"Rou." The young man's eyebrows are handsome and picturesque. He has an abstinent face, but his eyes convey lingering and sticky love, "Okay, I miss you..."
At this moment, Tang Rou's mood was extremely complicated.
She used to play with her twenty-four filial son, Little Octopus, and was very happy. At that time, Tang Rou didn't have any psychological burden. She would often gently squeeze his tentacles and then squeeze his face, causing him to shrink back in shame.
Even when he reached out to touch her and hug her, he innocently thought it was funny.
Especially in summer, the ice is cool and very cooling.
The moment when motherly love goes sour is when the other person wants her to eat her up, with a burning look on her face.
This is a bit strange.
Based on the analysis of animal habits, and considering Tang Rou's own gender, there is really only one possibility for a cold-blooded creature like the octopus to be willingly eaten by the opposite sex...
Tang Rou walked with heavy steps, facing the other party's bright eyes, and walked to him, struggling desperately.
"Rou..." He leaned close to her, like a sunflower yearning for the sun.
She raised her hand and touched her good son's dark green wet hair. He immediately lowered his eyes and obediently pressed against her palm, with the tip of his tail curled and curled up happily.
Tang Rou asked carefully, "No. 17, can you tell me why you want... to let me eat you?"
When I say this sentence, there is an astringent feeling that cannot be described but can only be understood.
No. 17 did not speak. He opened his jewel-like dark green eye masks, looking like he wanted to express but was embarrassed.
Finally, it turned into action, and he stretched his tentacle towards her mouth with a slight shake.
"..."
Tang Rou felt cold in her heart.
Some dishonest tentacles quietly climbed up her legs, entangled her clothes, and hooked her waist even further.
Just like before, he wanted to quietly draw her over and put her into his arms.
Tang Rou panicked and pushed him away, "No, just say..."
He was pushed away easily as if he had no strength, and then came back like a roly-poly. He lowered his head and said in a very soft voice, "I want it, give it to Rou, eat it."
His expression was so sincere that Tang Rou felt even colder.
"Originally, it was meant to be given to Rou..."
The octopus young man's brows were soft, and his dark green eyes contained traces of affection that were inconsistent with his terrifying identity.
Tang Rou is the only reason for him to stay in this world that he doesn't like and has no place that attracts him.
"Rou, let me stay." He was a little shy, but still opened his pure and clean eyes, looking up at Tang Rou who was standing outside the tank, "Because, Rou, I don't want to leave."
What's the meaning?
Tang Rou smelled a clue in these words.
"Stay for me? Do you know where you come from?"
This question was avoided by him. The young man pursed his very pale lips, and his wet eyes fell on Tang Rou's lower abdomen. He spoke clearly and with a sense of expectation filled with mist.
"Giving you nourishment is the meaning of my existence."
Each word is understandable, but put together it is hard to understand.
Tang Rou lowered her head, watching his movements becoming tighter and clingier, and wherever he looked -
Lower abdomen.
My eyesight went dark.
Five thunders struck.
What was even more unfortunate was that she remembered the marine biology course she had taken in college and tried to deceive herself into misunderstanding him.
Male octopuses in the ocean, like lovers in love, court through caressing, entangled and caressed the female they like with their tentacles...
And the male octopus will choose to become the food of the female octopus after mating to provide nutrients for the reproduction of the female octopus.
Tang Rou was almost knocked unconscious by this thunder.
She looked at the child who was only two or three years old in her heart so far in astonishment...
No, she was wrong.
How could there be a child in this world with eight-pack abs and deep facial features and clear muscle lines!
She was so wrong!
Tang Rou first covered No. 17's eyes and asked in a loud voice, "What are you looking at?" It was full of bluff.
The other person remained obedient and motionless while being held by her. He even felt pleasure from the contact with her skin, and his eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, like two feathers, constantly teasing Tang Rou's palm.
More and more translucent tentacles crawled out of the cabin and rolled her into his arms little by little.
Frightened, Empress Tang Roucang retreated and pulled away the tentacles wrapped around her body, looking sluggish and in need of cardiac resuscitation.
The young man froze and looked at her blankly.
It seemed that her feelings were hurt by her action of pulling away the tentacles.
The wet hair hung down on the pale face, giving off a melancholy and sad fragile feeling. He didn't understand why his Rou wanted to run away and why she seemed so resistant to him.
"Rou..." he shouted, "Don't want me anymore?"
Such resistance made him feel sad, and the tail of his eyes drooped, like a poor puppy abandoned by its owner.
"soft……"
he shouted aggrievedly.
Tang Rou felt that she needed to calm down.
…
Evening, area d.
Asselan and Jiang Youning from the Genetic Engineering Secretariat stared at each other until the other party finally lost and reluctantly handed her a document.
"It's approved, take it away."
Aslan raised his hand and pulled it away, snorting coldly.
Unexpectedly, after walking a few steps, Jiang Youning's slightly mocking voice came, "Why are you pulling me? Otherwise I will be dumped."
His steps paused, Aslan maintained his arrogance and straightened his back.
It wasn't until I walked around the corner that my tense shoulders relaxed, and the look on my face became disappointed.
She leaned against the glass wall and sat down next to the underwater tunnel, staring blankly at the man-made seawater above her head.
What happened to being dumped? Is it embarrassing to be dumped?
Why does Jiang Youning always laugh at her about this?
Aslan's eyes were sore. He lowered his head and rubbed it with the back of his hand. When he turned his head, he saw an ugly guy hiding among the seaweed and secretly watching her.
The skin all over his body was reddish-brown, with strange lumps and blood vessels floating around, like a deformed brain.
Aslan twitched the corner of his mouth, patted his chest again and blurted out, "What the hell, you scared me to death."
The subject behind the seaweed froze and shrank back, trying to cover his ugly and huge body with swaying aquatic plants.
After a while, he cautiously poked his head out and looked towards her with dark eyes.
Aslan's scalp was numb at the sight and he took a few steps back.
The thing turned its back to her and covered its face with its bloated arms.
It looks like he is inferior to himself.
Athelan suddenly felt guilty.
These things were once people, and they still retain their thinking.
If you act like this, will you hurt the other person's feelings?
The monster did not leave, and the swaying algae could not cover its huge and bloated body.
Aslan raised his hand and knocked on the glass, shouting, "The clowns."
The shadow behind the seaweed froze.
She hooked her fingers and said, "Come here."
The subject slowly lowered his arms and moved a little away from the algae, half closing his eyes and not daring to look at her.
That clumsy look actually made Aslan laugh, "He is a cute ugly guy."