The young man straightened up slightly, and all his senses were concentrated on the shoulder where she pushed him away. The warm palms set off a prairie fire, and the tentacles drove him to straighten up. Even if he did not stand completely, he was already at a height where he was looking down at her.
.
His pale and sharp finger bones were pressed against the edge of the glass pool. His handsome face was dotted with soft and moist dark green hair, which was slightly curved and laid softly on his forehead. His eyes looked particularly magnificent due to the refraction of the light.
The trance is like an abyss, which is frightening.
His eyes lingered on Tang Rou's face, containing some complex and deep emotions.
"soft……"
He shouted again, and his tentacles wrapped around her tighter.
"What's wrong?" Tang Rou was anxious about No. 17's sudden change of mood, feeling inexplicably afraid.
The tentacles wrapped around her wrist, pulling Tang Rou almost to his waist. Her sight was directly occupied by the graceful and clear muscles. He spoke softly, and his voice was unusually low and hoarse, like uneven breathing.
Sound, the tentacle that drove her wrist pulled her to the neglected tentacle, driving her fingers to touch it.
The tentacles of the cold-blooded creature are ice-cold and covered with a slippery film of water.
Tang Rou raised her head and met the eager look of No. 17. Those jewel-like eyes looked at her earnestly, and her voice even had a hint of pleading.
"Rou, I did that just now, please..."
Tang Rou was a little surprised. When did he say these two words?
At that time, Ai Ai looked like a puppy wagging its tail to its owner, eager for his attention and caress.
...It does look very much like a puppy.
Tang Rou was a little unsure, "Why do you want me to...touch you?"
The young man blinked his moist green eyes, a little confused. He couldn't tell it himself, but his eyes were becoming more eager and eager. His thin lips with extremely pale color were pressed together, and his teeth were ravaging the lips helplessly.
He looked extremely pitiful.
Tang Rou asked, "Is it because you were injured two days ago and are you too scared?"
The alien creatures from the deep sea didn't know what fear was, but they longed for her touch, so they nodded in panic, responded randomly, and followed her words, pretending to be scared.
"Afraid...scared...scared..."
Did she want to be comforted by the owner? Tang Rou patted his head obediently and pinched his ears, "Don't be afraid, you are safe."
He came closer, narrowed his eyes, and his long, delicate eyelashes trembled.
"The experimental cabins in Area S are being reinforced, so something like that won't happen again."
She stroked his head like a kitten or puppy, but that was not what No. 17 wanted.
He couldn't open his eyes enough and became restless again. He almost climbed out of the glass box with his tall and straight body.
"Don't move!" It was too late for Tang Rou to stop her, as more and more tentacles crawled out of the water tank.
Splashes of water continued to overflow from the wide glass fiber reinforced plastic, as if someone had stirred up a tsunami.
Butterflies flutter their wings and sea water bursts.
"Don't make trouble, No. 17, stop." She avoided the splashes and restless tentacles, but still couldn't stop the escaped experiment.
The octopus felt that the cold blood flow in his body was accelerating, and even produced a faint feeling of warmth. He was sure that the trembling feeling was transmitted from the skin where the owner's fingertips were touching, and it was like an electric current, setting off a wave of excitement in his body.
Unbearable current.
The magic fingertips landed on his arm, and even if they scratched lightly, they were like soft whips hitting the flesh that had no backhand strength, bringing about an unbearable and complicated feeling.
He was a little dazed, and the internal organs in his chest beat frequently and violently, driving his eardrums, and he heard the sound of electric shock again and again.
Too nervous, he was very nervous.
I was about to die because I was nervous.
He liked Tang Rou, her touch, proximity, breathing, her voice, hair, nails, her smile, her soothing, her empty eyes when she was in a daze, and the slightly upward curve of her hair.
I like the inadvertent wrinkles on her uniform, the way she narrows her eyes when she's happy, and the white teeth that show on her lips when she smiles.
He loves her and is willing to give his life.
Does she want his life?
He lowered his head and thought, really starting to get scared.
He is willing to sacrifice his life, but what if she doesn't accept it?
"Afraid...Rou, afraid."
He followed her words, and his delicate eyelashes were like broken feathers, hanging down helplessly, looking as melancholy as a wandering nobleman.
Tang Rou heard his voice while avoiding, raised her eyes and saw his helpless eyes.
"Rou, I'm...scared."
Tang Rou was stunned.
The clothes on her body were completely soaked by the water, and they felt uncomfortable against her body. Large swaths of water poured out of the glass cabin and overflowed the tank with a splashing sound. Water was everywhere on the floor, making it look like a mess.
The instigator of all this looked extremely panicked. His handsome face, which was clearly devoid of warmth and expression, was filled with the confusion of fear of being abandoned.
He opened his hands and almost begged, "Come on, don't leave..."
Tang Rou felt that things were getting weirder and weirder, "What are you afraid of? Can you tell me?"
Could it be that a stress reaction occurred after experiencing trauma? A psychological and emotional disorder?
After all, Aslan said that there were hundreds of experimental subjects attacking him. It would be understandable if there were psychological shadows - but the premise of all this is that the other party has universal feelings.
While she was lost in thought, the other party became more urgent. Before Tang Rou could react, his tentacles quickly wrapped around her waist, arms, and shoulders, wrapping Tang Rou layer by layer, causing her to stagger slightly.
"soft……"
The young man whispered her name and placed his head on her neck, "Rou..."
From a distance, they look like lovers whispering to each other.
"Rou, I'm afraid, don't leave."
The low and gentle voice lingered from her collarbone to her ears. Tang Rou felt a sense of crisis of losing control and pushed the person outward, "Stop, No. 17, you can't do this."
His waist was restrained by him.
"How is it?" he asked, his voice close to her ears, and his cold words frightened her.
Her hair also began to get wet, and the force of the push was unbearable in his eyes. With a gentle twist, the two of them completely turned into a hug.
The little octopus hugged her shoulders with its slender humanoid arms. Tang Rou felt that her feet were already hanging in the air and could not touch the ground, and her body was forced to press against his cold and hollow chest.
But the young man who forcibly surrounded her gently and helplessly hugged her waist, his whole body trembling and stiff.
Keep repeating, "I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."
As he spoke, he bit her hanging hair and nestled his head on her neck with nostalgia.
He doesn't know how to kiss, and he doesn't understand the meaning of kissing in human society. He just wants to get closer to her. His biological instinct makes him want to engulf the person in one bite and hide it in his body, but he has no way to do it and no method.
So he bit her hair and expressed his love for the owner in this way.