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

"What... are you doing?" Angus mumbled, looking at Steve.

Steve... I should have asked this sentence.

"Let go of me first." Steve moved his wrist, and the mermaid shook his head as if it was stuck to his arm.

His eyes were still on Steve.

Steve...

This is a mermaid, with one tail, he can make himself a half-dead mermaid.

Not cute, not cute at all.

Well, sober.

He couldn't understand the words, Steve raised his hand and pinched his chin, trying to open his jaw: "Relax."

Just a phrase, without emotion.

Angus blinked, and Steve was quick to notice that his teeth were starting to sharpen.

Steve...

Angus continued to blink with an innocent look on his face.

Steve squeezed his face tightly, letting his mouth squeeze out a small piece: "You let me go first..."

Angus hesitated, and finally let go of his mouth reluctantly.

Wiping the drool off his arm, Steve had mixed feelings.

Although the mermaid doesn't brush their teeth, the saliva doesn't seem to have any special smell, it's as light as water...

...It's over, I can't control it at all to compare him with anything that is different from human beings.

He raised his arm to push the fish away from him, but he forgot that the fish was actually sitting on his lap, and put his hand on his waist along with it.

With such a push, Angus sat a little above his knees, with his hands hanging on the towel around his waist.

Angus looked down, curiously squeezed the towel around his waist, and pulled it.

Steve grabbed the towel quickly and wrapped himself around him.

Angus patted his arm tightly clutching the towel, and raised his eyes: "Relax."

"This can't be loose." Steve replied reflexively.

Angus tilted his head and looked straight at him: "What... are you doing?"

Steve... this sentence is going to be his nightmare.

The big eyes met the small eyes for a while, and Steve's expression suddenly relaxed: "...you don't mean to say 'why', do you?"

Angus continued to tug on his towel: "...you don't mean to say 'why'?" He couldn't pull it off, so he puffed up his cheeks.

"Relax."

Steve felt enlightened, what Angus expressed was not the meaning of words, but the various emotions contained in short sentences.

"No, it's not possible." Before he had time to stay long in the joy of finally understanding, he hastily reached out and pressed his towel again.

Angus pulled his towel again, why on earth was he so persistent.

Angus grabbed the hand that was protecting the towel in his mouth, and said vaguely, "...you don't mean to say 'why', do you?"

"help——"

Steve tightly guarded his towel: "No, this is really not allowed."

Angus suddenly raised his body, put his hands on his legs, looked straight at him, and remained motionless.

Steve was baffled.

"boom--"

The decadent young man who was about to open the door trembled, and the key fell down with a click.

Looking back at the door that suddenly appeared very inscrutable, he frowned and walked into his house.

But this was just the beginning, the sound of "bang bang bang" on the opposite side became more and more intense, like an earthquake.

After wiping off the wall dust that fell on his face, the young man also threw down the game controller with a "bang" and walked to the opposite side angrily.

"Boom boom boom—"

"It's very late now, what are you doing..." The angry boy's machine-gun-like voice stopped suddenly when he saw Steve clearly.

Steve knows what's going on with his face better than he does.

In fact, if it was 1 minute ago, he could have looked worse.

Not even clothes yet.

The bath towels were gone.

Pressing his finger on the corner of his mouth and rubbing away a little blood, Steve said calmly, "...uh, I fell... several times."

The young man's face was full of expressions of "Are you kidding me".

Steve forcibly straightened his face: "If there's nothing else, I'm going to rest."

Before the young man could react, Steve slammed the door shut.As soon as the door was closed, he rubbed his face and hissed.

This fish has really poor patience...

Turning back to the bathroom, Steve sighed as he looked at the squatting fish that had wrapped himself in the towel he had snatched.

A few tails stuck himself against the wall many times, and after beating himself, he still felt aggrieved and grunted on his stomach, looking uncomfortable.

He doubted whether it was the fish or himself that was shot flying.

What else can I do?If you want a bath towel...give it to him.

I looked at it twice once, and I got two sets of clothes dirty, and the third set...it's not bad.

He bent down to lift the fish up from the ground, Angus didn't know when he recovered, his legs turned back and forth, twisted into a ball, and could only be supported by Steve's arms.

It felt like I had grabbed a puddle of soft mud and was still sliding down.Steve dragged him a few steps with difficulty, and finally just picked up the fish by the waist.

Suddenly hanging in the air, Angus stared and was happy.

Steve tried to put the fish, which he'd wiped himself off with a bath towel, on the bed, but couldn't.

Angus followed his movements and climbed onto his back, hung on his shoulders, and held on to his waistband.

Steve...

"...You come down first." Steve grabbed his calf and slid it down, and then felt his pants pulled back with his own rhythm.

"Hmm—" Angus straightened his arms and then couldn't help curling them up again. Unable to breathe, he bit the shrugging shoulder blade of the human.

With a numbness in his back, Steve shivered and stood up weakly.The meat in his mouth slipped out, and Angus took a few bites without picking up the meat on his back, and patted it with his hands.

It's not an illusion... It really seems to be facing a child who is so special that he can't beat him.

Angus was hanging on his shoulders, head down, and his feet made a fishtail flapping motion under Steve's eyes.It seems... very happy.

In the next second, he followed Steve's sudden forceful backward movement and the whole fish rolled to the ground.

After kicking his legs a few times, he still didn't know how to move his legs with only two main bones.

Although he grabbed Steve's trouser waist and pulled his arm, he still slid down.

Steve twisted and grabbed his arm so the fish didn't actually land on his face.Being held by the arm, Angus hung on Steve's raised hand, staring at him and struggling.

Steve snorted and said, "You skinny."

Seeing that it was really uncomfortable to be carrying a fish, Steve changed his position.Hold his armpit and ribs, and lift up the mermaid who is about to roll to the ground.

Angus bent his arms, hugged Steve's neck, and rubbed his chin in the socket of his shoulder.

Steve's heart missed a beat, and his hands unconsciously held his waist.

The nose is full of a faint smell of sea salt, too close.Although the mermaid itself is not clean at all, it really has no smell.

Angus looked around, holding Steve more like holding a walking stick: "...you don't want to say 'why', do you?"

Steve was brought back to his senses, grabbed his armpit and lifted the fish out: "why?"

Angus was held up by Steve's arms like a doll, and no one or fish felt wrong.

Steve was about to put him on the bed, Angus hugged Steve's arm tightly, looked straight into Steve's face: "...you don't mean to say 'why'?"

Steve thought for a while, then showed a puzzled look: "Why?"

Angus looked at him: "Why?"

Steve laughed, "That's right."

Angus raised his hand to touch his eyes, Steve straightened his hand to distance himself, but there was a pause in the movement, he finally bent his arms and closed one eye.

Angus rubbed his fingers against his eyelids, but without any effort, he retracted: "That's right."

Steve didn't force the fish to the bed anymore either, he wasn't very heavy anyway, and it didn't take much effort to hold or hold it.

Walked the fish closer, with a straight face: "No."

Then he laughed: "yes."

After repeating it several times, Angus tugged at the towel on his body: "yes?"

Steve paused, will he draw inferences so soon?

But absolutely, absolutely not be deceived by his well-behaved appearance.

This fish can pretend to be pitiful, innocent, and very cunning.

Steve became serious, and reached out to pull the towel on his body: "No."

Then grabbed Angus's hand to get the bath towel: "yes."

Angus tilted his head, then reached out and tugged at his waistband, tentatively asking, "yes?"

"...No." Steve wanted to laugh suddenly, but he had to keep his face straight.

"Yes!" Angus' eyes lit up, and he moved closer.

Steve moved his face back an inch, and tried hard to make the smile he didn't know where it came from quickly go back: "...No..."

"Yes!" Angus leaned forward, wrapped his arms around his neck and pulled towards him, "yes, yes, yes—!"

Then hissed and let go.

Steve finally couldn't hold back his face, let out a few breaths, covered his face, and laughed.

Angus watched him tremble and trembled, his eyes widened slightly, and he was completely dazed.

Steve finally managed to let go of his own smile and hold the fish back on his neck.

Pulling away the distance, he drawled his voice and said with a straight face: "No—" he grabbed Angus' hand and pulled his trouser waist.

Let go of his hand, then grabbed the waistband of his trousers, smiled and said, "yes."

Angus fell silent, looked into Steve's eyes, and reached out to touch his eyes again.

With one eye open and one eye closed, Steve curled his lips and looked at Angus.

He was like a little child in contact with a new world.

... There is really no way not to feel cute, and even want to pamper her.

Although the child stuck himself to the wall 5 minutes ago, just because he didn't let him play with the towel.

The author has something to say: Angus [eating candy] [dizzy]

Author: Can't get on top?

Steve: Come on.

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Angus's wounds heal super fast, and it's not obvious from the outside, so Steve doesn't know yet, and we, Angus, don't have this awareness.