The Siren's Sleeping Beauty [Comprehensive British and American]

Shivering and waking up suddenly, Steve sat up abruptly, the sky was pale purple.

It was before the sun rose.

Surrounded by silver-white beaches, reefs and shrubs.It's still that small island, and it's still the last time when I... seemed to die and come back to life.

Looking around, Steve looked down at his hand, rolled over his arm, the wound was gone.

There was a sound of disorderly churning water on the surface of the sea, not a normal sound of waves.Steve looked at the source of the sound, then moved his mouth and tightened it again.

The merfolk are... wrecking their own raft.

Facing Steve, Angus tore up the last log with no expression on his face. The waves swept the broken pieces of wood and rushed to the shore feebly, leaving the wreckage on the beach.

Steve stared blankly at the floating mermaid in the sea and lost his voice.

He stared at the mermaid in the sea for a long time, he was not sure what he should do, or if there was something that he misunderstood.

Before, he thought he had strayed into the mermaid's territory by mistake and was rescued by him.but……

No.

Was he locked up by the mermaid?

Shut up at sea, on an island, in a place where no one lives.

Steve stood up, patted the sand on his body, and didn't want to understand.

Touching his arm, Steve began to recall the first time he became conscious.

Cold, covered in water.

He melted, but was dying, and the mermaid rescued him.Afterwards, he was left on the island and watched.

Always... being watched.

Angus' half body was floating above the sea surface, his hair stuck to his upper body, and the contrast between black and white was obvious.

The distance between Steve and him was only five and a half meters.

The waves rolled up and washed up on the shore, foaming.

Angus looked at Steve, he was recovering very well, without any smell of poison pollution, and he was in the best condition.

Steve moistened his dry and white mouth, and exhaled slowly: "What... do you want?" Me?

Angus focused his gaze on his face again, raised his head halfway, and followed the ups and downs of the sea.

Only the sea, islands and humans are in his eyes.Nothing else.

Steve pursed his lips, slowly frowned, and there were obscure waves in his eyes.

Because he is too naive and primitive, his desire is also very straightforward. The scary thing is that he doesn't know what cruelty is.

very dangerous.

He still thought about it before.

Steve's arms drooped naturally, looking at the mermaid in the sea: "At first I felt that I couldn't leave this sea without you, but now I feel that if I really want to leave, the first thing I'm afraid is... is...

...get rid of you. "

Angus slightly curled the corners of his lips, following the expression in his memory to copy the movements of his facial muscles.

It's not easy, because there are more than 30 muscles to be used.

Steve was taken aback for a moment, his heart began to churn again, and his mind was in a mess.

Angus was a little proud of seeing through his wavering easily.

The unconsciousness of the prey looks really pitiful and lovely.

"Human, you... are so cute." Angus maintained his smile and opened his mouth.

Steve frowned, he couldn't understand.

"Please——" request.

Angus put his hand on his throat, maintained a smile, and his voice suddenly became rough, "help——"

Steve's pupils dilated slightly, it was his own voice and another strange voice.

"Quick——! Lower the boat——" Angus's voice became hoarse and hurried, revealing a panic.

"its sinking—"

"Mr. Stark! quick!"

After shouting, his voice lowered, and Wen Tun coaxed gently: "Look, I don't have teeth, and I don't have a weapon."

"I can...feed you..." Soothing, negotiating and gentle.

"I need your help." Request.

Angus pressed his voice and looked at Steve with a smile.

Steve took a step back, jaw tightening.

The sentences he just recounted all have different voices and intonations, representing different people.

Different...scenes.

Being able to imitate so many voices and say the words verbatim wasn't what surprised Steve the most.What really surprised him was the hidden meaning behind those words.

He seemed to be telling himself something.

A very bad thing.

Clenching his hands tightly, Steve looked at Angus: "You...what happened to the person who came to rescue me?"

Is it the same confinement or killing... dead...?

Angus swam forward a little, watching Steve's face.The voice slowed down, it was his own voice, faintly soft and tender.

"help——"

Steve suppressed his anxiety, and said in a low voice, "What the hell did you do..." There was anxiety and resistance in it.

Angus paused for a moment, blinked his eyes and backed away, the smile on Steve's eyes changed from innocence at the beginning to a faint deep meaning.

"help——"

"its sinking—"

"Lower the boat—"

Angus repeated short sentences with his mouth slightly pouted.

Steve's heart beat violently, and when he realized it, he had already rushed into the sea, and Angus pulled him back to the shore with his tail.

"Cough——" Hitting the rock and falling down, clutching his chest, Steve coughed a few times, half-kneeling and looking at Angus, who was lifting weight lightly, "You..."

"Heh..." Sighing, Steve smiled self-deprecatingly.

Angus looked at him quietly, the tail of the fish was slightly raised and tensed.

"However, you seem to have made things easier." Steve stood up, moved his body, and his eyes calmed down.

All the tenderness and froth disappeared, revealing pure firmness and silence.

"It's probably the thing I'm best at." Fighting and getting hit, Steve flexed his wrist, "Idothisallday."②

Angus' fish tail drooped down, presenting an almost static state, silent and lost.

Then it moved slightly, trembling and curling up, it was anger.

Steve moved his jaw and rushed back into the sea.

He had a reason to leave, he couldn't stay here with the mermaid.

The author has something to say: "Hurry up! Put the boat—" "The boat is sinking—" "Mr. Stark! Hurry up!"

②I believe you must know this sentence, my favorite translation is "I don't know how to give up."

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Angus: You hate me.

Steve: ...fish tonight?

Angus: You hate me.

Steve: ...then eat me?

Angus: You hate me.

Steve: ...take your pick.

Angus: Well, yes.

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Let me see if anyone can guess what Angus is talking about~~【Hehehe

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The manuscript box is poisonous!poisonous!