Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Sweet put half of his weight on Klein's body, and the two bodies were stuck together through the thin pajamas.

Klein could hear Sweet's strong heartbeat, and he could feel the passing breath on the side of his neck. He resisted the idea of ​​shrugging his shoulders, put his hands on the other's waist, and thought for a long time without pushing him away. Said: "Shall I take you back to your room to rest?"

Sweet didn't speak, and his breathing became heavier. After sighing, he hugged Klein even tighter.

"..."

"Sweet?"

Only then did Sweet move, tilted his head on Klein's shoulder, and asked, "Where are you going?"

At such a close distance, the mellow and rhythmic voice flowed into Klein's ears, and the electric current it brought went straight to his waist. Half of his body became numb due to the resonance of his chest cavity, and he unconsciously tightened his grip on Sweet. hand at the waist.

"..."

Klein was greatly shocked by Sweet's smell, voice, eyes and body.

It seems that at the moment when he completed his third growing pains, he turned into a piece of cheese on a mousetrap. Klein knew that there was danger lurking ahead, but he couldn't help wanting to approach and touch it.

Klein let go of his hand abruptly, frowned where Sweet couldn't see, and said in a solemn voice, "Go back to your room."

Sweet: "I don't want to."

Klein: "..."

Sweet: "Don't you think it's too hard for me now to go upstairs?"

When listening to Sweet's words, Klein couldn't help pulling back to distance himself, but the trembling feeling flowed from his waist to his calves.

His knees softened, he leaned back, and almost fell, but fortunately, Sweet gave him a light hug and let him borrow his strength.

Standing firm and raising his eyes, it was as if the sense of indulging in the boundless sea came again. Klein only felt a pain in his forehead, and a cold taste rushed towards his face. When he reacted, he found that his forehead had reached Sweet at some point. shoulders.

What frightened him the most was that not only did he not feel strange being so close to someone of the same sex, but he felt satisfied from the bottom of his heart.

what happened?

Could it be that you haven't slept well recently?

"Obviously, you can't help me," Sweet said.

"..."

Unable to refute, Klein took a step back and shook his head.

After the feeling of lack of oxygen and satisfaction from unknown sources eased, he said, "Okay, go back to my room first."

He rubbed his forehead, hoping to make himself more sanity.

Staying in the bathroom in the early hours of the morning is not an option. When he was about to hold up Sweet's arm, Sweet blocked him, held his wrist instead, bent the corner of his mouth to him, and said, "Let me help you." enough."

"..."

Seven years ago, Klein often envied the book held by Sweet in his hand, and often imagined the temperature in Sweet's palm, but now he really felt it—it was neither human body temperature nor too cold, but slightly warm. There is a little bit of residual warmth in the coolness, like an ivory handicraft, and it feels very pleasant to the touch.

Klein tried to smoke it, but he couldn't pull it out, so he could only suppress the abnormal commotion in his body, and acquiesced to Sweet's request.

When he was in the bathroom, Klein still suspected that Sweet was pretending to be weak, after all, he seemed to be emitting soft light and shining brightly from head to toe.

He did act with ease, but after coming out of the bathroom, he didn't go far, and suddenly proposed to lean on the sofa to take a rest.

Klein found that his lips were pale, and he did the small movement of blinking very slowly, and the interval between opening his eyes was obviously much longer than usual.

Only then did I realize that he really had no strength. The two pulls on him before were probably all he could do at that time.

Klein didn't say much, and let him rest by the sofa, and glanced at him from time to time to observe his situation.

After watching too much, it is inevitable that he will be noticed. Sure enough, when he swept over Sweet for the third time, Sweet said, "Why are you looking at me?"

Klein: "..."

Klein thought for a moment, then simply turned his head around, met Sweet's gaze, and asked, "Do you mermaids treat humans—"

Sweet blinked, motioning for him to continue.

The next thing to say is hard to say, maybe it will make Sweet misunderstand.

Klein pursed his lips, trying to make himself look businesslike, "—Is there something attractive?"

It's fine if he's just dizzy, at a certain moment, he even had some... unspeakable thoughts about Sweet.

Sweet said calmly, "No."

"……you sure?"

It's true that Klein liked Sweet, but he knew himself. After experiencing so many things in seven years, he wouldn't fall in love with someone just because of his good-looking skin.

He was sure that the tremors and urges caused by that heartbeat were not normal for him.

Sweet leaned on the armrest of the sofa happily, and said: "Mermaids are races that focus on bloodlines. Ordinary mermaids will be suppressed and attracted by high-blooded mermaids. But to humans, we are just aliens with superior looks, without any bloodlines." Or a psychological connection."

He tilted his head slightly, and his tone could not be said to be ridiculed: "Compared with attraction, the first reaction of human beings when encountering aliens is probably more inclined to fear and repulsion. If you mean mermaids on land, will they be visually Attractive to humans, I'm not sure."

Klein: "..."

The corners of Sweet's lips curled up slowly, and he swept towards Klein's waist and abdomen, and said, "What, have you developed a desire for me?"

"..."

It's okay if he doesn't look at it, just look at it...

Klein avoided his sight depressedly, and asked, "Have you had enough rest?"

Sweet snorted and raised his hand to hold Klein's wrist.

The distance that can usually be covered by a dozen steps, this time I walked for two to three minutes.

After sending Sweet to the bed, Klein planned to sleep on the sofa outside, but was provoked back by Sweet's words, "Are you afraid of sharing the bed with me?"

Of course, part of the reason was that he wanted to confirm whether that impulse was his own illusion.

Lying next to Sweet with the lights off, all his senses were concentrated on the other side of the bed, and he was relieved that he didn't have any unreasonable thoughts because of the closer distance.

Maybe it was because he woke up in the middle of the night and was busy for too long, and his body felt confused.

As Klein thought about it, at a certain moment, his thoughts smoothly slipped into dreams.

The splashing water sounded in his ears, he woke up shaking, opened his eyes quickly, and saw the blue sky.

where is this?

He rolled over and sat up and found himself in a small boat.

"Klein!" Someone suddenly called his name from afar.

He looked around where the sound came from, and saw a few people standing on the beach in the distance, and Wenger was waving at him, pointing in a certain direction while waving.

He looked in that direction in surprise, and a sand ball was being driven by the waves, rushing to the depths of the sea.

He looked at the maracas, then back to the shore, looked past the three men standing in front of the beach, and saw Sweet standing in front of the net.

Sweet raised his eyelids and glanced lightly.

Logically, it is impossible for him to see Sweet's expression clearly from such a distance, but he did see it clearly, and he also felt a sense of urgent anxiety, which drove him to chase the maracas Jump into the sea.

The water was heavier than usual, and as soon as he jumped in, he was thrown into the water, sinking to a place where light could hardly reach.

Countless silk threads appeared in the darkness, and each silk thread passed by the side of his face. There was a melodious singing sound from the deep sea, as if something was calling him from the bottom of the sea.

Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe, and he continued to swim upstream, but those silk threads turned into algae and wrapped around his limbs, filled with sea water, the air was exhausted, and some water choked his lungs.

He heard Dick's exaggerated voice:

——When other people catch pearls, they can't catch a few pearls in a month, but you are the only one who catches them every time. It's really evil!

——What line, why can't I see it?If you don't tell me, don't tell me, you still have to make up such a ridiculous lie to deceive me, huh.

——Klein, to be honest, you are not human at all, but the son of the sea, right?

Then there's Sweet:

——Compared with attraction, the first reaction of human beings when encountering aliens is probably more inclined to fear and repulsion.

—— Mermaids are races that focus on bloodlines, and ordinary mermaids will be suppressed and attracted by high-blooded mermaids.

The sea water took away his breath, and it was covered like a curtain of darkness. Klein was shocked suddenly, and opened his eyes in the darkness.

The author has something to say:

Klein: A bolt from the blue! (Actually, Klein’s mixed race was marked in the copy from the very beginning~ but no one seems to have noticed, so let’s take it as a surprise!)

I am so long today!Emotional drama is coming, everything behind it~