Tang Rou didn't realize what the so-called reward was.
The mermaid raised her hand and held her face.
His gaze fell into those silver eyes without warning, as if he was sucked into a bright and deep whirlpool in an instant.
Thoughts were peeled off in an instant.
She relaxed like a puppet, her eyes lost focus, and her nose smelled the alluring scent of blood.
It was like the lotus hiding in the snow-capped mountains all year round, dark and unable to find traces, until the other person raised his hand, revealing the scratched palm.
She ignorantly followed her instinct and moved closer to the place where the blood was oozing.
The mermaid's other hand clasped her shoulder and squeezed it gently. She had already grabbed that hand and leaned forward.
The warm hair fell on his body, and all he could see was the soft top of his hair. The mermaid retracted her hand, deliberately closing the distance, and placed her free hand on the back of her head, gently smoothing her hair.
"Take your time, don't rush."
The blood of mermaid is so sweet to a newly reborn human being.
Reborn by his blood.
Create a desire and dependence on his blood.
This unique and intimate connection makes human beings happy.
He was so reserved that he half-closed his eyes, feeling her lick like a small animal coming from his palm.
The feeling she gave was so vivid that she even tried to stick out her teeth, but the mermaid who noticed her intention grabbed her chin in time.
He patiently advised, "Don't use your teeth to devour my flesh and blood, or you won't be able to bear it."
Tang Rou's eyes were unfocused, obviously she didn't understand.
The mermaid looked at her for a long time, then suddenly sighed, gently held the back of her neck, brushed away her broken hair, and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"Get some reward."
…
Tang Rou had a dream.
This dream had no beginning. When she regained consciousness, she found herself standing in the corridor.
From the layout of the corridor, she could vaguely tell that it was the corridor of her hotel apartment, but it was different.
The lamp seemed to be broken, flickering dimly.
Thick and smelly black mucus overflowed from the corners of the corridor, like viable cancer cells. They were constantly dividing, multiplying, and regenerating one after another, almost covering the entire corridor.
Just when Tang Rou thought she was the only one in this empty world, she heard a series of strange, staggering footsteps.
Following the sound, I turned my head and saw a figure standing in a strange posture not far away.
He turned his back to Tang Rou and walked slowly in the opposite direction to her, with his head lowered and his upper body slightly bent, as if his legs could not bear the heavy torso, almost crushing his upper body.
Walking very slowly and moving weirdly.
As he walked, he stopped at the door of a certain room and turned his neck stiffly.
Tang Rou pinched her palm and felt pain, but she was sure it was a dream.
Because there is no reflection of myself on the glass window next to me.
She does not belong to this world, but she observes all this happening from a third perspective.
Tang Rou walked closer to that person and could not hear her own footsteps.
The corridor is deep and long, with windows tightly closed. Outside the windows is a thick black mist, trapping everything in an unknown and strange swamp.
She watched helplessly as the strange-looking man began to smash the door, so hard that the glass window trembled.
Before Tang Rou came close, he had already penetrated the door with terrifying force, then stepped up and walked in.
There seemed to be an inaudible scream coming from the room.
Then, Tang Rou saw the blood slowly seeping out along the floor like a winding river.
Her instinct told her not to go there, otherwise she would see a terrifying scene.
But this was all too familiar. This corridor and the door he broke into were so familiar that Tang Rou felt like she had seen them before.
Tang Rou walked forward and saw a pair of feet first.
A pair of feet wearing white slippers lay on the ground, splattered with blood.
Then, she saw the strange man lying on the woman who was covered in blood with eyes open and tearing her flesh greedily.
That woman's face is Aslan.
…
When she woke up, the mermaid was looking at her quietly.
Seeing her eyes suddenly open and gasping for breath, he raised his hand to gently wipe away the cold sweat from her forehead and asked softly, "What did you see?"
Tang Rou was so nervous that she didn't realize the weirdness of his question, so she opened her cell phone and dialed Aslan.
"Atherland, don't open the door, don't open the door."
After a long while, a voice came from the other side, "There is no beginning or end, what are you talking about?"
Tang Rou was stunned.
The ambient sound in the receiver was very noisy, and Atherlan was obviously not at home.
"Where are you?"
"Stop talking about it, I'm shopping on the 37th floor. Are you coming or not? The elevator will stop in half an hour. Don't expect me to climb the stairs to help you..."
Tang Rou breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed like it was just a nightmare.
"It's okay, I still have enough in the refrigerator. After you finish shopping, go home early, lock the door and don't go out."
Before hanging up the phone, I heard Aslan muttering to himself, "What are you talking about?"
Tang Rou took a moment to clear out those horrific images from her mind, and at the same time wondered why she had fallen asleep just now.
Turning around, I found that the mermaid was distracted.
Tang Rou checked the wound on the fish tail and found that there was no further bleeding.
"Oh, by the way, the story of daffodils I just told you."
Tang Rou smiled at the mermaid.
"I wonder what you think of the name Narcissus?"
He was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came to his senses. Tang Rou's figure was reflected in his platinum silver eyes.
"good."
The mermaid responded softly.
.
In order to prevent running out of power after a power outage, Tang Rou charged the UPS uninterruptible power supply device.
Not long after, I heard the doorbell, opened the door, and Aslan walked in carrying large and small bags.
"I heard your voice on the phone was miserable. I came here to see you. What's going on?"
Tang Rou walked to the bathroom, winked at the mermaid, and closed the door, "It's nothing, I just had a nightmare."
"It's just a nightmare that scares you like this? Did you dream about me?"
Tang Rou didn't tell her about the terrible dream and lied casually, "I dreamed that your floor was on fire."
"There's a fire and you won't let me open the door. Why, are you afraid that I won't be able to escape?"
"..."
The circle will never come back.
Now that Aslan is here, he won't leave without having dinner with Tang Rou.
Unfortunately, the meal took too long. When she wanted to go back, the power supply to the elevator had stopped. Tang Rou lived on the 172nd floor, and Aslan was on the 200th floor.
Climbing up dozens of floors can be fatal.
After thinking about it, Aslan turned back to Tang Rou's house and said shamelessly, "For the sake of the nightmare you just had, I will sleep with you for the night."
Tang Rou opened her mouth slightly and subconsciously looked towards the bathroom.
Aslan was confused, "What have you been looking at since just now? Your toilet exploded?"
"..."
After the central air conditioner stopped, the indoor temperature continued to rise in summer.
Aslan took off his coat and said, "That's good. I'll take a shower first."
"Wait a minute!" Tang Rou put her clothes back on with a swipe, and ran towards the bathroom while saying, "You throw out the trash for me first, and I will collect the unwashed clothes in the bathroom!"