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

In the old-fashioned elevator of the apartment, Steve's hands were slightly hanging by his side.He thought for a while, and finally turned around and smiled at Mr. Boqi: "Do you want to walk the dog?"

Mr. Porch, with gray hair and a stooped back, wearing a beige sweater jacket, looked up and gave Steve a strange look: "...well, yes."

Steve raised his hand and scratched his eyebrows, but couldn't find the next topic.

He looked at the top of the elevator, at the bottom of the elevator, and then at the grid-shaped iron fence in front of him.Cross your hands, palms up, thumbs pointing at each other.

The unspeakable embarrassment continued to pervade.

After a few seconds, he finally couldn't bear the strange sight around him, he looked down at the source of such a stiff atmosphere, his voice was weak.

"Angus...we..." Can't look at the dog?Can't squat down and watch the dog?

Can't squat in front of the dog owner and watch the dog attentively?

"Wow, woof, woof—" the Papillon with big ears squatted reservedly, and barked twice at the strange creature that had been looking at him for half a minute.

Angus opened his mouth: "Wow, woof——"

Steve...

Mr. Poch's eyes widened slightly, Papillon whimpered, and hid behind Mr. Poch's feet trembling.

Angus bared his teeth.

"Ding--"

Just as the elevator door was opened a crack, Steve lifted Angus up and said, "Mr. Porch, it was a pleasure chatting with you, see you later!"

The front desk janitor pushes his glasses, looks at Steve and the struggling man on his shoulder, takes one more look, then two.

Steve...he's really not a suspicious person...

"Good evening," greeted, "my friend is going out to sober up."

The janitor bowed his head and continued to play Scrabble from his newspaper: "Have fun, gentlemen...."

Steve pursed his lips, helplessly.

Forget it, suspicious is suspicious.

There are no other words to describe it.

Angus clutched the lid that nearly fell out of his head, and patted Steve on the back: "Steve?"

Go to the door, the side of the street, and put the fish down.

"Well, we're out." Steve opened his hands slightly and smiled.

The voice suddenly became very loud and noisy, and Angus covered his ears.

The sea is generally very quiet. Although I know that humans can be noisy, I didn't expect it to be so noisy.

"Are you... okay?" Steve looked at his movements and raised the brim of his hat, a little worried.

After getting used to it for a while, Angus put down his hand and looked around.

Steve was on the sidelines, breathing lightly.It was a little nervous, like the feeling of bringing a friend home for the first time.

Worrying is not good, worrying that he can't see the part that he thinks is beautiful and proud.

However, from the mermaid's face, it's hard to tell whether it's like or hate, it's more about scrutiny and observation.

Standing on the curb is undoubtedly very eye-catching, Angus picked a random direction and walked a few steps.

Steve followed closely, warily watching a toddler.

After walking three steps, Angus lowered his head and raised his foot. His shoes, which were two sizes too big, fluttered a few times, and he was kicked to the side.

Angus stepped on the ground with one bare foot, stomped on it, and then put back the thing called "shoe" silently.

It will really hurt your feet.

Steve crossed his arms and watched him move the whole time, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he couldn't help but curl up a little more.

I said I have to wear shoes, I have to suffer to be honest, really...

silly.

Seeing the fish stop and go, and there was no outrageous reaction, Steve relaxed a little.Just leave him one step away, and let him slowly approach his own world.

Soon, they came to the side of the road.Steve stepped over and grabbed his arm: "Angus, slow down here."

Angus is obviously more obedient than at home and outside.

He stopped obediently, then turned around and tugged at Steve's clothes, pointing to passing cars one after another on the road: "Steve."

"Car," Steve explained.

Angus stood by the side of the road, staring seriously at the so-called "car".

Is this alive or dead?Why can the dead move?Why can't there be any fresh smell when it is alive?

"It's very fast, and it's manned." Steve motioned Angus to see the zebra crossing not far away, "Stand on it so they won't hit you."

Pulling Angus to stand on the side of the road for a while, let him see what lights are on before crossing the road.

He led him back and forth twice, and after making sure that Angus knew about it, Steve let go of Angus, who had begun to get impatient.

I was also worried about whether the fish would be colorblind, but now it seems that there is no problem for the time being.

Once the basic traffic safety is taught, the person involved doesn't feel much, and the bystanders have a lot of problems.

Steve glanced around, frowning at the strange glances at Angus.Standing next to him, that stature is still very intimidating.

For a while, the line of sight was less.It's a good thing, or continue to observe without any malicious intentions.

Maybe they all think that Angus is mentally retarded.

Steve looked at Angus, whose attention was already on the fire hydrant, and moistened his lips.

also.

Isn't he just a little mentally retarded now...

Angus didn't feel that he was mentally retarded. After researching for a while, and after confirming that this was just another weird tool, he tugged on Steve's sleeve and continued walking.

Whenever he encountered something curious, he would stop and observe for a while, or ask Steve.

So after going out for half an hour, they walked 100 meters.

Following Angus can re-examine the familiar world from a novel angle, but...

In some cases it's... very, well... hard to describe.

"**off!" The woman held her chest and raised her voice.

Pressing Angus' hand pointing at the man's chest, Steve smiled awkwardly at the glaring woman: "Sorry, my brother...something is wrong."

The woman looked at Steve, then at Angus who raised his face, opened and closed his mouth, finally snorted, and walked away with twisted steps.

It seems that I can't save face and say more.

Steve turned his head to look at Angus: "Angus, man, there are a few places that you can't easily point to or show..."

Angus looked at the tangled faces of the human beings and blinked.

This human reaction is familiar to him, and he has seen it several times.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, is it possible that the human chest and lower body are similar to the place under the tail scales of sirens?

There are two thin lines on the left and right of the crotch where the siren's body meets the fish tail, and the lines extend to the fish tail. At the invisible intersection point, there is a small circular light-colored fish scale area with a diameter of one finger.

The scales there are very flexible and dense, not only the roots of the scales are densely packed with nerves, but the surface of the scales is also densely distributed with sensory nerves.

It is the only small piece of fish scale he has a sense of touch, and he can even shrink the fish scale by will.

Newborn sirens know that they should be protected and not touched easily.

As for why, well, the clan witch said that he would tell him when he matured.

But she died first.

So he didn't know why, but it was really strange to be touched.

For example, human beings are thrown out all at once, and it's still far away.

Angus suddenly raised his hand and patted Steve's chest. Steve moved that muscle reflexively, and the chest muscle jumped.

The atmosphere froze for a few seconds.

Steve...

Angus understood.

"...that's what I...was going to say, No—" Steve squeezed his wrist and pressed it back to his side, letting him put it down neatly.

The voice was a bit gritted.

I must teach you when I go back, no...

No... going back to teach feels weird too.

Steve rubbed his temples: "Forget it, you just need to know that the action just now was a No, okay?"

"Remember first."

"...and," Steve paused, his face turned hot, "it's not okay below..., okay?"

"Anyway... No!"

"That's it." Steve looked away hastily.

Angus wrinkled his face. Human beings have a lot of things to do.

He touched himself already, besides taking him out, he didn't talk so much, okay?

Touching it again bluntly, Angus smacked his lips a little greedily.

Steve smacked his paw: "No."

Angus turned his head and bit his arm.

Steve...

Letting go, Angus licked the bleeding place, snorted, and wiped the blood around his mouth.

Steve... didn't know for a moment whether to be angry or what to do.

"Angus, you haven't seen a female...well, a female?" Steve asked Angus with some doubts, "It's just...a fish different from you."

After making gestures for a while, Angus understood what he meant.

Yes, but except during the breeding season, when they are the first batch to clean up the birthing beds, from the surface, there is really no difference between those who are responsible for the second cleaning of the birthing beds and hatching the little sirens.

The clan witch said that he was not old enough to know whether he was the first batch or the second batch.

But it's too troublesome to explain to humans, just look at the way he scratches his head when he explains something to himself.

Angus chose to ignore him.

"...Ah, forget it." Steve pinched his nose and didn't pursue it any further.

He'd better go back and look up the information by himself.

Or wait until it becomes easier for them to communicate.

"Steve." Angus suddenly stopped and looked down at the opposite side.

Steve followed his line of sight and looked forward, it was a big golden retriever, with golden smooth hair, harmless warm pupils, tongue out, squatting obediently beside its owner.

It is obviously a big one, but it gives people a gentle feeling.

"The dog is the same as the one you saw just now." Steve glanced sideways at Angus and smiled, "...it's a kind of..."

The word animal got stuck in his mouth, and Steve couldn't get it out.

All creatures other than humans in this world are called animals, but he didn't really want to include Angus.

"It's... a pet, a human friend, a partner."

Although the last word picked out doesn't sound very good.

No matter which word it is, it reveals a kind of arrogance unique to human beings.

Angus repeated: "Pets?"

"...Humans will be close to creatures of different races." Steve slowly pulled out a bunch of terms that made him feel a little dizzy, and Angus's reaction can be imagined.

"Like us." Steve pointed them back and forth, and then decided the comparison didn't quite fit either.

Angusford was deeply concerned, and said firmly: "Food."

Steve...it doesn't mean that at all...

That Papillon is still very beautiful, but it must not be eaten by Angus.

"Pets are not food, you can't eat them, absolutely not!" Steve quickly corrected Angus' point of view, and kept pestering Angus until he followed Steve impatiently, promising that he would never treat pets as food again. food.

Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

Angus dragged Steve by the corner of his clothes and walked a few steps, then suddenly looked back at Steve with inexplicable eyes.

With his hands in his pockets, Steve followed behind him, and Steve, who matched his pace, glanced at him inexplicably.

Angus stared at Steve.

Humans...couldn't be asking themselves in disguise to never eat him...

He didn't intend to do this before, he tasted it, it was delicious, but he didn't feel full after eating it.

Not only do you not feel full, you may even feel empty.

The taste and feel don't match up, it's weird.

He glanced back at the creature on the other side of the road that was squatting on the side of the road coquettishly asking the human next to it to pet it before continuing to move, and then glanced at Steve.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally waved.

After all, he was a stupid human being, and he couldn't live without him, so he just let him go.

Steve lowered his head and leaned closer: "Huh?"

Angus put his hands on his head, brushed his hair from his hair to his beard, rubbed his chin along the way, grabbed his collar and shook it: "Good boy."

"Don't be naughty."

Steve...? ? ?

Good... good boy? ?Don't be naughty...? ?

It's just that just after coaxing the insecure human 'pet', Angus couldn't help but grabbed his remaining beard and yanked off a handful.

Steve was in pain, clutching his chin, looking at Angus with question marks all over his head: "Angus?"

Angus shook off the beard on his hands, smacked his lips, and rubbed his hands on his clothes, which seemed like he wanted to cover up.

Since I don't plan to eat him anymore, I can only endure seeing his dirty hair.

Just to give him peace of mind.

Steve was dazed by his operation, rubbing his chin, not knowing why his scalp felt cool.

Angus gave him a deep look, put his hands behind his back, and continued to walk forward with a sense of tolerance.

Steve... It stands to reason that the more you get in touch with him, the more familiar you become. Why does he feel that he is less and less able to understand what Angus is thinking.

Not daring to let Angus get too far away from him, Steve chased after him and hung Angus's hand on his pocket again.

Angus glanced at his hand, do humans want a rope?

"Angus, speaking of which, you barked like a dog before...can you understand what they mean?" Steve was suddenly very curious.

"That's the bark bark bark," Steve repeated from memory.

"Wow, woof -" Angus rolled his eyes, human beings are so stupid.

"Yeah, that's it."

Angus smacked his lips, trying to pull out his little patience, collected his reserves, and said in a thin female voice: "**off!"

Steve, who was suddenly scolded, was stunned for a second.

"What?" he snapped.

Angus was tired, look, it was troublesome to explain.

He decided not to talk to humans anymore, and turned around to leave.

Finally, there was still some tacit understanding, Steve opened his mouth in disbelief: "Is that dog barking a curse?"

Angus turned a deaf ear.

"No, I still dislike or hate it, I'm sure I'm cursing..." Steve said to himself.

He also thought the dog barking was cute...

·

After strolling around for a while, Angus basically knew the names of the things that Angus didn't recognize on the nearby streets.It is the specific role. Although Steve explained it, it is still open to question what Angus understood.

A smell of blood wafted through the tip of his nose, Angus stopped in his footsteps, and there was also the smell of gun|powder.His pupils narrowed slightly, and he circled around, trying to find where the smell came from.

But the smell of blood was soon overwhelmed by a pervasive aroma, and Anguston, who was concentrating on his sense of smell, felt a rush of energy rushing up his nose, straight to the sky.

He reflexively put his nose on the arm of the person next to him, trying to use his skin to stop the smell from continuing to invade his brain.

Steve backhanded him, thinking he'd been startled by something.

"It's okay, Angus, it's okay." Steve patted him on the back, though it's not clear what surprised him.

Angus hugged the human arm and buried his face deep.After a while, he raised his face, which was slightly red from holding his breath.

"Angus?" Steve flipped his hat so that he could see his face clearly, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

"If it doesn't feel right, we can go back now."

"Or do you want to go to the beach?" Steve thought of Angus's dry and chapped skin after being out of the water for a long time.

Angus pinched his nose, not paying much attention to what the humans were saying.He looked to the southwest, and it would have been difficult to lock on to it without the sudden fragrance.

But since it is so deliberately covered up with aroma, the goal is obvious.

Seeing that he had been looking in that direction, Steve also frowned.

Soon he discovered some subtle places, with a certain place as the center, every ten meters in all directions radiating out, there was a strong figure with a vigilant expression moving neither far nor near.

The farthest person will not be more than 50 meters away from the center radius.

Be a professional bodyguard.

Steve pulled La Angus' arm: "It's okay, it has nothing to do with us. There should be someone important around here."

Angus looked up at him, and suddenly grabbed his hand and patted his shoulder blades.

Steve didn't understand, so: "What's wrong? Is there something on your back?"

He broke Angus and looked at it.

"nothing much……"

Angus moved his shoulder. Although the range of motion was controlled so that it would not hurt, the feeling of a foreign object in his body and the dull pain was really not good.

The smell of gunpowder nearby reminded him of the bad things he had done before.

"Help——" Angus turned to look at Steve, and took his hand to touch his shoulder.

Steve frowned: "Angus, what happened to your shoulder?"

He tried a little harder to check if there was something wrong with the bone.

This touched the question: "What is this?"

Angus snorted and dodged, Steve hastily relaxed his strength.

He has been injured a lot, and he has also come into contact with this kind of hard object feeling, but Angus shouldn't.

"Angus, have you ever been shot?" Steve's face became serious instantly, "Have you taken it out yet?"

Angus touched the parts of his body that had been injured in turn, and every time he touched one, Steve's temples twitched.

Finally, he raised his hand to reach the shoulder blade, and then spread his hand, indicating that humans cannot reach there by themselves.

He looked straight at Steve: "help—"

Then he pointed to the places where the smell of fire|drug was concentrated.

Steve looked up at the direction surrounded by those bodyguards, frowned, and wrapped his hands around Angus: "Don't worry, they won't hurt you again."

He raised his hand to feel the hard granular object not far from the spine under the butterfly bone of Angus. After touching the second one, his eyebrows furrowed even tighter.

He strung together Angus's previous actions of dodging suddenly and asking himself for help, and quickly came to the conclusion that this group of people must be related to the person who hurt Angus before.

When I rescued Angus before, those people could only use electricity and didn't have guns at all, so it couldn't be them.

He also had doubts about why Angus appeared near here before.

Maybe, without knowing it, Angus exposed himself and was seriously injured and brought here forcibly.

"It's okay," Steve pressed Angus' hat brim, "you won't get hurt again."

"Let's go back and take care of your injury first."

Angus was a little puzzled by the sudden tense human body, he patted Steve on the chest: "Steve—"

"Why didn't you remind me about the bullet in your back earlier?" Steve worried.

The mermaid could not be sent to the hospital, he had to come by himself.

Angus looked suspiciously at the human being who became anxious and nervous again, and patted him.

What's wrong with humans?broken?

Seeing that Angus still looked heartless, Steve pursed his lips and patted him on the head.

"You still have the mind to bark like a dog!"

Angus... Humans are crazy.

"Let's go shopping first, and then go home." Steve glanced at the encircled center hidden in the crowd, and led Angus in different directions.

Angus earned it and was unhappy.

Steve thought he was not reconciled, so he put on a straight face: "Angus, what we need now is to help you take out the bullet. It's fine now, but it doesn't mean you'll be fine in the future, you know?"

"As for those who hurt you..." He hesitated for a moment, but did not continue.

"I'll figure it out later."

Angus couldn't understand the specific meaning of his words, but he could understand the sternness and warnings inside.

Puffing his cheeks, he reluctantly followed Steve away.

The nearby supermarket with medicinal counters was a little far away. After walking for a while, Angus suddenly squatted down on the spot.His hand was still reaching out to grab Steve's pocket, and he staggered Steve who was walking straight forward.

He looked back at Angus: "Angus?"

Angus looked up at him, his face puffed up slightly.

Steve squatted down: "What's the problem?"

"Stop." Angus choked out a word.

what?

"Stop? Stop what?" Steve tipped his hat.

Angus pointed to his feet, then leaned back, sat down, and hammered the hammer with his legs crossed.

Steve...

"Foot hurts...?" Steve asked uncertainly.

How far did this go...

Is it a mile?

Are mermaids such weak creatures? ?

... No, it may not be difficult to swim with it.

It was only this morning that Angus could walk swiftly.

Their current position is a bit awkward, there is a supermarket nearby, and there are quite a lot of people walking back and forth.Angus didn't care, and sat on the curb.

Steve struggled for a moment, and squatted down with his back facing him: "Come on, come up, I'll carry you on my back."

Angus patted his slightly pouty butt, what do humans want to do?

Steve turned around sharply and looked at Angus, his face burning.Angus looked at him innocently, not knowing what he was going to do.

Closing his eyes, Steve rubbed his temples, hugged Angus by the waist, swung the fish behind his back, and held his legs: "Lie down."

Angus almost fell backwards, and hurriedly grabbed the clothes on the human shoulders, and then his back hurt, and he snorted.

Steve remembered his injury and leaned forward. "You okay?"

Stretching his arms, Angus lay on his back, holding his shoulders with his hands curled up. After a while, he felt nothing.

"Ah."

Steve was a little relieved: "It will be fine soon."

Carrying the fish on his back and continuing to move forward, Angus felt better without having to touch the ground.

Steve watched him wearing his rather big shoes, moving his feet back and forth like fish tails, stroking back and forth, and smiled.

When you are obedient, you are very obedient, and when you are self-willed, it is really annoying.

When we arrived at the supermarket, Steve hesitated for a while, still thinking that it would be less conspicuous to put the fish in the shopping cart than behind his back.

Looking at the fish stuck in the shopping cart, obviously in a bad mood, Steve just wanted to laugh.

After finding some simple medical tools, Steve put them into Angus' arms.

Angus hugged something and wrinkled his face.

Steve finally brought him candy. He was afraid that if he went back to deal with the wound, he would be reported again if he didn't get the fish fan 'drunk' first.

There are many smells in the supermarket, some are good and some are not. Angus quickly pinched his nose, unwilling to smell more.

It was just that while Steve was looking back and forth for the tweezers, Angus rummaged through the shopping cart, and he smelled the aroma, a very familiar aroma.

As soon as he turned over, a few things in his arms fell out, and Steve squatted down to pick them up, thinking he was impatient.

"Angus, bear with it for a while."

Under the bright lights of the supermarket, the upturned face quickly attracted a few gazes, and Steve pushed down the brim of his hat.

Angus twisted away from under his hand, focusing on the approaching fragrance in the air.

Steve saw the tweezers he needed and reached out to get them. Someone across from him took something too, and the shelf was suddenly empty.

Steve met a pair of green eyes, a little cold, but after a second the soft feeling returned.

Almost to the point where Steve thought he was delusional.

Just looking at each other, Steve frowned, not delving into the strange feeling in his heart.

"Okay, we can go home." After finding the last tweezers needed, Steve pushed Angus towards the counter.

Angus was already lying on his back in the shopping cart, but Steve stopped him and gave up.

Because Steve blocked it, Angus could only lie on the edge, tilting his head and looking behind him.

Going around the shelf and walking to the place where they just stopped, there is a red-haired "woman" with a fragrance all over her body.

She was wearing a red skirt, a black jacket on her upper body, and a "dog" on her wrist.

Not big ears, not a golden retriever, but a squat, squat dog that wags when it walks, writhes its hips, sticks its tongue, and is stupid.

Angus looked straight at the woman, who grabbed a pair of tweezers and looked at him too.

She lowered her head to touch her dog, quickly opened the package in her hand with this movement, and stuffed the contents into the ditch on her chest.

Putting the unrecognizable package back on the shelf, the two looked at each other.The woman put a finger painted with red nail polish on her lips, blinked one eye, and gave him a provocative smile, then put two fingers together on her lips and kissed Angus Fei Come over: "Hey - don't talk..."

Angus blinked his eyes, he didn't understand.

The woman smells of blood and a faint smell of gunpowder, why is she not sad at all.

It hurts to get hit by those things.

Steve and the woman checked out one after the other, and Angus was carried out of the shopping cart and stood by the counter waiting.

He is curious about women.

Steve waits for the cashier to check out, noticing his focus and nervousness.

This one is much more outstanding than the previous one.

He whispered: "Angus, we really can't just stare at women all the time."

He thought they had reached a consensus before.

Angus raised the brim of his hat, put a finger between his lips: "Hey, don't talk~"

Then a kiss flew out.

Steve...

The red-haired woman raised her eyebrows fiercely, straightened her slumped back, and moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue.

The person in charge of the cash register was a somewhat fat middle-aged woman, who showed a teasing smile indifferently: "The boy's girlfriend is quite cute——"

"He's a man." Steve retorted reflexively.

"what?"

The effect is perfect.

Steve...

"Oh, it's okay..." Auntie waved her hand, "youguysarecute."

"Happiness to you—and, $56."

Steve could still smile awkwardly and politely during the first half of her sentence, but completely froze in the last few words.

He's running out of...money.

"...Sorry, uh..." After a pause, Steve picked and picked, his eyebrows tightened.These are all necessities. If you want to treat Angus' wounds, you have to be careful.

What if I get infected?

The fingers of red nail polish passed over him to pass a few banknotes, and the red-haired woman brushed her hair: "I'm in a hurry, so-"

Hearing that her accent didn't look like a local one, Steve smiled sheepishly: "Sorry, I don't have enough money with me for the time being."

"Don't worry about it," the red-haired woman put her things on the cash register and smiled at Steve friendly, "I like your boyfriend."

Steve...

"He's not..." Steve tried to explain, then closed his eyes and smiled helplessly, "OK... Anyway, thank you very much."

He glanced at the woman's shoulder and smiled.

After the woman paid the bill, she bought a lot of things, most of which were for the dog: "Well, I have a lot of things, can you help me carry them to the car?"

"Of course, I'm happy to help." Steve took the things in her right hand first.

The aunt who paid the bill took the things of the third person, and glanced at the three people who were leaving. She didn't know what she was thinking, and looked at Angus's back with a bit of affection.

Angus blinked.

The woman's injury was on her shoulder. If she wanted to carry so many things, she would definitely bleed.

so smart.

In comparison...

He glanced at Steve, a little disgusted.

"Hey, boy," the red-haired woman looked at Angus, "borrow your boyfriend, don't you mind?"

"He's my...brother, not really a boyfriend." Steve said shyly.

"Brother?" The woman was a little surprised, and then her expression changed subtly, "I'm Natalia, Natalia Romanova."

"Very happy to meet all of you."

The woman held out her hand, Steve hesitated for a moment, and shook hands with her: "Nice to meet you, too."

"I...I'm Stephen...Fen... Barnes." Apologizing to his old friend in his heart, Steve could barely prevent himself from blurting out his real name.

"This is Angus." Steve pushed Angus' shoulder, this time without stuttering.

There are almost no flaws.

By the way, Angus turned away the face that cast a strange look at him.

The woman smiled unconsciously, with soft emotions on her delicate face: "It sounds delicious."

Steve... he looks more palatable on you.

"Yeah..." Steve coughed.

"Steve." Angus said mercilessly.

"Ahahaha, he always slurs his speech." Steve patted Angus on the head, smiling kindly.

Angus...

"No, your brother is very cute." The red-haired woman stroked her temples, revealing her delicate face.

"Isn't it?" As she spoke, she blew a kiss to Angus.

Steve froze.

Angus also flew back to her.

Natalia laughed.

The exchange between the two made Steve realize something belatedly: "Angus?"

Angus reached out to hold her hand, sniffed it with his nose, and Natalia's face flushed a little, "Ooh——"

Steve...

"Angus..." Pulling away Angus who didn't know what button he had turned on, Steve's scalp tingled.

Is this still the fish that doesn't know the difference between men and women?Why are you so proficient.

The dark light in Natalia's eyes flowed and disappeared in an instant: "He is so cute."

"I liked you quite a bit, but... he is more attractive."

Steve... "Haha, that's really... nice."

Angus smelled the dying gun|powder on her fingertips, although the aroma was quite strong on her wrist.

Walking to a not-so-obtrusive car, Steve put down shopping bags for Natalia.

Natalia over there is asking Angus if he wants to leave a contact information.

Steve...he really doesn't understand this development.

"Dog." Angus didn't respond to Natalia, but bowed his head and popped out a word.

"Well, her name is Barty." Natalia laughed. "Cute, isn't it?"

Angus looked up at the humans who had been testing him since just now: "Dog, dog."

Natalia raised her eyebrows slightly: "Huh?"

Steve didn't want to disturb Angus... I don't know what the situation is, but if this continues, the fact that he is mentally retarded will definitely be exposed.

"Ma'am, it's getting late, and it's not peaceful around here, so go home quickly." Steve cut off the conversation.

Natalia took a last look at Angus, who had nothing in his eyes: "Well, indeed."

Pulling out a post-it note from her bag, Natalia wrote a string of things on the paper with her left hand and pasted it on the side of Angus's face, then tilted her head and left a lip print on it: "I will contact you later, Angus S."

Turning to look at Steve, she picked up her bag and smiled: "Don't look at me like that, I won't eat your brother."

Steve pinched his nose, put his hands on his waist, and smiled.

"Natalia." Angus looked at the woman in the car, called her name, and then tore off the post-it note on his face.

"Bye—" Natalia reached out from the window and looked at Steve, "You're actually quite attractive, I swear."

Steve waved politely.

The car starts, leaving only the exhaust.Angus covered his nose and ears.

Steve looked at the car leaving quickly, his expression subtly softened, and he remembered the license plate.He turned his head and saw Angus's movements: "It smells bad now, didn't you like it just now?"

Angus lowered his head and flipped through the paper in his hand, then yelled at Steve.

"Steve."

Steve finally couldn't hold back, rolled his eyes, and took the note: "Okay, I'll keep it for you."

"Go back and teach you how