The dark and moist eyes stared at him, which had no deterrent effect. On the contrary, it made the badness and impulse in his heart become more turbulent, like an uncontrollable ferocious beast that broke out of a cage.
so cute.
"You don't know what you're doing..."
Even her questioning voice was filled with gentleness, which fascinated him just like her warm body.
"Alfino, let's talk, shall we?"
She seemed to have calmed down and was finally willing to speak, but what she said was not what he wanted to hear.
"You calm down now."
'Alfino' is his unique code name. Only she can shout it. Only she can shout it. This name was given by her.
Can……
His softness was really misunderstood.
He was calm and even thoughtful.
Hidden in his soul is a terrifying possessiveness that cannot be coveted by others, and madness and bloodlust flow in his cold blood.
He can feed on pain;
Can breed highly toxic;
It can destroy a city in an instant.
Everyone in this world is afraid of him and wants to rob him, possess him, and control him.
...Only his softness.
He is weak and soft-hearted, unlike others.
Give him a hug and give him warmth.
Accept him with a fragile and vulnerable embrace, touch his back with slender and warm fingers, and speak to him in a gentle and soothing voice.
He still remembers the first time he looked up at Tang Rou sitting in front of the computer as a cub in that low glass dish, and saw her holding her chin and her gentle and soft side face.
From time to time, when I bent my knees and half-squatted in front of the cylinder to observe him, my hair hung down from my neck.
The fingers that came in with plastic gloves, and the warm skin through the rubber.
His tenderness never knows his obscure desires and thoughts.
He has been lying dormant and patient against his nature, waiting quietly for her to look back at him.
But she was almost snatched away by other creatures.
Therefore, he must get her.
"Hold me." He said hoarsely.
The owner said nothing and looked directly at him.
Why do I feel intense pain in my chest?
"Rou, hug me." He slowly and gently came to her ear and rubbed her cheek as if begging, "Please."
Obviously, he felt her affection.
Her love.
Why is she still resisting him? What is she struggling with?
The moist lick once again fell on the trembling eyelashes of the person in his arms, and he carefully kissed away the wet and salty tears.
Don't be afraid, Rou.
I love you deeply.
What is the feeling that is more fond than liking?
He has the answer.
…
Tang Rou looks like a lost person.
She was obviously full of anger, but when she met those sad eyes, she reached out her hand.
Because I was afraid that those eyes would shed tears, just like last time.
Because she didn't want to see him sad, she made a wrong judgment. Tang Rou once again realized her indecisiveness. She thought that maybe she should be cruel and resist desperately, or say something more harsh.
Tang Rou hugged his shoulders, her mind a mess.
The young man froze, then quickly raised his head to look at her.
She didn't dare to move too much, for fear that her weak hands on his shoulders would slip off.
This picture is all about her, and wherever her eyes can see, there is no room for other people's feelings. Tang Rou seems to be surrounded by delicate and warm tide. Before she realizes it, she has been submerged and drowned, unable to escape.
"Rou, you like me."
The low-mellow voice contained determination and a slightly trembling surprise.
Even if Tang Rou still closed her eyes and resisted opening her eyes to look at him, it had already surprised him enough.
"Rourou, Rourou..."
Like a simple devil who didn't understand the rules of the world, he looked at her with his clean dark green eyes, carefully held up her face, and exchanged a brief gaze with her.
"Don't push me away, Rou, you like me too."
He bent his eyes and showed a very shallow smile.
"I know, Rou, you can't lie to me."
Tang Rou's heart was slightly shaken.
He...is really becoming more and more human.
The alien creatures observe the world. In addition to their eyes, mouth, and nose, they also have senses that humans cannot understand, making their greed, evil, joy, and anger invisible in front of them.
Even if you are disguised, you will be detected.
This ability began to emerge as they continued to evolve on Earth.
Tang Rou felt a little bit panicked when her innermost feelings were revealed, and she was also embarrassed.
How could she develop a "like" for her experimental subject, who was also a relative?
Even though Alphinaud's expression was simple, Tang Rou knew that that kind of love had already deteriorated.
When did it change?
Was it the level 4 experiment that he protected her in his arms, or was it the companionship he had been with her day and night, or was it the unbreakable affection and complete trust in his eyes that protected her with his life time and time again, clumsily and with cute "deception" in the illusion?
", and the grievance that made her couldn't help but feel distressed.
It was impossible not to like Alphinaud like this, seeping into her heart like a pervasive poison.
When exactly is it?
All hell broke loose.
Alphinaud, Alphinaud...
Her head hurt, and her whole body fell into panic. Her fingers curled up and unclenched, and the moment before she pushed him away, her wrist was grabbed.
"Rou, what are you afraid of?"
The delicate and inhuman face is full of confusion and the simplicity of some unnecessary rules.
Tang Rou was even more panicked.
Yes, he doesn't understand, but she does, so before making a big mistake, she must...
This mistake must be curbed quickly.
"Rou, don't be afraid."
The young man lowered his head and looked at her dreamingly, extremely focused and cherished. His gaze passed through her eyes, trembled slightly, and continued to look down, where he saw her red lips that he had rubbed.
Some of the skin is broken.
He thought sadly.
But the words he said turned out to be extremely honest...
"Rou, I want to taste your taste."
"No!" Tang Rou covered her mouth.
Her eyes widened in shock, like a rabbit frightened by a wild wolf, and she was still thinking about how to calm him down and escape. Who would have thought that she would hear such shocking words.
But the young man did not stop.
His eyes darkened, like an ocean brewing with undercurrents.
That handsome and cold face slowly lowered, like an evil god possessing a believer and kissing him.
Kissed her fingers.
Tang Rou froze.
It's a mess.
This kiss was different, his target was the lips.
It's this ambiguous part with symbolic meaning.
She tried in vain to block it with her hands, but in the next second she felt something wet and cold pressed into her fingers.
Licking every fingertip carefully and lingeringly, the soft and moist touch made her scalp numb instantly and she stiffened into a sculpture.
It's really a mess.
At this moment when she was struck by lightning, the young man held her hand unsatisfiedly and pulled it away firmly but slowly.
"What does soft taste like?"
He got closer and closer, his breath spraying on his face, like some kind of dangerous predatory signal.
She is not allowed to refuse, let alone escape.
"No need to answer."
He picked it himself.
Tang Rou looked at him helplessly.
Watching his Adam's apple sliding up and down sexily, his delicate and curling eyelashes half-lidded, he carefully bit her lips as if tasting a precious delicacy.
At that moment, Alphinaud's nerves trembled like an electric shock, and his mind went blank.
He touched that extremely warm, extremely soft sweet spot.
The two lips were pressed together stillly, as if they had lost the ability to think.
This is the taste that he longs for.
The overly soft touch almost melted him.
Her lips fascinated him more than he imagined, making him unable to extricate himself from the overwhelming feeling of this moment.
Like an addict who is obsessed with addiction, unable to extricate himself from the swamp of gentleness.
He couldn't help but open his lips, like an ignorant child exploring a new world, and tentatively explored the tip of his vagina.
Completely immersed in it.
Wonderful.
He could hardly bear it, so he held the owner's slender waist, pressed her into his arms, stretched out the sky-covering dark green, built an indestructible nest, and hid their figures deeply inside.
Not found.
He demanded harder and more greedily.
He was also cautious, fearing to damage her.
A soft and fragile partner, he will never give up the love of others, the only attachment embedded in the soul that is afraid of being broken.
He sighed.
obsessed.
My soul trembled.
The slowly awakening evil soul ignited an unquenchable appetite.
An insatiable appetite.
Extremely greedy and overwhelming desire to eat.
So sweet.
He even wanted to eat her.
He kept asking, sucking, swallowing, and wrapping around that soft and pitifully soft part.
He was so addicted that he wanted to integrate her into his body and hide her so that no one could find her.
Only belongs to him.
Cry, laugh, get angry and angry for him.
"Well……"
A low cry of pain came from his arms.
He suddenly woke up, loosened his wet lips, and moved away from her fragile mouth.
There was a layer of mist in his dark and moist eyes, as if he had withdrawn from his mind and was confused.
Humans are too fragile. He accidentally took too much of her oxygen, and his jaw blade accidentally hurt her fragile skin because he was too forgetful.
As a result, the corners of her red lips were bleeding.
He should feel distressed.
But the trace of blood and wet redness aroused his deeper and crazy possessive desire.
"Rouness is not my property."
He shook his head and corrected his thoughts muttering to himself.