What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God's Bathtub

Sitting on the tiger's back for a long time, He Ruge felt that the fur on the little monster's back was going to be heated by himself.The little monster grows at a speed visible to the naked eye, even through the thick fur and strong muscles, He Ruge can feel the movement of the bone growth.

It sounds painful, the pain of muscle being torn.

Even though he knew that the little monster would not feel pain after using the pain reducer, He Ruge couldn't help feeling distressed at this moment. "Is Miaomiao really painless?"

The little monster turned his head, and that bigger pie face appeared in front of He Ruge, "He Ruge, touch me." He was clearly acting coquettishly, but his tone was rigid like a hard stone, even the address of He Ruge It's all three words with a first name and a last name.

The blue eyes only reflected the figure of He Ruge alone, and the little monster said the most distressing words with his expressionless face and undulating tone: "Touch me, and the pain in the left chest will stop. "

The little monster lowered his head to the young man on his back, even though the young man's hand was covering the word "King" on his forehead, he was not dissatisfied at all.He put away his fangs very docilely, and said in a low voice that was almost pleading: "Can you not leave tonight?"

He Ruge paused as he touched his head, "When I think of you leaving, the place on my left chest hurts."

It turns out...was it because he was going to leave?

He Ruge hugged the little monster's big head, and just about to say yes, the "anti-addiction mechanism" of the holographic game appeared in his mind.

Counting the time, it seems that his game time is running out today? !

This hot chicken game is preventing him from raising cubs, when the little monster is so fragile and helpless and needs company, what "anti-addiction" does he need?Players should be encouraged to drown little monsters with love!

He Ruge, who doesn't know when he will be ejected from the game, is uneasy. He really wants to agree to the little monster, but the actual situation does not allow it.The witty He Ruge turned on the brainstorming mode, and a small light bulb flashed. Although the holographic game has an anti-addiction mechanism, the normal game version does not.

Although there is no late-night whispering interaction in this way, it is also very fulfilling to keep patting the head and back of the little monster and coaxing the little monster to sleep!

He wants to seize the last time he can talk to the little monster, say everything he wants to say in one breath, and then hang up the game on the computer, and sleep with the little monster all night.

You can't sit on the little monster's back when you sleep, when He Ruge got off the little monster's back, the little monster thought that He Ruge was leaving again, and his eyes dimmed instantly.

However, when he realized that the person in front of him just changed his position, sitting next to him and holding his paw, and said yes with a smile, those blue eyes lit up again, as if the switch from darkening to brightening was all over. In the hands of He Ruge.

He Ruge rubbed the little monster's big head, "When did Miaomiao feel sleepy?"

"I don't know." Occasionally, I feel sleepy, but soon I will be mentally distressed.

It seems that the little monster is full of energy, He Ruge once again patted his big head with excellent handle, resisted the urge to ravage the tiger's ears, and thought about how parents should put their children to sleep.

Because he is an orphan and has no practical experience, the methods he can think of to coax children are very simple, singing and telling bedtime stories.

I already sang a song last time, so let’s tell a story this time. It must be a fairy tale for children. He Ruge recalled that when the name was named before, the little monster was not confident in himself, and determined to cultivate the little monster’s self-confidence Let’s start with a bedtime story——

"Close your eyes, Miaomiao, and I'll tell you a fairy tale." The blue eyes closed, and the snow-white eyelashes seemed to have fallen a layer of snow.

He Ruge lightly stroked the little monster's head, "Once upon a time there was a swan egg that was hatched by a duck. Because of its unusual appearance, everyone laughed at it as an ugly duckling."

"It was beaten, scolded, excluded, ridiculed, everyone bullied it..." He Ruge softly narrated while stroking the little monster.

He didn't notice, the blue eyes under his palm were slightly startled, and the monster could hear it.

It is said that the voice of a mermaid can confuse people. When the heart is full of sincere emotions, the true feelings can permeate into the voice, making the listener immersive.

*

Once upon a time there was a cub, he was a little white tiger.

He was taken to the Xinghai Orphanage, where he was trained, beaten and scolded, and everyone bullied him.

The little white tiger lived a very painful life, because he was loved by no one.

On a day of brainwashing, he awakens his inner monster.The little white tiger who turned into a real monster killed all the people who bullied him.

The little monster always disobeyed the little white tiger's command and did many wrong things, so the little white tiger broke the little monster's wings when it grew up.After the little monster was injured, the big white tiger was also seriously injured. Someone cheated behind his back and hurt the big white tiger.

Both the big white tiger and the little monster are weak.

Because the trouble was not solved well, those people needed the big white tiger, so they tried their best to treat the big white tiger, but the big white tiger was hurt too badly...it can't be cured anymore.

The little monster fell into the memories of the past, lingering and intensive pain, like layers of vines enveloping him, the impenetrable darkness, just like the dark time back then.

He went back to the day when he was awakened. A helpless cub was helplessly calling for help in the brainwashing room, and finally broke down crying. Vertical pupils appeared faintly.

The red light in his eyes flickered in the darkness.

The sound of heartbeat came from the left chest, boom, boom, boom... confused with the original heartbeat.

There was a malicious smile in the cold eyes.

"I'm going to kill them~"

His reason was dismembered bit by bit, and when malice was about to break through the final cage, a gentle touch fell lightly on the top of his head, with such familiar strength and care, as if he was treating a treasure.

The little monster resists other people's touch, but it does not repel, and even likes this person's physical contact.

The tenderness that makes people nostalgic.

The young man lowered his eyes, his black pupils were like a lake covered in mist, his movements were gentle, and his tone of voice was also soft, which always made the little monster feel that this person was talking sweet words.

It is indeed sweet talk.

There was a little smile on that person's face, in fact, he was already good-looking without a smile, and he was almost fascinated by people's eyes when he smiled.

"The ugly duckling saw the swan spread its wings and flew from the cold area to the ice-free lake. The swan is so beautiful, the ugly duckling was stunned."

"When spring comes, it flies out to the lake and sees its own reflection. But it's no longer a lumbering, ugly, obnoxious duck, it's - a swan!"

"The youngest and prettiest swan!"

The little monster felt that he had inevitably fallen into a hypnotic trance, and the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness that was originally churning because of pain now felt peaceful because of joy.

The person in front of him seems to have a kind of magical power, which can easily control his emotions.

He Ruge.He Ruge.

He chanted this name in his heart, and the unnamed joy spread in his heart, flowing bit by bit, leaving a hidden trace of a gully in his heart.

Do you want me to turn into a swan?

But I'm not the ugly duckling in your story, I've never been a swan's egg, I'm just a little monster, so no matter what, I won't turn from a monster into a swan.

The eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, the little monster is attached to the caress on the head, and refuses to fall asleep, but every time he is around He Ruge, he will easily become sleepy.

The frequency of blinking slowed down, and the blue eyes that were too sleepy to open looked at the person in front of him.

Although, I am not a swan, but you are the swan flying over the wilderness of my soul, the most beautiful scenery I have ever seen in my life.

Let me want, want to fly to you with my whole life.

*

After coaxing the little monster to sleep, He Ruge played games on the computer, and then lay down to sleep. Before, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong with sleeping alone, but tonight, the bed felt very empty, and the quilt couldn't be warm even if he covered it.

...if only I could sleep with the big cats.

It is best for a big cat to grow bigger than the bed, so that he can put his feet against the soft belly and sleep with his face buried in the warm fur.

He Ruge pulled the quilt over his head, pretending that it was the belly of a big cat, and fell asleep soundly.

The next morning, he logged into the game again, and after feeding the little monster with nutrient solution, He Ruge went to room B6. Huang Weat was making milk powder, so He Ruge hurried up to help.

Making milk powder is a very simple matter, and thinking that the cubs will be able to drink the milk he made with his own hands later, He Ruge is extremely busy.Although this batch of cubs is not the first batch of cubs, maybe No. 1 is a puppy, even if the previous No. 1 was yellow-skinned, the current No. 1 is black-skinned, and also has black grape-like black eyes Let He Ruge produce a kind of...

He's really changing the beautiful illusion of everything.

After making the powdered milk, Huang Weas didn't stand outside the door to watch the wind this time. He leaned against the wall of the room with his arms crossed, and stared down at the ground without looking into He Ruge's eyes, "I want to know how you rescued He Ruge. Experimental."

Because Huang Weat knew that He Ruge had blocked the monitor in the room, he didn't have to worry about his current voice violating the regulations of the Ice Project.

He Ruge doesn't have a hobby of embarrassing songs in public, and he doesn't want to expose his cheating fingers casually, "You don't need to know."

Huang Weasel tilted his head, looked at the ground and said to himself: "I thought it would be a long time before you used the opportunity to participate in the ice experiment three times. I didn't expect to use it twice now."

"When are you going to come over for the third time?" Huang Weat asked softly when his brown eyes finally turned to He Ruge.

The demon pattern on the leg suddenly became hot, just like it was warning when facing a natural enemy.

Why do you want to warn?

Is there any danger here?

The sudden uneasiness enveloped my heart, and it was hard to describe this feeling. This fear was somewhat similar to the feeling of facing the grown-up little monster last night, but it was different.

The source of the fear last night could be found. He Ruge knew that Yaowen was warning the white tiger, who was a natural enemy, but at this moment, this fear was warning of an unknown danger.

It was as if an invisible hand was holding He Ruge's heart, making He Ruge almost out of breath.

The holographic game has both advantages and disadvantages. When the original game reaches a critical moment, the AB option will definitely appear, which can not only remind He Ruge to pay attention to the save file, but also list the options for He Ruge's reference.

The holographic game has nothing, and a high degree of freedom also means the risk of losing control.

He Ruge didn't believe in intuition before, but because of his metaphysical trust in the koi demon pattern, He Ruge used his last chance to save at this moment.

【Archive or not】

【Yes】

【no】

【Archived successfully】

With the archives, there is confidence. He Ruge said to Huang Weat: "I don't know, but our previous agreement doesn't seem to specify the time for participation, right? It doesn't matter when I come."

Huang Weasel raised the corner of his mouth stiffly, "That's right." After he finished speaking, he walked out of the room, closed the door, and didn't get to the bottom of the matter of "How He Ruge saved the experimental subject".

He Ruge stood there looking at the door for a long time, maybe he was thinking too much, and there was no danger, but the moment he chose to save, the temperature of the feverish demon pattern suddenly dropped.

what is going on?Forget it, it's archived.It doesn't matter if you are in danger.

He Ruge finished singing to the cubs with a heavy heart, and after walking out of room B6, he turned around and glanced at the weasel at the end of the corridor.

The weasel stood in the darkness, without any light on his body.Huang Weasel, who hadn't recovered his memory before, would occasionally show a mocking smile or a grin during the Ice Project, and he didn't look like a good person when he smiled so smugly.

However, it seems that Huang Weasel has never smiled since awakening his memory.