A strange heat flowed down the throat and into the stomach, making the whole body feel strangely hot. An indescribable fragrance spread into Tang Rou's breath.
She raised her eyelids and saw a patch of light gold, like flowing light.
"Didn't you let me go?"
The figure in front of him froze.
Tang Rou lowered her head, and then she realized that the shockingly beautiful silver-blue fish tail was wrapped around her in circles, like a giant python imprisoning its prey.
The bright moonlight.
The mermaid was silent, with her head slightly lowered, her light golden hair hanging down one shoulder, and her thin red lips pursed into a straight arc. Her quiet appearance would give people the illusion that this creature is gentle and harmless.
Tang Rou raised her hand and touched the metal mask that covered his eyes, "Why don't you speak."
The mermaid did not move away. The translucent ear fins exposed between the hair opened and closed slightly, and the fish's tail unconsciously tightened around the person in its arms.
Tang Rou looked at him quietly, and saw him slowly reaching out his hand, carefully crossing her waist and shoulders, and hugging her tightly.
He was covered in frost and snow and said softly, "I won't leave."
A soft moist feeling came to her ears. Tang Rou felt that she was being kissed with utmost care, and she felt the resonance of the chest in front of her that vibrated slightly when she spoke.
She struggled, but was hugged harder.
"Never leaving again."
Holding the person in his arms intimately, the warm and delicate touch made his blood begin to flow rapidly again.
In the eyes covered by the metal mask, there was a surge of uncontrollable possessiveness and love. The indescribable strange power turned this sentence into more like a spell, binding them together forever.
"Never leave you."
She can't escape anymore.
Tang Rou knew nothing about this kind of deep love that humans could not understand.
She snorted muffledly and closed her eyes without speaking.
Although she did feel sorry for him in many ways, she subconsciously felt that she needed to express her emotions, otherwise she would be embarrassed.
Moreover, this noble and cool mermaid may cause trouble again.
The aroma in my nose seems to be getting stronger and stronger.
Tang Rou closed her eyes and sniffed lightly. This fragrance made her very comfortable. It was hard to describe. It might be like a cat inhaling catnip. All the bones in her body had a tingling and comfortable feeling.
She opened her eyes unconsciously and sniffed with the tip of her nose, looking for the fragrant fragrance.
Finally, it was discovered that the source of the scent was the bleeding finger hanging by the mermaid on her waist.
"Are you injured?" Tang Rou raised her body, but was pinned down by the fish's tail and unable to move.
"No." His voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness.
He gently shook off the blood droplets on the snow-white fingertips. Tang Rou followed the drop of blood to the ground and swallowed unconsciously.
Why do you feel a little thirsty?
"Why don't you want me to leave?"
The mermaid's voice sounded close to her ears, like a glass of extremely pure cocktail, and the low and hoarse voice had an intoxicating tone for no reason.
Tang Rou thought in a daze, no wonder the siren's singing voice was said to bewitch people's hearts, and the confused sailors were willing to die in the sea.
It's really a bit alluring.
She shrunk her neck and refused to answer. She felt the fish tail wrapped around her body slide slightly and loosen a little. The scales rubbed against the delicate skin, making her tremble uncontrollably.
So fragrant.
Why is it getting more and more fragrant?
The mermaid felt the person in her arms taking a deep breath quietly, and lifted her up, bringing her injured finger closer to her.
"answer me."
His fingertips brushed across the ends of her eyes, leaving a cold touch.
"Why don't you want me to go? Give me your reasons."
His voice became softer and softer.
Like a gentle net, it was about to cover her.
Tang Rou had an inexplicable danger warning instinct, and her back felt a little chilly.
But the cannonball is hidden under the sugar coating, and the poison is decorated as fine wine.
Let her not be able to tell the difference and plunge into the trap.
"I want to hear it." His eyes were covered by silver-white metal, revealing only his pale and clear lower jaw and his delicate and beautiful thin lips.
"Does Rou like me and doesn't want me to leave?"
It is the innate instinct of most predators to weave traps that lure prey into voluntarily jumping into them. In a world where the strong eats the weak, piranha flowers secrete sticky sweet liquid, and desert snakes disguise their tails as spiders.
The mermaid "accidentally" smeared the blood on her lips, and felt her subconsciously lick it. The soft and wet feeling touched her fingertips, and both of them trembled.
Tang Rou felt the sweetness in her mouth and felt that something was wrong.
Why is the atmosphere a bit ambiguous?
However, the mermaid lowered her head and seemed to be observing her fingertips through her blindfold. The bright red blood was mixed with a layer of transparent water marks.
Tang Rou glanced at it and looked away, thinking to herself——
This is the edge fish.
The environment in front of her was like a half-melted island, and the wooden house had become open-air, but there was strangely no wind and no cold. The sweet and fishy aroma dyed the air and penetrated into Tang Rou's sense of smell.
Very terrible.
She lay on him obediently, like an injured little animal seeking protection. After a while, she became dishonest.
It smells really good.
She moved closer to the edge of his neck, saw the light blue blood vessels under the pale skin, and felt even thirstier.
it's wired.
The mermaid held the girl's slender arm, not daring to exert any force, fearing that if she was not careful, she would be injured or in pain.
He stretched out his hand and touched her neck, like soothing a restless cub, and pushed her out, but without using any force, it was more like luring her into his arms.
Sure enough, Tang Rou had some inexplicable rebellious psychology and hugged his neck tightly, unwilling to let go.
With this push and pull, she got closer. She sniffed the increasingly rich aroma of him obsessively, and breathed into his neck.
The pale and cold skin started to feel hot from the neck, and the mermaid's blood flow was unstoppable and accelerated.
She didn't care enough to stick to him and said in his ear, "You smell so good..."
The warm body was tightly wrapped in his arms. He loved this feeling so much and became addicted to it.
But he fluttered his eyelashes, grabbed her wrist and pulled her away, as if he was forced to hold her hand behind her back.
"Let me smell it."
An abnormal flush appeared at the end of Tang Rou's eyes, and she eagerly pressed against the wound on the back of the mermaid's neck.
The traces of being violently bound ran along the shoulders to under the shoulder blades with clear bones, and there was also a faint fragrance on the chest. She pulled away his hair hanging on his shoulders, revealing the bright red scars underneath.
"You are hurt."
"Well." There was a heavy shadow under his eyes, and his voice was low and slow, "I'm injured."
She touched it and lightly touched the scar with her fingertips.
So fragrant.
His blood is fragrant.
Tang Rou bit her lip and struggled with her expression. She sniffed against the mermaid's cold skin, not seeing the extremely obsessed platinum silver eyes watching him quietly behind the blindfold.
The handsome and delicate face becomes soft with love.