half-dried hair, was pale and wore a nightgown with a towel around her neck to dry her hair.

Heller said with a smile: "Sandra, I've grown up, should I keep unlocking the door after I get married?"

Although Heller rarely joked, Sandra saw that the restriction that Princess Bertha placed on His Royal Highness Heller's neck more than ten years ago was broken.

It took Princess Bertha three months to complete the restriction without telling His Royal Highness Heller. It blocked part of His Royal Highness Heller's memory and had the function of preventing sharp knives from piercing the skin.To put it bluntly, he was afraid that His Highness Heller would cut his throat and commit suicide.

When the restriction was broken, Princess Bertha could feel it immediately.

The sleeves of Heller's nightgown were so long that they hung down over the wrists

But Sandra looked at the small wound near Heller's carotid artery, but her eyes were still red, and she asked, "Your Highness Heller, do you need me to warm you a glass of milk?"

Heller brushed her hair and nodded.

"Sandra, it's dangerous to flip through the window. If you get hurt, who else will take care of my daily life?"

Sandra bowed: "Your Highness Heller, don't worry, Sandra will take care of herself."

Heller's pale lips pulled out a very happy smile, but suddenly his body swayed, and then fell on his back.

Sandra rushed up to support Heller, but Heller was an adult long ago, and her height was not built with sponges, Sandra almost couldn't stand still.

"Come on, come on, give me a hand."

Sandra was so overwhelmed that she couldn't lift her head. She felt that someone in high-heeled shoes was running over quickly, and she quickly distributed the weight of the person to him, and then the two of them worked together to lift Heller up.

Just about to say thanks.

Sandra turned her head and saw Princess Bertha under another armpit of Heller.

Princess Bertha is very short, relying on sky-high high heels to just reach the passing line of omega height.

But the three children born to Princess Bertha are all tall. Among them, the eldest princess Olivia who has married to Xuanling Kingdom and the third prince Heller have silver hair and eyes, and they all inherited the most noble bloodline of Maple Kingdom.

Moreover, Princess Bertha is the most gifted in magic among the noble ladies and gentlemen of their generation, and is best at healing.

It is said that the current king has no military talent at all, and the old Duke Graff relied on all the fighting in the early years.In folklore, the king depends on Princess Bertha to hang his breath on the battlefield.

Sandra struggled to tuck Heller into the quilt, but Princess Bertha saw Heller's hair sharply: "Oh, this kid went to bed with wet hair? No, no, give me a dry towel."

Princess Bertha began to cry while wiping her hair: "Hasn't Heller been fine all the time? What's going on today? Oh, oh, why is he so cold, tell this child not to take a cold shower, don't take a cold shower , why don't you listen?"

Sandra wiped off her sweat. Fortunately, Princess Bertha didn't go into the bathroom to look, otherwise she would have known from the ground that His Royal Highness was not taking a cold bath, but a blood bath.

"Send it to little Arnold, that child has good medical skills." Princess Bertha put down Heller's wrist, and after being wrapped in the gentle holy light, the wound on Heller's wrist has recovered, but Heller still hasn't woken up.

Sandra bowed: "Okay, I'll get ready now."

Princess Bertha sighed: "Hey, kid Heller, does he like Noah, the youngest prince of old Lopez?"

Sandra bowed her head and said nothing.

Princess Bertha said: "Actually, I didn't like Leopold at first, but he chased after him shamelessly. When he chased him on the battlefield, he said he wanted to protect me. In the end, I protected him, huh. After Heller woke up , Tell him to be confident, thick-skinned, go after him if you like it, it’s no big deal. His conditions are much better than Leopold’s back then. And don’t forget to tell him that his mother will always love him and support him s Choice."

The author has something to say:

1. About the name: Heller's father: Leopold Alcott, Heller's mother: Eve Bertha

2. For the point of internal violence and external violence, I refer to some content of the knowyourself official account, as well as some relatively simple knowledge of psychology.

Depressed patients sometimes have too high demands on themselves, so that they will blame themselves more when something less than expected happens. (Serotonin, that's your pot!)

And many patients with smiling depression look very kind, but in fact their hearts are already in ruins. Once they reach a certain critical value, this kind of collapse will be silent and fatal.Heller is that type, don't imitate Heller, he is a wrong example.

Especially in our current high-pressure society, many people’s psychological state is actually at a critical state, so when you meet strangers, give them more love and care, and you may be able to avoid many tragedies occur.If you feel unhappy, you should speak up in time, communicate more with relatives and friends, seek help from a psychologist, or give yourself more time to get along well with yourself.

Relatively speaking, Herbert is a person who is used to venting his anger to others, so Herbert is also a wrong example. hhhh

Both of these are bad, the former is not good for you; the latter is easy to hurt your friends and family who care about you.

Writing these two extreme male protagonists is actually writing about a question I want to explore: how to get along with myself better.

……I just wanted to talk about the source of my point of view, but I didn’t expect to talk about such a lot of 23333