"Help, wake up! Your jellyfish is going to poison me!"
There was a dull pain in my body, as if I had been hit with a stick.
Tang Rou moved her fingers, rubbed her head and sat up.
It was pitch black before my eyes and I couldn't see anything.
"Well……"
Someone rushed over to hug her, throwing her backwards, and was pulled into a moist and cold embrace by the hand protecting the back of her head.
His soft cheek pressed against her collarbone, and his slender hands intertwined around her back, trapping her firmly like a lock.
The other person was shaking all over, as if he was frightened.
"What's wrong?"
Tang Rou was dizzy and her body hurt even more. She patted his shoulder and asked, "What are you afraid of?"
Yue nestled against her neck, like a silent cat.
Even fear is quiet.
so poor.
Tang Rou couldn't help but feel pity, and raised her hand to touch his wet hair. The young man's skin was smooth and inhuman. As soon as he felt her touch, he came over and rubbed it gently against her palm, like a bird.
A kitten in urgent need of comfort from its owner.
The frightened little mute.
Tang Rou's panicky aura affected her, and her hand filled with water held her wrist.
When Yue was sad, she remembered to adjust Tang Rou's posture, fearing that he would press her, and put his arms around her waist. The two of them turned upside down, and Tang Rou was forced to lie on top of him, with all her black hair falling down and covering the two of them.
The whole figure was held tightly by a lock.
Aslan's nervous voice came from behind, "You... don't stick to her like this, if you poison her... ah, ok, ok, I won't say any more! Take these things back!"
At the moment when Tang Rou couldn't see it, the thin white line almost covered the entire carriage. Atherland hid behind the water tank, avoiding the eyeing thin line.
"Asselan?" Tang Rou asked, "What's wrong with him?"
The young man was trembling all over.
Soaked.
Tang Rou found his head, touched the soft hair, stretched her arms to hug him, and gently patted Yue's thin back.
"Don't be afraid, be good."
"Xiaorou, you were so scary just now. You couldn't wake up no matter how you screamed. Your reaction was also very strange. It didn't look like you were dreaming. You were breathing rapidly and you were chasing something."
Atherland couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong with you? Are you having a dream? A nightmare?"
Can't wake up?
I was really chasing something, and I felt empty in my heart.
Tang Rou took her hand back from Yue's back and held it on her chest.
Very empty.
I felt so empty that I wanted to vomit.
It seems that I have lost a very important thing or person.
But after waking up from the dream, I couldn't remember anything.
A soft and wet feeling came from her neck, interrupting Tang Rou's thoughts.
Something touched her cautiously, and then soft, cold hair touched her cheek and neck, making it feel itchy and soft.
Tang Rou reached out to touch it.
The boy's head was buried in the crook of her neck, and he was kissing her neck very lightly with his lips, more like an ignorant young animal trying to explore a field that had never been explored before.
It was so close that Tang Rou pushed him away, but he grabbed her hand, put it against her cheek, and rubbed it gently.
He was terribly sad but couldn't express it.
So scared.
Aslan is a human and cannot feel it, but Yue can.
Not long ago, he was holding the owner's body, but he felt that she was very far away.
Her soul is not here.
"alright."
A gentle voice sounded.
He couldn't hear, but felt the air flowing slightly due to the sound waves, vibrating against his skin.
"Don't be afraid, am I fine?" The warm palm fell on Sadness, and the almost indulgent tenderness made him feel even more aggrieved, "What are you thinking? I just fell asleep."
He was soaked all over.
Ninety-nine percent of the jellyfish's body is water. The T-shirt sticks to the skin and you can feel the clear outline.
While he couldn't help hugging her more intimately, he had to control himself not to hurt her.
Gradually, the shivering stopped.
Tang Rou patiently comforted the frightened cat for some reason, gently touching his wet hair, all the way down the back of his head, stroking his slender neck and thin spine.
He felt his men tremble.
It seems joyful and unbearable at the same time.
Yue likes physical contact, and Tang Rou discovered it from the day he could control the cnidocytes.
He liked to stick to her and cling to her, like a poor puppy suffering from skin hunger, wanting to get back all the touches that he had missed from Tang Rou.
Aslan came out from behind the water tank and looked at this scene with a complicated expression.
Tang Rou's hair was also wet, and she was sitting in the arms of a boy who was as white as a snowman, cuddling against her.
The shoes fell off, the socks were half removed, one foot was hanging in the air, the other leg was bent up, and the foot was on the boy's knee. Countless silver-white silk threads were wrapped around her ankles and waist, sticking to her bare skin.
He carefully probed into the clothes and almost got in.
Even the slender neck was entangled.
Tang Rou looked calm, as if she hadn't heard anything.
Like a butterfly caught in a spider's thread, it has no idea of the fate it is about to be devoured.
"Rou, your way of getting along..." Aslan didn't know what to say.
Tang Rou touched the young man's thin and beautiful back and asked another question, "Why is it so dark?"
She couldn't see anything.
"It's not dawn yet."
Aslan was helpless, "You... protect yourself. They are all temperature-changing creatures that live alone. Moreover, they all have a lifelong partnership system and do not allow their territory to be invaded by other creatures."
In her eyes, Tang Rou's behavior was like walking a tightrope.
If you are not careful, you will fall to pieces.
"Atherland, I need them."
Tang Rou turned around and looked over following her voice.
Do you need it or do you like it?
Their performance went far beyond liking. They loved her deeply, far beyond her own judgment.
Snow-white fingers climbed up Tang Rou's neck and hooked her neck.
The boy lay in a cloud of silk threads as delicate as smoke, like a kitten abandoned by its drunken owner. She didn't want to wake up and have her attention taken away.
Tang Rou chuckled and pinched his soft cheek.
"What's going on? Have you learned how to fight for favor now?"
The indigo eyes were gleaming and moist, as if they had been swimming in water.
The young man was speechless and shrank shyly. He touched her belly with one hand and rubbed it carefully.
The grievance in my heart disappeared a little because of her indulgence.
Tang Rou rubbed her eyes, but felt that it was still too dark.
Not a ray of light can be seen.
"Atherland, since it's still dark, why are you calling me?"
"Not your little manservant yet!"
Speaking of this, Aslan's mouth twitched, "He looked like the sky was falling. He was holding you and dragging you to the beach. I was afraid that you would drown and I could only call you!"
"Drag into the sea?"
Tang Rou sat in his arms, her belly being rubbed gently.
Like a cat that had its belly rubbed, it lay lazily, "You want to drag me into the sea? Why?"
Of course Yue couldn't answer her.
"Why does he rub your belly every day?"
"Personal hobby?"
"Then why...you look so shy?"
"Yueben is shy."
Tang Rou suddenly felt something was wrong.
The world in front of me is still very dark, with no light coming through.