What Tang Rou did the most today was run. She held up her skirt and ran out of the wet street. In the distance, there was a ferocious figure slowly retreating to the bottom of the sea, and the smell of the salty sea breeze came from her.
She is not afraid of them.
Just as he ran around the corner, someone stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist, hugging him.
Tang Rou smelled a familiar scent and didn't struggle, letting him hold her.
It seems that the number of one thousand has been counted again.
The snow-white boy hugged her quietly and stubbornly, saying nothing.
"What's wrong?" Tang Rou touched his back with her backhand.
Very thin.
She touched the rugged and clear butterfly bones, which were slender. The T-shirt at the lower edge of the neck and shoulders was torn, with two long rips.
A translucent umbrella cover like cicada wings peeked out from there.
"Why did you come out?"
Touching her head and face, no matter how she coaxes her, it won't work.
He looked like he couldn't be coaxed.
Tang Rou wanted to look at him, but he pressed the back of her head and pushed her back into his arms.
Yue buried her head and hugged her tightly, not letting her move at all.
You could feel the person holding her exuding an aura of unhappiness, but also feeling satisfied because of holding her.
He lowered his head and leaned on her shoulder, his slender snow-white fingers wrapped around her waist, and curled up a few strands of her hair with his fingertips. He was gentle and strong, unwilling to let go.
"Are you unhappy?" Tang Rou tilted her head and only his chin could be seen, "Let me see you."
The young man remained silent and shook his head.
"Disobedient?"
He still didn't let go and gently rubbed her with his hair.
For Yue, this is acting like a spoiled child.
The overwhelming silver-white threads were like an inescapable net, silently wrapping around Tang Rou's neck, wrists, and calves.
Applying gentle pressure, press it against her skin to make tiny marks.
It's not so tight that she can't move. It's surrounded layer by layer, like a cage trapping prey.
The prey didn't notice it and was still laughing, thinking he was making trouble.
Yue's face was buried in her shoulder, her cold and delicate skin pressed against her neck, and her soft silver-white hair tickled her a little.
Tang Rou smiled, her shoulders trembling.
He humped her like a kitten, deliberately tickling her.
"Let me go first."
She raised her hand to push, but he took her hand and put her wrist around his waist, forcing her to hug him back.
"Want me to hug you?"
Tang Rou tried to figure out Yue's thoughts.
He remained still for a moment, then nuzzled her neck with his cheek.
He didn't answer, but showed that he wanted to be hugged by her. His indigo eyes hidden under the soft hair lit up, full of desire.
Tang Rou was so itchy that she smiled for a while and stretched out her hand to him.
"Come."
The originally disobedient gaze became docile and became extremely well-behaved, leaving enough space for her to open her arms.
The young man bent down, and in line with her height, Tang Rou hooked her arms around his neck and touched the young man's soft, cold hair.
The silvery white thread smelled the scent of prey and floated out of the alley.
But when it was half floating, Tang Rou stretched out her hand to hook it back, wrapped it around twice and grabbed it in the palm of her hand. The young man immediately seemed to have been grasped by her lifeblood, and was cautious not to move, for fear of hurting her.
"Are you in a hurry?" she asked softly.
The aura on Yue's body is clean and soft, mimicking the appearance of a humanoid, ethereal, clean, somewhere between a boy and a man.
It's not like the breath coming from the corner behind you.
Tiny wounds, ambiguous red marks, broken glass in the palm, curious body that was sutured together.
His whole body exuded an aura of despair and self-loathing.
Yu Qing leaned back outside the alley and stared at his toes.
She held an umbrella in her hand, worried that it would rain again, and wanted to run after her and give it to her.
But it seems that it is no longer needed.
No matter who the pure white ethereal figure in the alley was, it was embraced by her with open arms. It seemed that she not only knew him, but was also very close to him.
He stands here, like moss peering in the dark.
Yu Qing walked away, took two steps, turned around, and left the umbrella at the entrance of the alley.
Tang Rou was shrouded in silvery white threads, sniffing the scent that gradually became distant and disappeared, and suddenly thought in her heart.
She wants to protect him.
She wants Yue to always be clean and soft.
Cold fingers touched her eyes.
Yue raised her hand to remove the mist hanging from her eyes, as if she didn't understand why the owner suddenly became sad.
Tang Rou blinked and found that her toes had already lifted off the ground without her realizing it.
Yue's arms looped under her knees and lifted her up. She usually looked like a dodder flower that couldn't unscrew the bottle cap, but now her strength was surprisingly strong, especially the fine silk threads woven from behind, which were like a dodder.
Put out a sleeping bag and wrap her up.
Tang Rou pinched his face and said, "Put me down."
Yue followed her example and blinked in confusion.
Pretending not to understand.
Tang Rou pulled him with both hands, "Xiaoyue, be obedient."
Very obedient.
She can also be obedient while holding her in my arms.
Yue gently nudged her with her head again, as quiet and annoying as a coquettish cat.
When I got back to the car, I realized how bad the situation was.
The almost corroded carriage was filled with remnants of streamers.
The high-end experimental water tank built with millions of common currency of the consortium has been corroded beyond recognition and is leaking water outside.
Aslan sat in the cockpit, huddled in a small ball, staring at the thread not far away and trembling, like a dragonfly trapped in a spider web.
Seeing her come back was like seeing a savior.
"Come on, come on! Sister Rou, your jellyfish can't understand human language! Help!"
"How could it be like this?"
Tang Rou raised her hand and pushed aside those terrifying ribbons without any obstruction.
Aslan watched, his heart beating faster.
It's so scary, those things are highly poisonous.
But...she is okay??
Aslan watched in shock as Tang Rou opened the thread, cleaned up the white mesh sealing the money in the cockpit, opened the car door and said to her.
"You go down first, I will tidy up this place to prevent any residual toxins from harming you."
Aslan swallowed silently and swallowed the dirty words he wanted to say into his mouth.
He stared straight at her hands, "Are you wearing gloves?"
"No."
Tang Rou turned her palm and said, "Xiaoyue will not hurt me."
"...Xiaoyue?"
Aslan looked at the tall, fair-skinned, quiet young man with reservations.
Is the venom of box-mutated jellyfish still a problem?
After getting out of the car, she was anxious and worried about Tang Rou's safety.
Even though it was something Tang Rou raised by herself, it was still too inhumane to let her sister be with the most poisonous creature in the world.
Aslan became more and more nervous as he thought about it, turned around and walked back.
But through the corroded and broken glass, I saw a creepy and tender scene.
The poisonous pale boy sat on the ground with his knees bent, one arm resting on Tang Rou's knees, his slender snow-white fingers pinching her clothes, and the other hand quietly touching her belly.
The delicate face carved from ice hung so low that it almost touched her knees, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and her thin lips were very close to the warm skin exposed under her skirt.
Very close.
Although there was no direct contact, the action was very much like a kiss.
Tang Rou took a torn T-shirt, gently wiped the dashboard of the cockpit, and let the boy go.
There was even a helpless smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.