forced to be pampered by monsters

Weimian's raised hand didn't move. It felt strange that the vines wrapped around his entire arm. He subconsciously turned his head slightly, trying to avoid the touch of the vines.

However, not only did the vine not let go of him, but it continued to slide towards the side of the neck and collarbone, rubbing against the skin, and a wilted leaf on the stem fell off quietly, and Weimian didn't notice it.

Enduring a little discomfort and itching, he touched the vine with his other hand, and his tone seemed to be coaxing it: "Okay... okay."

Only then did the vines loosen slowly, but they did not withdraw from the cuffs, but wrapped around Sleepless' neck.

Such a posture is very dangerous, as long as the vine tightens again, it can strangle Weimian and suffocate him.

Unmian was unaware and unprepared for this until the vine slid down and landed on the hammock.

He lay down on his side, pillowed his hand and said, "I don't know what kind of plant you are... why don't I give you a name?"

Vines can't speak, so we can't just call them vines.

Weimian said her own name first, turned over and lay down on the hammock to write strokes, regardless of whether the vines recognized her or not.

He saw that the vines didn't mean to refuse, even if there was... maybe he wouldn't be able to see it.

"Then I...call you A Teng, okay?" Weimian was a little embarrassed, the school built by the base was of a limited level, and there were many characters he didn't know... Fortunately, he could write the word Teng.

He also wrote the word "A Teng", and wrote it twice more at a slower speed, so that the vines could be seen more clearly.

The vines coiled up and stayed quietly by his hand, as if they were really looking at them seriously.

Then Weimian tried to call out: "A Teng?" The vine hooked his fingers with a "swish", as if answering.

Weimian smiled, bent her beautiful eyes, and pushed up her hat, revealing her complete face.

The weather seems to be getting hotter these days, especially when the sun is at its glaring.

Weimian has always been wearing a thick hat, which he sewed himself. In order to tightly cover the horns, it has been specially reinforced with several layers, which is thicker than the coat on his body.

He was a little hot, and after being in the sun for a while, fine sweat broke out on his forehead.

Except when I wash up every day, I never take off my sleeping hat, and this year has become a deep-rooted habit.

Now that he is in a deserted area with few people, he should be able to be less cautious and hide himself.

Weimian simply took off his hat and lay on his back in the hammock.

Seeing this, the vine swam over, trying to wrap its slender tail around the small black horn.

It just touched it, and the electric touch rushed straight to the back, and Wei Mian sat up and avoided it.

The vine fell into the air, and the rhizome that remained in place stiffened for a while, then slowly retracted.

Even though it can't speak, Weimian still feels a little awkward.

He shrank his neck, realizing that his reaction was too big: "I..."

Weimian doesn't know what to say, as a vine, it doesn't seem to understand either, it just wants to get close to itself as usual.

So he put his hat back on silently, lay down again and stretched out his hand towards the vine.

As if nothing had happened just now, the vine obediently entangled itself and stopped moving.

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In the middle of the night, the vines wrapped around Sleepless's wrist suddenly loosened, and black mist overflowed from it, slowly filling the entire narrow cave.

Wei Mian was sleeping soundly, and dreams appeared without warning.

Unlike before, he was sitting this time, and someone hugged him from behind.

Wanmian's consciousness is not very clear, he only knows that he seems to be sitting on someone's lap, he tries to see clearly, but only has a very vague and dark figure.

Is it... the same black shadow as before?

Because of the last dream, Weimian didn't encounter any danger, and he didn't see anything unusual on his body when he woke up, so he's not sure even now.

In addition, he was groggy and unable to think normally.

The black shadow imprisoned him, grabbed his left leg and pulled up the trouser leg, revealing the bruises made during the day, and then covered it with his hand.

Although the vision in front of him was blurred, the touch was extremely real, and Weimian struggled a bit.

The black shadow's arms around his waist tightened, and a voice sounded from the side and rear: "Don't move."

Weimian couldn't break free from the shackles of the shadow, so he could only let him hold her leg and slowly rub against the bruise.

It may be because of the dream, Wei Mian does not feel pain, but has a strange sense of comfort.

Not only could he not feel Sombra's malice, he even felt that the other party cared about his injury.

Weimian calmed down, tilted her head against the shadow, and asked blankly, "Who are you?"

There was no response, and the black shadow continued to touch the bruise, and the skin that was originally blue and purple began to return to its original state.

It was a while before the voice continued, "Who do you want me to be."

Or, what do you want him to look like.

Weimian was at a loss, he didn't seem to understand the meaning of Sombra's words, and his dull consciousness began to work slowly.

Gradually, his eyes began to become clear.

First of all, the surrounding environment, the emptiness around him turned into a familiar stone cave, which was a safer place in his subconscious mind, but the space was significantly larger.

The black figure holding him also changed, the dark body like a layer of mist condensed into substance, and a face was fully revealed.

This is a sleepless dream, except for the intruding outsiders, there are many things that can be freely controlled by him.

Originally, the black mist that only condensed a vague human form now has a real human body.

This is a young man, sitting on the ground and hugging Weimian. From this posture, it can also be seen that his figure is tall and strong, and the strong muscles of his upper body are just right.

He has a cold and handsome face, with almost perfect facial features, his lowered eyes are looking at Wei Mian, his dark pupils are faintly dark red, revealing a hint of evil.

Weimian looked up along his wheat-colored arm, with a dull expression.

This person was still holding onto his injured left leg, and the palm with almost no temperature became warm at this moment, and the touch of touching the skin was more real, as if this was not a dream.

Weimian hadn't realized how all these changes happened, and asked again blankly: "Who... are you?"

This face was very strange and had never appeared in his memory.

However, this time he still didn't get an answer, the man let go of his leg, and the bruise on it had completely disappeared.

He raised his hand to pinch Weimian's chin, and his movements were a bit forceful, probably because he was not very familiar with his new body and did not control his strength well.

Weimian was forced to raise his face, the light in the cave was dim, the man got very close, and he could clearly see his current appearance in the reflection of his pupils.

He could touch Weimian's lips a little further forward, and Weimian's eyes were flustered, struggling to avoid it.

The strength on his face suddenly loosened, but the arms around his waist tightened even more. The man's eyes moved down, and his fingertips caressed the mark on Weimian's face just now.

As human beings, everything felt when the skin rubs against each other is directly transmitted, whether it is temperature, touch, or the blood vessels and pulse that are constantly surging inside the body, and the slight trembling that wants to dodge.

Soon, this hand touched the side of Wanmian's face from the chin, rubbing lightly with nostalgia.

The two of them were very close, and a completely unfamiliar atmosphere enveloped Weimian, and he blushed inexplicably.

All the developments in this dream were unexpected, which made Wanmian's already sluggish brain even more confused.

He didn't hide, but tilted his head unconsciously, and rubbed against the man's palm, his eyes were even more dazed and dazed.

He knew it was a dream, so... no matter how real it is, it must be fake, right?

But in the dream, Weimian had never been in such close contact with anyone, he felt faintly uneasy, and then suddenly found that his hat was missing.

This made Weimian panic, she raised her hand to cover the top of her head, and looked around: "My hat..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the familiar hat appeared out of nowhere, Weimian quickly picked it up and put it on, but was taken off and thrown away the next second.

Not only that, but the person in front of him stopped him from picking it up.

Weimian's wrists were pinched tightly and he couldn't move, as if his gaze was passing by the horns on top of his head.

He felt embarrassed, afraid and wronged: "Don't look..."

Even if this is a dream, he is unwilling to reveal what he has been hiding in front of anyone.

"why?"

This question seemed a bit familiar, Weimian frowned, but couldn't remember it.

He lowered his head, looked somewhere, and whispered, "Ugly."

The grip on the wrist loosened a bit, and he gently rubbed against the delicate skin, and the person who hugged him said again: "It's not ugly."

Weimian raised her head all of a sudden, with doubts and unbelievable expectations, she hesitated and asked, "Really?"

His eyes were wet, and the steam in his eyes because he couldn't pick up the hat just now hadn't dissipated. The man couldn't help but leaned closer, rubbed his cheek as usual, and repeated in a low voice: "Not ugly."

This action seemed to be kissing him, and Wei Mian blushed even more, turned her head away, but didn't want to block her horns anymore.

Perhaps because the dream was so strange, and the sleepless thoughts were also messy and jumpy, he relaxed a little, and began to seriously look at the strange face in front of him.

He reached out and touched the tip of the man's nose and eyelashes carefully, and said curiously, "I haven't seen you before."

How could a complete stranger appear in his dream?

The man let him move with lowered eyes, and answered irrelevantly: "I need to leave for a while."

This unreasonable sentence made Weimian very confused: "What?"

His consciousness suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't see the sight in front of him clearly. In the end, he only heard a sentence: "The man-faced spider will protect you."

Its daybreak.

Waking up, Sleepless got out of the cave and sat among the bushes.

He walked away for a while, and pulled up the pants on his left leg.

There was nothing on it, and after only one night, the bruise disappeared.

Sure enough... His dream last night was really wrong.

But once he wakes up, everything in the dream becomes blurred. After thinking about it carefully, Weimian only remembers dreaming of a person.

It seems that he healed his leg injury, and then...then said something "not ugly".

Weimian obviously has forgotten most of it, including that person's face, it is still inexplicably awkward to think about it now.

He raised his hand to touch his face, it was a little hot.