empty crown

Angry.

"Don't move, be obedient, I'll carry you to the bed first." Eric hugged Harry who was struggling constantly, trying to force him to obey his words.

"Go away! Don't be hypocritical!" Harry pushed Eric hard: "I'm not a woman, and I don't need any romantic warmth from you afterwards! You just need to get out of the way so that I don't see you again!" Harry With a swish of the sword, Eric felt a pain in his arm, and blood burst out immediately.

Harry was stunned, Eric frowned in pain, and still did not let go of the hand holding Harry's shoulder, Eric said slowly word by word: "Be obedient, I know you feel uncomfortable, wait until I finish cleaning you You can chop whatever you want, okay? Hal..." Eric's tone was very gentle.

"Who allowed you to call me Hal!!" Harry looked at the bloody arm, and his tone softened a little: "Doing this kind of thing to the prince is a capital crime! Capital crime! You hit me several times! And... ...and..." Harry was at a loss for words.

"Hal..." Eric stroked Harry's cheek tenderly, where there were bruises from his fight with him: "I'm sorry...does it hurt?"

"...Don't be so disgusting all of a sudden!" Harry gave Eric a disgusted look.

"Don't be angry..." Eric hugged Harry, careful not to let the blood on his arm rub against Harry: "Is it all my fault?"

"What are you doing!" Harry couldn't stand Eric who suddenly became so gentle, especially when he saw Eric's blue eyes, most of the annoyance that he had originally felt disappeared at once: "You don't need to be like this! It's me I ran into the dark forest by myself and got tricked, I have to bear my own fault, I was the one who seduced you first, you can forgive me for anything you do to me, you have nothing to feel guilty about." Harry turned his face and said in a low voice. road.

Eric put Harry on the bed, found a random piece of cloth and wrapped it around the wound Harry had just cut, then took the pile of things by the door, and found a golden-glowing grass.

"...I can't catch the unicorn, so I can only use it as a temporary substitute. Although it is not as effective as unicorn's blood, it is still very useful..." Eric put the grass aside, and then took it from his arms again. He took out a bottle of clear water from his pocket: "This is the spring water from the Spring of Purity... It has the effect of healing and cleaning wounds... If you don't mind... May I clean it up for you? I keep this water in my arms all the time. It's... warm, it won't make you cold..."

"...What are you doing? I said I don't need you to do these things. Anyway, I took the initiative to hook..." Before Harry could finish his words, Eric kissed his lips, and the lips were just pressed together. Eric's lips were a little cold, and Harry frowned without protesting.

"Don't talk about seduce or not... don't you understand...?" Eric touched the back of Harry's neck with one hand, skillfully as if he had done that action countless times before, Eric felt his heart beating It was very fast, as if he had waited for 1 years for that sentence, and finally he was able to say it: "I love you..."

Harry stared blankly at Eric who seemed to be hiding the whole sea in his eyes. He could feel the warmth of Eric's hands around his neck, and the warmth of his big fingers rubbing against his neck seemed to have felt countless The same as last time... When he heard Eric say those three words, his heart suddenly stopped beating, as if he had waited for too long and finally got an answer...

"Hal...mylove..." Eric slowly wrapped Harry into his arms, reached out to take the bottle of pure spring water warmed by his own body temperature, poured a little into his palm, and gently scrubbed and massaged Harry to fight with himself After the bruises left behind, Harry didn't speak, just curled up in Eric's arms obediently, and Eric repeated in Harry's ear with an extremely gentle low voice over and over again: "I love you...I love you so much... …" Following the sound, Eric's hand moved to Harry's crotch, dipped in the warm spring water, and meticulously helped Harry clean all the dirt between his legs.

"If it hurts, say it." Eric squeezed some spring water into his hand: "I have to go in to help you clean up..."

Harry nodded silently, feeling Eric squeeze his fingers into his body very, very slowly, Eric's movements were very, very gentle, it's hard to imagine how such a rude person could lighten his strength to such an extent ? Eric kept asking Harry if it hurts or not. As long as Harry makes a small movement, Eric will stop in a panic, pat Harry's back lightly like a child, and kiss Harry softly like a feather cheek and eyelashes, Harry grabbed Eric tightly, he wanted to cry.

Happy to cry...

chance encounter

"Button the clothes for me!" Eric looked at Harry unkindly.

"...This dress is just that big..." Harry looked at Eric helplessly.

"Then you are not allowed to wear this kind of clothes next time!"

"Why is the neckline so big..." Harry wept.

"I don't care, you belong to me from head to toe, so you can only show it to me!" Eric turned cold, pulled Harry's collar and whispered: "Or do you want me to leave the hickey on your Adam's apple next time?" Come on!?" After finishing speaking, he gently stroked Harry's rolling Adam's apple with his hands threateningly.

"Don't wear it! Don't wear it! Next time whoever asks me to wear this, I'll be in a hurry!" Harry immediately looked at his clothes righteously with disgusting eyes.

Poins rested his chin and looked at the two of them like monsters, Harry glared at him: "What are you looking at!"

Poins shook his head, pursed his lips and said, "Why don't you listen to me so much..."

This time it was time for Eric to stare at Poins, and Poins immediately stood up and disappeared automatically, no longer being a light bulb.

Harry was a little restless under Eric's overly fiery eyes, and suddenly the door of the tavern opened, and a group of strangely dressed people came in from outside.

Harry looked suspiciously at the group of people wearing black cloaks. The leader was a big beauty with red hair. Even under the cover of the cloak, it could be seen that the curvaceous and graceful figure was quite hot. Many men in the tavern uttered What's more commendable is that this woman not only has a hot figure, but also has a pretty face, with a charming temperament in her eyebrows and eyes. I am afraid that few men can escape these glamorous eyes .

Behind the woman is a man with short brown hair. The man is not much taller than this petite woman. He looks honest, but the big bow on his back is much more eye-catching than himself. It was a black-haired little man with a foolish face, he was chewing something in his mouth, and he raised his chin with a contemptuous expression. Standing beside him was a tall and strong man with blond hair. He had a handsome face. He took out his purse and walked towards the counter. Just after a group of people went in, Harry noticed that there was another person behind them, also wearing a black cloak, but covering his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

"Hey, Steve!?" Eric stood up in surprise the moment he saw the blond man.

The blond man raised his head in surprise when he heard someone call his name, and a cheerful smile appeared on his handsome face: "Huntsman! I actually met you here! It's God's favor for me! After that, he came up and gave Eric a warm hug.

Harry's face darkened.

"Where are you going?" Eric looked at the group of people behind Steve: "What happened recently that you started leading the team again?"

Steve's full name is SteveRogers. He is a very famous mercenary captain in the barbaric area. He is very powerful, organizational and charismatic. He has participated in several legendary wars. He is thoughtful and calm. Very nice, basically a nice guy.

"There's a dragon out of the west, I'm just going to check it out..." Steve scratched his head with a smile.

"Dragon? It's really strange at this time. You must have been entrusted again, so you came out of the rivers and lakes again? Didn't you say that you plan to spend a few days with your lover..." Eric looked up at that The stinky boy who cocked his legs and stared straight at the ceiling frowned, and said, "Is that him?"

Steve turned his head to look at the black-haired brat, blushed with embarrassment, and nodded as acquiescence.

"Who! Steve?" The short black-haired brat impatiently walked over to Steve, looked up and down Eric with a very unfriendly look, and rolled his eyes: "Huh, dirty drunk .”

Just as Steve was about to reprimand, Harry stood up first, and he walked over to the black-haired man with his shoulders and chin lifted,