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

"Are you protecting him now?!" Angus patted Steve's arm angrily, "Let me go, I will tear him up and throw him into the sea to feed the fish!!"

Steve smiled awkwardly at the passing students: "He was just joking."

"I do not have!"

He quickly led the people back to Angus's independent dormitory, which was an entire castle away from the observation room.

"Calm down, Angus." Steve put the man on the bed and held him down by his legs to sit up.

"Why did you help him?" Angus glared at him.

"He's still useful."

"What is the use?"

"He's the only… thing that directly connects to the villain I'm dealing with." Steve decided to be a little more blunt with his words from now on.

"I'm not happy." Angus kicked his legs.

"...I'm sorry, I didn't mean to let you go through this." Steve got up and hugged him slightly, "I thought it would take some time for him to wake up, I just wanted Charles to help me pay attention."

Angus hugged him back, calmed down for a while, and whispered: "I'm not barbaric."

"……certainly."

"I'm not sick either."

"Angus, you are the best. There is no credibility in what he said," Steve released him. "You said it yourself, they are all very sick!"

Steve had the feeling that he was coaxing a child, but his instinct told him that it was right to go with that feeling.

"I don't like him, when are we going to get him away?" Angus patted the side of the bed, "Can't you leave them alone?"

"Look, Angus, I need to deal with their problems now to protect you."

"Why? What do they have to do with me?"

"If they are exposed to the public eye, you may not be able to live normally in human society."

"Don't you want to continue living with me?" Steve said deliberately and pitifully.

Angus wrinkled his nose, not very happy.

Steve took his hand: "Okay, don't be unhappy. Huh?"

Angus reluctantly believed him.

"I prepared a present for you, do you want to see it?" Steve coughed, squatted down, and looked into his eyes.

"Gift? What?" Angus followed him and turned his attention.

"Well——" Steve pinched his nose, and took out a dark blue velvet box from his pocket, "It's a pair of rings."

"Just a gift, don't put any pressure on it."

"Are you going to propose to me?" Angus, who had watched a lot of movies recently, asked curiously, shaking his legs.

Steve, who was about to open the box... His worries were really unnecessary.

After a pause, he said, "If I do this, will you agree?"

"Yes." Angus didn't hesitate much.

Steve squeezed the box in his hand, stared at Angus, wiped his face for a while, and suppressed his eager thoughts.

Wei Wei got up, kissed Angus, he smiled: "well, lets save it for a more special time. [Save it for a more special time]"

"So it's not this time?" Angus was a little disappointed, and reached for the box in his hand, "Is this a gift from me?"

"Yes, take a look, do you like it? I designed it."

Angus opened the box and pulled out a pair of strangely shaped rings.

The bottom is silver, very bright.

One is in the shape of a slender fishtail, with fine scales of blue gemstones faintly embedded in it, which is a dark blue.

The other one is a style that can be adjusted in size. The joint is divided into two halves that can be completely clamped. The blue part is also a blue gem.

Angus picked them up and looked at them for a long time before reaching a conclusion: "I like them."

Steve breathed a sigh of relief: "You've watched them for so long, I thought you'd dislike them."

"This is a pair of rings," Angus looked at him, "won't you propose by the way?"

Steve... "I promise I'll put this in my schedule."

"You don't want to marry me?" Angus hummed and approached his face.

"Not now." Steve stroked his hair, grinning.

"When then?"

"When you and I are ready." Steve pressed his head down. "Not now, I'm sure."

"You just think too much, Steve." Angus put the ring on his ring finger, facing the light, shaking his legs to admire.

Shaking his hand, shaking the ring, he hummed: "This is rough."

"Because you're wearing mine." Steve pulled his hand down and took off the fishtail ring and brought it to his own.

Angus froze for a moment: "Isn't that me?"

"Yes," Steve turned the ring on his hand, "it's you."

He raised his hand and said to Angus, "It's mine now. It's in my hand. Everyone who sees it now knows that I've been targeted by a guy with a tail."

After speaking, he laughed himself first.

Angus blinked his eyes, picked up another one and put it on his finger: "So, this is you."

"Yes." Steve nodded.

Angus turned to look at him.

"Like it or not?"

"Well... I like it." Angus raised his chin halfway and stepped on his thigh.

Steve held the soles of his feet and looked at his expression: "Really, don't you think that shield is not as good-looking as a fish's tail?"

"Because you are not as good-looking as me." Angus stepped on his palm.

Steve looked at his expression, raised his leg and pushed him over, causing the person to fall onto the bed behind him, and leaned over to press him: "Well, I'm really not as good-looking as you."

Angus moved his waist and shrunk down a little.

Steve raised his eyebrows, lowered his hand to the side of his face, and Angus rubbed down again.

Well, this is interesting.

Bend his elbows, Steve pressed his whole body up, and slightly wrapped his other hand around his waist: "Angus?"

"What are you doing?" Angus rubbed his hands aside, stuffing his hands into his lower back.

"I have a feeling." Steve cleared his throat.

"How does it feel?" Angus shrank his neck.

"You're shy." Steve raised his hand to brush his hair from the sideburns, and he saw the slightly red ears smoothly.

Then the slightly pointed ears instantly turned into ear fins under his eyelids, and a large area of ​​pink began to glow, still trembling slightly.

Steve couldn't help but raised his hand and touched his ear, Angus slapped his hand away suddenly, and said in a vicious voice, "I'm not shy."

"Really?" Steve lowered his voice.

"Of course." Angus looked away.

"What did I say? Angus." Steve didn't intend to let go of Angus, who was obviously wrong, and continued to ask.

"Nothing." Angus turned his face away.

Steve pinned him down and turned his face away: "What the hell did I say? Why are you so shy now? Angus, huh?"

Angus didn't push him, and wrinkled his face: "I didn't!"

"Your ears are red." Steve pinched his ears, and Angus opened them again.

"What does red ears prove?" Angus rolled his eyes.

"Then why are you avoiding me?" Steve just felt that Angus must be shy.

This is very strange, Angus is actually shy because of himself, this is the most exciting news today.

His face is now very thickened by him.

"I didn't." Angus rubbed his hand away with his chin, and moved to the side, still tucking his hand behind his back.

"Because of the ring?" Steve began to guess, "Why?"

"You're so annoying, let's go!" The blush on Angus' ears began to spread to his cheeks.

It wasn't the slightest bit of Steve wondering anymore, he had to know why.

"If you don't say it, we'll just stay like this forever."

Angus jerked his knee up, and Steve hurriedly clamped his leg: "...This attack direction is very bad, Angus."

Angus made a slight noise.

"Tell me, Angus, please." Steve lowered his voice and looked him straight in the eye.

"..." Angus was silent for a while, "You said you were wearing me, so everyone knew you were mine."

"Yes." Steve didn't think there was any problem with this, after all, this was Angus's most mentioned wish.

"I'm wearing you too." Angus choked out a sentence.

"……so?"

"That doesn't mean everyone needs to know that I belong to you." Angus curled his lips.

Steve half opened his mouth: "Uh..."

Doesn't everyone who knows them now know that they are a couple?Does anyone else not know?

Seeing his dumbfounded expression, Angus became angry: "I said so, go away."

Steve hadn't figured out what key points he hadn't figured out before and after, and suddenly saw Angus looking at him with his little eyes, and suddenly he had a flash of inspiration.

"Angus, you like me... um, how do you say this sentence..." Steve bared his teeth, "You... um."

"How do you feel about, I'm declaring, that you belong to me?" Steve couldn't find the right words to express himself, so he ended up saying it differently.

Angus' eyes began to wander, and his arms were tucked behind his back.

Watching his reaction, Steve rolled his Adam's apple: "So, do you want to be mine?"

"No." Angus rubbed his hands, "I don't like it! I'm not shy, I'm just embarrassing!!"

Steve strangled him by the waist: "You keep saying you want me to be yours, like I have to be completely your property."

"Aren't you?" Angus didn't leave in time, and his voice started to rise.

Steve looked at his face and grinned: "Angus, you have to know that you belong to me too. Maybe I never said it, but you have to have this awareness."

Angus raised his eyebrows: "I don't want it! I don't want your gift anymore."

Steve sees through his bravado and is momentarily amused and distracted.

Leaning slightly, he pressed the shoulder he wanted to twist away, and bit his ear: "Don't move, Angus."

Angus raised his hand to pinch his earlobe, and his voice was a little out of breath: "You let me go..."

"No," Steve's eyes darkened, he leaned over and kissed him, "You love to observe me so much, you don't see it, what do I want to do now?"

Angus snorted a few times, but in the end he couldn't resist the temptation, and put his arms around his neck.

After getting bored, on the way to the bar, Angus played with the ring on his hand and thought for a while, and said seriously for a while: "Can I not wear it?"

"No." Steve didn't budge.

"Can you not wear it in a conspicuous place?" Angus wrinkled his whole face.

"Is that why you don't want it?" Steve took his arm.

"...No," Angus scratched at his sleeve, "but I'm ashamed to be seen—"

In the end, before stepping into the bar, Angus yelled out the most crucial part with a puffed face.

Finally, on the condition that they must wear it on their hands when they were alone in the future, Steve agreed that Angus could hang the ring on his ear as an ear clip and half cover it with his hair.

Originally, I just thought that Angus would grow, so the flexible ring stayed firmly on his ear.

It directly caused Steve's preference for that place to increase, and indirectly caused Angus a little irritability.

Overall, everything is fine.

They hang out late at the bar, and Angus is allowed a sip of the low-alcohol cider before he's so high that Steve can barely contain him.

When returning home, Angus wanted to sit in front of the motorcycle, but Steve talked and coaxed him all the time, saying that he did not comply with the rules of motor vehicle driving.

In the end, he hugged him up, put him on the back seat, and drove away. Only then did Angus stop.

Angus, who was a little dizzy with the wind blowing, buried his head on Steve's back, and said for a while, "Steve, has your temperature dropped?"

"Maybe it's getting cold."

"Really?" Angus patted the place where he lay on his stomach, fluffed up like a pillow, and then his head fell into a hole.

"Very comfortable."

"is it?"

Steve pressed his arm around his waist, which should have been replaced by a car instead of a motorcycle.But I like motorcycles, and Angus also likes to hold himself.

So the old-fashioned and eye-catching Harleys under their seats have never been replaced.

Only two people can sit, and they have to be very close to the ground, which is quite suitable for both of them.

The author has something to say: Because I was in a hurry and didn't have time to revise, I usually wrote the first draft rather sloppily, and then I saw two comments after revising.

Hmm—so that’s the kind of tone you like? ? [cover mouth]