They recognized their feelings, but the knight had been reincarnated as a fox cub

No, you don't care about me anymore? Are you really sleeping on the wall?

Celeste was so angry that she rolled around on the bed like a wheel, kicking and hitting herself.

However, she couldn't continue to vent her dissatisfaction like this. If she woke Fei'er up, and she saw how energetic she was, wouldn't her lie be exposed at once?

Then she would really be regarded as a bad woman, although it doesn't seem to be much different now.

But...even though the plan failed, it doesn't seem bad.

The bed and the bedding were all filled with Fei'er's scent. Just by smelling the scent, Catherine felt inexplicably at ease. Having suffered from insomnia for a long time, she felt tired for a rare time. Her eyelids could not hold up and drooped, and she sank into a dream.

At the same time, at the Snow Elf General Headquarters.

"Your place is not small, don't you have any extra rooms?" Irene complained while holding the bedding in the dark room.

"There are a lot of storage rooms, but we don't have time to tidy them up. If Princess Elf doesn't mind sleeping with all the dusty stuff." An emotionless, inorganic voice came from beside her.

"Forget it, sleeping with a face-palm person like you is still better than sleeping in the utility room." Irene thought for a moment and added, "It's just a little bit better."

"Your Highness, this is my territory after all." Dale opened her cold eyes. "If you keep saying this, the probability of me kicking you out of bed in the middle of the night will increase by 73 percentage points."

"Well, let's see if you are qualified enough to kick me off. Be careful, or you might end up falling off the bed yourself."

"Also, move your butt over! You're squeezing me. I don't want to have physical contact with you. Facial paralysis is contagious."

"Please don't interrupt me, Your Highness Elf. This is my bed. If you feel it's too crowded, you can sleep on the floor."

"After all, I am also a guest. Shouldn't you, as the host, set an example when it comes to sleeping on the floor?"

"This is not a shelter. We don't accept homeless puppies who were kicked out by their owners."

"Who are you calling a puppy??"

"Someone's defense has been breached, but I won't say who it is." Dale mocked in a mechanical voice.

"You... Never mind. I won't bother with you."

Chapter 133: 25~The Queen may be a little scheming

I had a pretty good sleep.

I don’t know about others, but at least I feel that I slept well. When I woke up early in the morning, my whole body exuded a joyful aura, as if I was nourished.

Looking away, Ceres was sleeping soundly, but for some reason, the bed was a little messy and full of wrinkles, as if something had rolled on it.

"Hmm?" Fei'er took a closer look and found that a corner of the pillow was wet and there were some teeth marks on it.

What's going on? She doesn't have the habit of biting her pillow when she sleeps?

It is obvious that this wet area was not made wet by myself, so there is no need to say who made it wet.

Moreover, speaking of it, this elf lady has a really bad sleeping posture. She looks like a lady when she is awake, but when she is asleep, she is as messy and careless as possible.

She was covered with the quilt before going to bed, but when she woke up, the quilt was kicked away and her fair, plump, and curvy body was exposed to the public. Her limbs were wrapped around her other pillow like an octopus.

Even in his sleep he was still not well behaved, making 'hehehe' sounds from time to time with his mouth, rubbing against the pillow she used to sleep on, and crystal saliva overflowing from his mouth, which remained on her pillow.

It was confirmed that she really did it.

"Wow... I can't drink any more, I really can't drink any more, it's too much, it's about to overflow hehe..."

"???" What on earth did she dream about? ?

Fei'er looked suspicious.

Why are the words in my dreams getting weirder and weirder?

You look like this, I wonder if you are sick? After a night of sleep, the sheets are almost torn and the pillows are almost torn. What kind of illness can make you look so energetic?

This made Fei'er think that Ceres's sleeping posture was so bad. If she hadn't resisted and rubbed her bed last night, she might have been in a mess when she woke up this morning.

Maybe I kicked myself out of bed in the middle of the night.

But seeing that Ceres was sleeping so soundly, Fei'er didn't want to disturb her, so she went downstairs to wash her face, rinse her mouth and brush her teeth, took out some dry food and ate a few bites, then returned to the room.

Celeste was still asleep.

Faye stared at her in silence.

Really good at sleeping.

She said she had insomnia, but I was actually more sleepy than her. It was already noon.

By noon, Fei'er felt that she couldn't just sit there all day and had to move around, so she went out. When she was about to go downstairs, she ran into a familiar figure.

"Good afternoon." Seeing that the other party was slow to speak, Fei'er took the initiative to greet him.

"......." Irene looked at the blonde girl in front of her hesitantly. For some reason, she always felt that she seemed to have missed something by not coming back all night.

"Good afternoon, Miss Faye."

"Have you eaten?" Fei'er asked without thinking. This was also her most common greeting. However, after asking, she realized that elves rarely eat.

Similar to the photosynthesis of plants, elves rely more on absorbing natural elements for survival.

Irene nodded without commenting; her focus was not on this.

because.......

Irene's beautiful eyes narrowed into a slit, looking at Fei'er scrutinizingly.

She smelled an unusual and familiar body odor on Fei'er.

"Have you met my lady?"

Hearing this, Fei'er felt strange. What did she mean by "I've seen you before"? Didn't she see you every day? It sounded as if Celeste was very busy and she hardly saw him.

The two holy elves came for a patrol, but after watching for such a long time, Fei'er felt that Irene was the only one doing real work. Ceres was either playing around or slacking off all day long and did nothing at all.

"Ah."

"My lady, did you come back this morning?"

"?" A big question mark popped up in Fei'er's head.

What did you mean she came back this morning? Wasn't she always here?

"Ah, um." She could tell there was something wrong and the information was inconsistent, but Fei'er didn't want to cause any rift in the relationship between the two because of her words, so she just said something perfunctory.

".......Where is my young lady now?" Of course, Irene could tell that Fei'er was just trying to answer her perfunctorily, and her tone suddenly became a little more sharp.

"In my room, still sleeping."

“???” Hearing this, Irene’s face turned green.

Seeing this, Fei'er frowned slightly and rubbed her chin.

It is said that elves eat grass. Today I see that it is indeed true and there is some truth to it.

If it wasn't a grass eater, would its face be so green?

"You did it?" Irene's tone suddenly became unfriendly.

"? What did I do?" Fei'er tilted her head. "Your young lady was not feeling well last night. I suggested sending her back to her room, but she refused and insisted on staying in my room."

Speaking of this, Fei'er is still somewhat dissatisfied.

Although she has strong survival skills in the wild and has no problem sleeping on the floor or against the wall, wouldn't it be better to have a bed?

She finally got her room so she didn't have to sleep in the hall, but that elf woman came and took over her bed. The next morning she slept like a pig and didn't wake up until noon. Isn't this ridiculous?

When she thought of this, Fei'er began to feel chest pain, so she rubbed her chest.

Hearing this, Irene's momentum dropped.

She believed Fei'er's words without any doubt, because she knew that Fei'er would not lie about this matter.

"My young lady is not feeling well?"

"Well, it seems so." Why add "it seems"? Because this morning, she looked full of energy, which made Fei'er feel that she didn't look like a patient at all.

More energetic than her.

To confirm what she said, Fei'er opened the door of her room and walked in with Irene.

"Miss, are you okay? How about feeling better......"

"Wuwu~~ I'm so annoyed, Miss Fei'er, please stop coming in and out, I can't stand it~~"

"........." After entering the room and hearing the soft and affectionate voice of the woman on the bed, Irene's worried expression froze on her face.

Fei'er stood beside her expressionlessly, with her arms folded across her chest and her head tilted leisurely. Her long, thick eyelashes blinked a few times like butterflies, and her golden satin-like hair fell down her shoulders.

The two people present heard this charming voice very clearly, not missing a word.

On the bed, Ceres rolled over with the pillow in her arms, rubbing her face against the pillow without any pain. Su Feier felt that the pillow was about to spark.

"Soft and fragrant, eh~" Ceres' tone was like that of a madman, with saliva constantly flowing from the corners of her mouth.

"........." When seeing this scene, Irene was silent, and Fei'er was silent again.

"Is your daughter sleeping like this?" Fei'er glanced at Irene, and a teasing arc appeared at the corner of her mouth that she herself had not noticed. "It's unique, huh?"

“........No, it’s not.” To be honest, Irene was also frightened. She was silent for a long time before she came to her senses.

No, didn't Her Majesty say she had to go out for something last night and would not stay in her room overnight? ?

So "something" means doing this? ?

In a sense, Celeste did not lie to her. She really had something to do and did not return to her room.

Something is happening next door.

Irene was very glad that she didn't come back last night. If she had come back, wouldn't it be...

She was unaware that she was alone in the empty room, not knowing that Celeste was next door, sleeping in someone else's bed, letting someone else's scent wrap around every inch of her skin (referring to occupying Fei'er's bed and quilt).

This, this can't be done.

Thinking of this, Irene felt her face turn green again.

No, it seems like this time it’s not just her face that’s been ripped off.

Isn’t this, isn’t this! .........That kind of plot!!

Irene had never imagined that one day she would become the unfortunate person in the book.

You will be crowned king, right?!

At that thought, Irene looked at Ceres with a little more bitterness and pain.

Your Majesty, how could you have the heart to lie to me about something like this? ? I was struggling to squeeze into bed with a certain icy face paralysis, but you were enjoying yourself...

Irene pursed her lips and slowly shifted her gaze to Fei'er, who looked amused and enjoying the show.

She was shocked.

We haven't seen each other for nearly ten years. How come you, an honest man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, have turned into a despicable person? ?

Well, I'll put the blame on you anyway. Even if my queen is 99.999% wrong, you're not at all wrong, right?

Irene snorted softly, the meaning was self-evident.

"Don't look at me like that, Miss Irene. Your young lady occupied my bed all night. She slept against the wall last night and my back and waist ached." Fei'er raised her eyebrows.

"How about this, if you insist on thinking that this is my fault, I can apologize, but you have to rub my waist and back for me, and then I'll apologize."

"You two didn't sleep together last night?"

"Of course not." Fei'er rolled her eyes at Irene. "Thanks to your young lady, my bed is almost turned into a doghouse."

"You are the dog." Irene glanced at Fei'er, then spoke coldly and unhappily.

"Forget it. I won't argue with you. You look as pitiful as a puppy. Come on, let's go to my room."

"? Where are you going?" Fei'er looked surprised.

"What else can I do? You said so, I'll help you massage your back and waist." Irene said coldly.

“???” Fei’er’s expression changed slightly, and three question marks appeared above her head.

"Don't get me wrong, I just want you to apologize to me sincerely."

"Tsk, if I didn't want to owe you anything, do you think I would be willing to massage your waist myself? My hands would have to touch your skin, and I would have to wash my hands several times by then?" Irene pinched her slender, jade-white fingers and said with disgust.