typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 90 I Want But Don't Say It

He was very happy. It was a new experience to visit the human world with his designated partner. This feeling was strange, but he liked it very much.

Tang Rou is different.

It was a difficult process to drag the mermaid away from the bedding area. She persuaded the mermaid, who was obsessed with floral sheets, to find the men's clothing area and stuff him in.

"This is the right place for you, take your pick."

Tang Rou waved her hand like a rich man taking his girlfriend shopping, "Choose the one you like, take off the tag and give it to me. I'll come over and pay when the power is restored."

Narcissus looked cold and seemed to lack interest.

He walked quickly around the men's leisure area with black, white and blue as the main color, showing a look of disappointment and disgust.

Tang Rou had climbed the most stairs in her life an hour ago, and her nerves had been tense for so long. She finally got a break while sitting on the sofa, and tightened her grip on the boning knife in her hand, feeling like a tide.

welled up in my heart.

As a result, I didn't see it for a while, and the mermaid disappeared again.

She got up with the intention of killing a fish to sacrifice to heaven, searched anxiously, and found him in the women's clothing area.

The handsome blond man was holding up a loose mother's skirt. His face was still expressionless, but the tight corners of his mouth were relieved.

The clear silver eyes were full of admiration.

Tang Rou held her forehead, "This won't work, this isn't suitable for you." This is maternity wear for women!

And - she pulled off the maternity skirt that the mermaid was holding in her hands and shook the translucent lace, "Can this suit you?"

He looked back with a magnanimous look, his eyes stubborn, as if asking, "Why is it not suitable?"

Tang Rou gave up explaining to him that this was an era of freedom of dress, freedom of aesthetics, and freedom of love, but she could not wear maternity skirts with lace trim. This was her bottom line.

Tang Rou attributed the mermaid's strange aesthetics to the fact that he had been raised in an experimental cabin and the only researchers he had seen were wearing black, white and gray base uniforms, so how could he be expected to have any aesthetics.

The Tower of Babel does a lot of harm to fish!

She pulled the person back to the men's clothing area, and the person once again lost interest. His eyes quickly passed over the row of clothes, and then he looked at Tang Rou thoughtfully.

Tang Rou always felt that the way he looked at her was strange.

It’s like the faint pity and disgust an artist feels when he sees a silly child with poor aesthetics.

Tang Rou, "You scolded me."

Mermaid, "...?"

How did she find out?

Tang Rou took him to the pajamas section of the supermarket, found a long nightgown and handed it to him. She discussed it sincerely, "If you really don't want to wear pants, just wear this. We'll talk about the skirt later."

Wearing a security uniform on top and wrapped in a sheet underneath was too unorthodox. Although walking around in a bathrobe was strange, it didn't matter that much.

Tang Rou found another pair of slippers from the shelf and handed it to him. The mermaid didn't take it and showed hesitation towards the pair of dark gray men's slippers.

His eyes wandered across the shelves, landing on a pair of light pink plastic slippers decorated with small purple flowers, and then turned back to observe Tang Rou's reaction.

Looking at her expressionless face, he calmly looked away, found a pair of off-white slippers and stopped to observe her reaction again.

Tang Rou compromised, "White is fine, too." Apart from being intolerant of stains, boys can wear it anyway.

The mermaid reluctantly took out the slippers.

His white feet stepped on the plastic slippers, which gave off a very expensive feeling. He lowered his eyes and looked at them, feeling quite satisfied.

When he returned with Narcissus after changing his clothes, Aslan had already opened fire in the deli area.

"What are you two eating? Seafood noodles?" She paused and looked at the mermaid with her hair pulled up and wrapped in a bathrobe, a little dull, "I changed my look."

It's... pretty good-looking, especially the small piece of delicate and smooth skin exposed by the overlap of the clothes, and the clear and profound collarbone.

"..." Tang Rou silently glanced at the mermaid and politely suggested, "Change it to a land bird."

Aslan was peeling shrimps, then thought of something and went to the freezer to peel them.

Yes, it is indeed not polite to eat other people's own kind.

Foie gras and black truffles, stir-fried snowflake beef, and a plate of raw beef tartare guessing the taste of the mermaid. Anyway, there is no electricity, and the things in the freezer will break if I put them in the freezer, so waste is a waste.

Tang Rou slapped her sore calf and said, "I kind of want to eat spicy hot pot or hot pot."

Asselan looked serious, "Don't eat anything too spicy when you get up early in the morning, as it will irritate your stomach."

It's like discussing what to eat at the dinner table on a calm morning - if you ignore the strange corpse that can be seen not far away.

I have to admit that after staying in the experimental base for several years, their mental endurance has really improved significantly.

Aslan wanted to have a good relationship with this handsome blond man who seemed to have an affair with Tang Rou, so he looked at him expectantly, waiting for the other person to comment on the meal he cooked.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful blond man didn't eat anything on his plate at all, but stared at Tang Rou - with that intense, unignorable look that was full of suggestiveness even though he didn't say a word.

Thinking that he wanted to taste her own, Tang Rou found a clean plate, put some of her own dishes for him, and pushed it in front of him.

The mermaid ate it as expected, using the spoon unskillfully to hook it up and not eating too much. She frowned from time to time, which made Aslan nervous.

After finishing eating, he looked at Tang Rou again.

Tang Rou felt that she was under a lot of pressure and pushed her plate to him, "If you don't mind, let's switch."

As he spoke, he pulled the untouched dish in front of him with chopsticks in front of him.

I thought he liked her plate of fried rice more, but I didn't expect that after the exchange, the other party was still staring at hers, as if he only wanted to eat hers and was not interested in what was on his plate at all.

"..." So the food in other people's bowls is always more fragrant than your own?

Even when Tang Rou was drinking iced Coke, those beautiful eyes stared directly at her again, which made her even more stressed.

He never seemed to say what he wanted, which was different from the experimental subjects in her office who always wanted to act coquettishly, but he would express his needs in another way - staring longingly at people.

Even if you get him an identical bottle, he just wants to drink the bottle in Tang Rou's hand.

Tang Rou had a severe headache, and there were cracks on her usually gentle face.

She resignedly found a cup and poured a little bit from the bottle in her hand to him. She watched him holding the cup and sipping it curiously. His expression was calm with a hint of arrogance, and a hint of arrogance for new things.

novel.

Seeing Tang Rou pampering the blond beauty like a girlfriend who couldn't be coaxed, Aslan said meaningfully, "You two have a really good relationship."

The mermaid narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips reservedly. Tang Rou had a "???" expression on her face.

Sister, where did you see that?

After finishing the meal, Tang Rou put the wind nail boning knife and other tools on the table and exchanged information with Aslan.

Both of their cell phones were out of battery, and it was impractical to climb more than a hundred flights of stairs back home, not to mention that the hotel apartment was extremely dangerous now.

In addition, there are no residents on the entire 37th floor except for the security guards and people on duty in the shopping mall. Moreover, all the above people have been killed, and no one has been found alive so far.

Most of the dead are as shriveled as blood has been drawn and dried. According to limited information, there are aggressive unknown creatures in this building, which will mimic the appearance of the deceased after killing people.

After a brief exchange of information, they decided to return to the first floor and drive to the base. Tang Rou also needed to use instruments to check why the high temperature occurred.

Although the mermaid didn't express it directly, Tang Rou could tell that the mermaid's state was not right. She looked a little tired, emotionally weak, and seemed to be uncomfortable.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next