Aslan felt that the tentacles full of hostility towards him were farther away, the green color clinging to the door handle faded, and Tang Rou's back in front of her was thin, but looked particularly reliable.
She didn't look back and said to Aslan, "You go out first."
Aslan woke up and showed a complicated expression, "Then I'll go to the parking lot first. Come quickly."
Then without hesitation, he quickly turned the door handle and left.
After Aslan left, the tension in the young man's body relaxed a lot.
Tang Rou grabbed the softened tentacle and stroked it slowly to soothe him until the skin on the tentacle turned blue inch by inch, which was a sign of accelerated blood flow.
He couldn't help but raise his head.
"Rou, don't..."
The low and hoarse tone was like a cello, and the overwhelming tentacles behind her were like blooming weird flowers, and like an open net, slowly closing in on her.
"soft……"
He called her name again and again.
Tang Rou asked softly, "What don't you want?"
The young man was so attracted by her feather-light voice that he couldn't think. Only a hint of grievance was expressed in his dark green eyes.
There is deep love there.
"No, boyfriend."
The tentacles clenched Tang Rou's fingers, looking very uneasy.
"Want me."
It looks aggrieved, pitiful, and depressed.
He approached cautiously, lowered his condescending body, buried his handsome and delicate face in her neck as if to please, and called her name in a low voice.
"Rou, I feel very, very uncomfortable."
The slender human-like fingers caressed her earlobe, and she couldn't let go of the warm touch.
He didn't dare to use force for fear of hurting her.
Human beings are very fragile, and owners are very fragile.
"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Tang Rou raised her hand and patted his shoulder, "Relax, I'm here."
Every sound she made became the poison that made him fall.
How wonderful would it be if we could hide her in our heart and carry her with us everywhere?
The young man raised his head and touched her face. His voice was urgent and pleading, "Here..." He found her hand and pressed it on her chest.
Where the palm rested, there was no heartbeat.
But at this moment, Tang Rou knew that it was completely over.
The family relationship that she had always believed unilaterally was ruthlessly torn away from the hazy veil, revealing the true appearance of the burning emotions. The overwhelming tentacles slowly shrank, no longer aggressive, and slowly circled around her.
With.
Tang Rou pulled away her hand and touched his forehead. He immediately pressed close to her, sticking to her palm and refusing to let her go, "Touch, I..."
She has a face as cold as ice, but her behavior is like coquettishness, and her cello-like tone teases her eardrums and falls on her heart.
Tang Rou could only touch his ears and then his chin.
Touching his neck, he suddenly gasped sharply.
Tang Rou immediately pulled away her hand, "Okay, let go of me."
He lowered his eyes, obviously unwilling.
"Be obedient, Alphinaud." Tang Rou's voice was not loud, "Have you forgotten what we said before?"
He looked at her stubbornly, as if he couldn't accept it.
It's like someone is trying to remove the ribs from your body, pulling and torturing.
"Where are you going?" he asked sadly.
"I'm just going to have dinner. I'm a human being. I can't get energy without eating." She explained patiently, like a kindergarten teacher communicating with children.
"You know, humans are social animals, and I can't be separated from society, right?"
"So, boyfriend?"
He finally asked what he wanted to ask.
"No boyfriend." This direction was unreasonable, but in order to stabilize him, Tang Rou could only ignore those things for the time being, "I don't want a boyfriend, I just want to eat."
This answer didn't seem to satisfy him either.
Curling her hair in silence, the young man suddenly said softly, "Rou, I, your boyfriend..."
After saying that, he looked at her quickly and then looked away.
Seems to be shy.
Tang Rou felt that she had been frightened enough today, and she would not be surprised no matter what she heard again.
She was already numb.
Tang Rou said helplessly, "You still don't understand the meaning of these three words. I will slowly tell you in the future what is the relationship between boyfriend and girlfriend in a universal sense?"
No. 17 frowned.
This is the most "expression" that Tang Rou has seen him make so far.
He was unhappy again, but at the same time he didn't want to see Tang Rou unhappy, so he suppressed the anger and uneasiness in his heart, pretended to be obedient, nodded, and teased her.
As always, he used seemingly innocent actions to cover up peace and the manic desire to destroy in his heart, and his tentacles became tighter and tighter.
Tang Rou looked at him, "So, don't lose your temper, okay?"
He nodded, grabbed a strand of her hair, crushed it between his fingertips, and couldn't help but open his mouth and bite it.
"..."
Tang Rou was silent, watching him blink at her with moist eyes.
The little octopus liked to bite her hair, which seemed to be a symptom of oral craving. Tang Rou pulled her hair out of his mouth over and over again, and he stubbornly bit it again and again.
Just as he was about to scold him, he met the other person's wet dog eyes.
Fine……
She found the scissors, reluctantly cut off a strand, tied it with a rubber band, and placed it in his palm.
No. 17 felt as if he had found a treasure, but his eyes were filled with distress as he looked at Tang Rou's hair that had been cut short.
Happy and unhappy
"..." Tang Rou looked at his tangled look and found it funny. She raised her hand to touch his wet hair, "It's okay, it will grow out soon."
Her indulgence made him drown.
Seeing that those tentacles were about to wrap around her again, Tang Rou quickly backed away, "No, I have to wear this skirt tonight."
…
After coming out of the office, Tang Rou leaned against the corridor and breathed a deep sigh of relief.
No. 17 has indeed behaved out of control. If she hadn't taken strict precautions today, Aslan would have been in danger.
She didn't dare to think about it.
Tang Rou realized her neck was sore after moving a little. She moved her shoulders and walked towards the door of Area S.
Aslan called, his voice was a little shaky, and asked about Tang Rou's situation on the 17th. She sounded very frightened.
Tang Rou quickly told her that she had been comforted.
Aslan was silent for a while, pretending to be relaxed and urging Tang Rou to get out quickly, but in fact, she was probably still in shock.
Passing by the area in Area S that had not yet been repaired after the last collective loss of control, Tang Rou felt that she was being watched.
Cold, scrutinizing, disappointed.
She paused in her steps and looked around.
No one is there.
She frowned and continued walking forward.
I feel...as if I've forgotten something.
As soon as I walked to the gate of Area S, I saw someone pushing an electric water tank forward. He looked in a hurry and lowered his head without looking at the road. He almost bumped into Tang Rou.
She turned aside to give way to the man, and when she passed by, she realized that it was a familiar face.
It was the middle-aged woman who once asked her to pour potion in District S. Her name seemed to be Qin.
"Director Qin."
Tang Rou shouted.
"Ah?" The woman suddenly raised her head, looking dazed, "What are you doing?"
She looked extremely nervous, and Tang Rou noticed a drop of blood on her raised cheekbone.
"Nothing, just saying hello."
But as soon as he finished speaking, there was a crashing sound from the wall of the heavy water tank that Director Qin was pushing, and dripping water poured out from the gaps in the water tank and fell to the ground.