Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Klein wanted to ask a lot.

For example, who is he, does Mephides exist, does she look so similar to Sweet, is there any close relationship, or is she just Sweet?

Why pretend to be a woman, why come here alone, whether Patton will come to him, and...

During this period of time, have you been happy in lying to him?

But most of these questions don't need to be asked, Klein already has the answers.

The remaining half was also self-explanatory when Mephides uttered the words just now.

Mephides—let's call him by that name—like Sweet, came to recuperate.

Seven years ago, Klein didn't know what kind of disease Sweet was suffering from, but now the disease was clearly laid out in front of him, it couldn't be more clear.

Mermaids in the metamorphosis period are fragile. The last time Sweet brought Parton, this time it became like this, and it was impossible to come to the shore alone.

Maybe he didn't want to come here in the first place, but he accidentally got separated from Parton and ran here after being chased by Hook's crew.

The first time he met Mephides, he was still thinking, how could there be two people who are so similar in the world, so...

——No wonder he often felt that Mephides's eyes didn't look like a girl's.

Recalling carefully, Mephides didn't take the initiative to pretend to be a woman, he asked Mephides first if she was Sweet's sister.

Mephides was indeed more girlish in appearance at the time, and he would find it strange that she was a man, so he simply pushed the boat along and accepted this imaginary identity.

These days, Klein really treated him like a younger sister. When walking on the beach, he told Mephides many things about Sweet.In the eyes of Mephides, he...

"..."

Forget it.

Klein thought wearily.

It doesn't matter to anyone.

Anyway, what should be paid still has to be paid.

Giving it back to me is the same as giving it back to his sister.

Everything from seven years ago to the present has passed quickly, as if someone is absent-mindedly flipping through a book that can be memorized backwards.

Klein thought, there really is nothing else to ask.

Even if he encounters a stranger falling into this state, he will not ignore it, let alone...

He skipped Mefides's words and confirmed again: "Can I help you?"

Mephides fell silent, her face was pale and tired.

In fact, he didn't expect it to evolve into the current situation.

At least, transforming in front of Klein was not in his plan.

Ideally, regardless of his gender or identity, he should tell Klein himself.

Instead of being forced to spread it out in front of Klein like it is now.

Klein was no longer the innocent boy who put everything on his face seven years ago. After the initial surprise, he calmed down.

From his expression alone, neither the annoyance after being cheated nor the joy and anger after discovering the truth can be seen.

"..."

Mephides lowered her eyes and said, "It's fine if you stay here."

The growing pains were coming fiercely. No one knew whether the dangerous situation just now would happen again. Someone really needed to be there to take care of her.

"Okay." Klein agreed without much hesitation.

When Mephides was struggling in the bathtub just now, some water was spilled outside.

Klein picked up another smaller water polo and filled the bathtub with water until the water surface covered the mermaid's chest.

There was no place to sit in the bathroom, so he leaned against the wall next to the bathtub in his half-wet shirt and looked out through the transom.

"Seven years ago, I didn't have time to thank you in person." After a long time, he said, "Thank you for my grandfather's matter."

That said, I'm not going to play dumb.

Mephides: "..."

After a while, he replied in a low voice, "It's a matter of little effort."

"..."

Klein stopped talking, except for the occasional slight sound of water in the bathtub, and the silence gradually filled the entire space.

In the middle, Klein went out for a trip, went to the kitchen to get a glass of juice, and brought it back to replenish Sweet's strength.

Sweet raised his hand to take it, but when it touched the glass, his fingers became weak uncontrollably, and almost spilled the glass of juice in the bathtub. Fortunately, Klein didn't let go completely and caught it all at once.

After thinking for a moment, he gently lifted Sweet's back and sent the juice to Sweet's mouth.

Sweet only took a sip, frowned slightly, and tilted his head.

The same reaction as when I ate boiled seafood seven years ago.

Klein moved the cup over and said, "Drink it."

With a bloody smell in his throat, Sweet said concisely, with some impatience: "It hurts."

It turned out to be like this. Klein thought that the juice was not to his liking, so he said, "Then drink it slowly, you need to replenish your energy."

If it was Mefedais, he might find a way to reduce the irritation of the juice.

Sweet is a man and doesn't need these cares, as long as he explains the truth clearly.

Klein's expression remained the same as before, and the contrast in attitude before and after was not insignificant.

According to the theory, the distance between growing pains does require some nutritional supplements. The problem is that the throat is affected by degeneration, and it hurts when eating.

Compared with the severe pain of bone and flesh remodeling, the stinging pain when eating is almost negligible, but he spent the first two metamorphosis periods alone in the room, and no one dared to come in and disturb him without his permission , Naturally, I haven't eaten anything.

Sweet looked at Klein for a few seconds, and seeing that Klein didn't intend to move the cup away, he opened his thin lips that were pressed against the rim of the cup.

After the first wave of growing pains, Sweet's lips were bitten by him with many wounds, his eyelids were half closed, and he occasionally trembled from the irritation on his throat and lips.

Klein's hand was steady, and Sweet didn't spill a glass of juice after drinking it.

After collecting the cup, he said, "Do you want to cut your hair?"

Mephides' blond hair is nice, but it doesn't suit Sweet.

After getting wet, it sticks to the body, which is a bit cumbersome, and it will only be more troublesome when the second wave of growing pains occurs.

Sweet waited until the sting in his throat subsided, then nodded.

Klein inevitably thought of Mephides nodding countless times in the past few weeks.

Lifting up a strand of wet blond hair and about to cut it off, he paused, thinking, Mephides doesn't exist at all.

There was a slightly self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth, and with a "cha", the blond hair was cut off together with the warmth from when he was with Mephides.

Klein recalled the appearance of Sweet seven years ago, cut it carefully, and didn't notice that Sweet was always looking at the reflection on the opposite tile wall.

After cutting his hair, Klein took the cup and scissors outside, and when he came back, he saw Sweet sinking into the water, the golden fish tail lifted out of the water, fell with a clatter, and hit the edge of the bathtub, a big splash of water Was pushed out of the tub and spilled on the floor.

"Sweet?"

No one answered.

Klein strode to the bathtub and picked up Sweet who had sunk into the water, but he was experiencing the second wave of growing pains, and he didn't have the strength to stabilize his body at all.

Mermaids have special breathing skills underwater, but it is unknown whether the mermaids in the metamorphosis stage can care about it.

Klein looked down at himself. Most of his clothes and pants were wet. To be on the safe side, he simply took off his shoes, stepped into the bathtub, and put himself under Sweet.

Sweet saw a smear of green in the pain of his flesh and blood viscera, and he couldn't see it clearly in a blink of an eye.

It seemed that the pain of breaking every bone was enough to make any mermaid hiss, but he only let out a muffled grunt when he couldn't help it.

Klein was cushioned under Sweet, and could clearly feel the process of the bones on Sweet's body struggling and stretching. Blood oozes from between the golden scales of the fish's tail and floats in the water in the bathtub.

One of Sweet's hands was pinched on Klein's shoulder, and his head was unconsciously pressed against the side of Klein's neck. If it wasn't for the extreme pain, he probably would never have shown such a fragile side in his entire life.

Klein hesitated for a moment, then lowered his head and said to Sweet who was leaning on his shoulder, "It hurts so much, you can bite my shoulder."

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