"Let it get more sun. Pen %Fun %www.biquge.info Replace the food with liquid, and never give it any more food that needs to be chewed. Vernoer, who was whispering to the maid, heard the commotion and immediately hurried over to Mino, who was trying to struggle to get up. She knelt directly beside Mino, and while reaching out to comfort her elderly pet, she put her head on Mino's head. "You need more exposure to plants and sunlight."

From that night on, Mino no longer had to face a closed door. No matter what time of day it walked towards Vernor's bedchamber, it always gently opened the hidden door. In order to allow the dying northern dog breed to enter the dormitory smoothly, Vernor not only never closed the door again, but also specially asked a craftsman to trim the door to make it easier to push open. Of course, the elven king, who has been busy preparing for the coronation and state affairs for most of the month, will not know about this kind of trivial matter. The Elven King, who had been annoyed by the coronation ceremony for a few days, had not been to Vernor's bedchamber, so naturally he did not notice this small change.

Although the situation in front of him was too different from the previous dream, the increasingly hot and dry feeling still succeeded in swallowing all of the Elven King's discernment ability. Almost in a state of utter thought, he lifted the corner of Vernore's thin blanket and pressed his head against Mino's head, imprinting a kiss on his snow-white, slender calf, which was still covered with scars.

The female elf reacted next, making Thranduil even more sure that it was in a dream. The female elf, who was not very deep in sleep, moved her calf slightly, but turned her whole body around. Her eyes were tightly closed, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned to look extremely delicate. She muttered in a soft voice, "Mino, don't make a fuss. ”

Unfortunately, Thranduil, who was completely in a state of fog, did not hear what the female elf said, he only felt that the other party was encouraging him to continue with his actions. So, he climbed onto the bed at a speed he couldn't even imagine, unbuttoning his robe, and sucking at the corners of his mouth before he could retract his smile......

In countless dreams, he will always mark his beloved female elf with a kiss mark at the first time.

By the time Thranduil climbed into bed, Vernor had already sensed that something was wrong. But the speed of the elven king is too fast.

As soon as he felt that there was an extra creature on the bed, the warrior's mind caused Vernoer to subconsciously wave his arms to attack the other party before he could even open his eyes. But no matter how fast he was, he was still one step slower than the elven king who had lost his mind. When he saw that his arm was about to hit the other man's face hard, the corner of his mouth had already left a light sucking mark on Thranduil.

Luckily, she opened her eyes just in time to attack, and she saw clearly who the creature in front of her was. However, if a deadly attack has already been launched, how can it be stopped immediately if it is wanted? Angry and confused, Vernor gritted his teeth and twitched his arm so that his palm, which was softer than his arm, fell heavily on Thrandil's head.

The stunned Elven King didn't even make a sound, he fell directly to the side, and successfully suppressed one of Fnorr's arms. The angry and embarrassed Vernoer didn't bother to care if the elf king was okay, and with an angry mood, he directly reached out and pushed his face aside. But as soon as the palm of his hand touched his face, Vernor noticed the strangeness of the elven king.

The cheeks that could be called works of art burned so much that Vernoll subconsciously withdrew his hand. In order to determine if Thrandil's body was really abnormal, she suppressed the anger in her heart, slowly stretched out a finger and touched the other party's cheek again, and then touched the Elven King's exposed hands.

The temperature is abnormally high! As the firstborn children of Illuvita, the elves could not have suffered from the same disease as humans with abnormal body temperatures. So what happened to Thranduil?

Hastily putting on his robe, Vernor turned on all the lights in the dormitory. In the bright light, she saw that all of Thrandil's exposed skin outside his robe took on an eerie pink hue. Remembering Thranduil's audacity to himself just now, Vernorr frowned and bowed down to the Elven King.

She stopped just a finger away from the corner of the other's mouth. After two imperceptible movements of the tip of her nose, Vernor smelled a slightly pungent smell of wine. Although she didn't know what the Elven King had drunk, she was almost certain that this kind of wine would never be the Elf's choice, let alone be liked by the Elven King, who was extremely picky about his tastes. So Thranduil's abnormal behavior just now was not his true will, but was influenced by this non-elven race of wine?

The anger vanished with the speculation. The male elf who was unconscious on the bed, and the temperature of his whole body was still rising, made Vernoll a little worried that he had exerted too much force just now. She kept thinking as she soothed Mino, who had struggled to move to her feet. After putting on his robe and gloves, he took a piece of cloth that was large enough to wrap Thranduil in its entirety. With a quick and gentle motion, Thranduil was wrapped in a cloth, and she pushed him into the bath half-supported and half-propped him up. Considering that he might slip into the bath in his unconscious state, Vernor not only jumped into the bath to help Thranduil sit down, but also brought a pillow to put under his neck. Only then did he drag his wet body and change into a dry robe after walking to the drapery.

It took a few minutes for the Elf King, who woke up in the cold water, to regain all his consciousness with his faintly aching head, and naturally recalled everything that had happened in the "dream" just now. Unfortunately, although the environment and the still sore head proved that everything before falling into darkness was real, the Elven King still chose to deceive himself with "dreams".

Not a dream? Joke! If it weren't for the dream, with what he had just done, how could Vernoer sit calmly on the side and help Mino groom his hair? According to her temper, I'm afraid that she would have set off for Gray Harbor a long time ago, and she wouldn't want to see herself again in Eternal Life, right? After all, what he was going to do would cause a ruin that was worse than death. She is a spirit whose mind is much holier than mine......

Although still in the aftertaste, Thranduil still made some water noises except for her head being completely soaked in water. Vernor, who was sitting with his back to the bath, apparently heard the sound as well. She stopped what she was doing and raised her voice slightly so that the Elven King, who was facing away from her, could hear clearly.

"Did you eat something from another race?" There was not a trace of anger in his tone, as if he were reading an official letter. "Don't eat anything from other races in the future. Don't forget to spoil what you just ate if you have any leftovers. Don't let the other elves suffer any more. ”