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Chapter 97

Running towards the temporary laboratory, her movements were too fast. Tang Rou felt someone hit her shoulder and staggered half a step backward.

"Feel sorry……"

She turned around as she spoke, only to find that there was no one behind her.

Tang Rou was alone in the entire corridor, and no one bumped into her at all.

Is it an illusion?

She rubbed her shoulders and continued running towards the temporary office.

Due to the tsunami and the power outage, Tang Rou had not seen No. 17 for many days. She opened the door and saw the pale young man lying in the corner, and her heart suddenly lifted.

"Alfino..."

She quickly walked over and held the young man's shoulders, her hands feeling cold.

The other party raised his eyes, pursed his lips, and did not look at her.

He looked lonely and aggrieved.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Why are you lying here?" Tang Rou took the young man's arm and checked it up and down, not noticing the fluttering and trembling eyelashes of the young man.

Tang Rou really thought he was feeling unwell at first. No. 17's eyelids were half closed and he was not energetic. He looked really weak.

But the other party's tentacles went against its owner's will and rolled over happily, happily wrapping around Tang Rou's waist and wrists.

"..."

Tang Rou looked at those tentacles with a suspicious expression.

No. 17 was obviously a little angry at his uncontrollable reaction. He tugged on the disobedient tentacle, raised his eyes and quickly glanced at Tang Rou, turning his head to the side.

Full of overwhelming feelings of guilt.

...What kind of little fool is this?

"Still angry?"

Tang Rou pulled his tentacles, and the young man immediately pulled them back, reluctantly biting her fingertips.

"..." Why does it feel a little cute?

Tang Rou turned to pull his wrist, "Alfino, are you ignoring me?

The other party stiffened for a moment and still didn't speak, as if he was sulking.

But her willpower seemed to be very unstable. Her wrist was held in her hand and swayed from side to side as if it were boneless. Her long and dense dark green eyelashes trembled, and she looked like she wanted to look back.

"I'm sorry for making you unhappy." Tang Rou gently pulled his wrist, and the other party turned around obediently, showing that she had no intention of struggling.

"Alphinaud, that mermaid saved my life more than once. Without him, I might have died. So when he was hurt, should I also save him?"

Tang Rou reached out and pushed aside the wet hair from the young man's forehead, revealing those beautiful dark green eyes like gems.

The young man trembled, lowered his eyelashes and half-concealed his expression, avoiding looking at her. She did not force it, but brushed back the moist hair on her fingertips and pushed it behind his ear. Her voice became softer,

"If it weren't for him, you might never see me again. Thinking about it differently, if I don't know you, but you saved my life, then when you are in danger, do you want me to save you?

?”

Tang Rou patiently reasoned with him.

"So, forgive me."

In fact, No. 17 had lost sight of what she was saying a long time ago. His senses were infinitely amplified, and his attention could only be focused on the soft fingertips painted on her forehead. What she said was more like music. I could only appreciate it, but not listen to it.

Great understanding.

So No. 17 only captured the words "I'm sorry" and "Forgive me".

He couldn't help it long ago, his eyes were extremely shaken, and his stubborn persistence was completely forgotten.

Facing gentle words and gentle touches, he was even more defeated. He pursed his lips and gently rubbed his fingertips on the back of her hand.

I miss her so much, why would I be angry?

No, no, no, you should be angry.

She left with someone else.

The half-octopus experimental subject was rarely entangled for a while, and his longing for Tang Rou took over without any suspense. He compromised in his heart, raised his hand to support her chin, and touched her cheek repeatedly with his other hand, asking distressedly,

"Does it hurt?"

Tang Rou realized that he was talking about the accidental scratch before.

He was about to attack the mermaid, but Tang Rou stood in front of him. The tentacle that she couldn't avoid swept across her cheek, causing her to blush a little.

Tang Rou nodded.

"painful."

The young man immediately showed a look of pain and remorse.

He carefully held her face, like holding a fragile crystal glass, and blew gently.

The eyebrows and eyes carefully carved by God are full of self-blame and sadness, as if he has committed some unforgivable sin, and those eyes full of emotions seem to be about to shed tears in the next second.

Tang Rou let him play for a long time, then heard him ask softly,

"Does it still hurt?"

She suddenly recalled that when No. 17 had just entered the mature stage, she was doing a splitting experiment. He didn't have the powerful healing ability now, and many wounds healed very slowly. Tang Rou gave him medicine while blowing air.

Just like what he is doing now.

Seeing his clumsy way of trying to please, Tang Rou couldn't help but laugh.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, thank you."

But No. 17's expression did not become lighter. He seemed to feel more and more regretful as he thought about it, and grabbed her hand.

"Hit me……"

As he spoke, he held Tang Rou's hand and asked her to hit him in the face.

He looked more upset than she did.

Tang Rou hurriedly stopped No. 17, "It doesn't hurt anymore. It really doesn't hurt anymore. I'm also at fault for this injury." She wanted to divert the other person's attention to prevent this stupid kid from getting into trouble.

I happened to see something in one of his tentacles.

A lock of hair.

Tang Rou thought for a moment, took out a small bag with straps from her bag, and stretched out her hand towards him.

"Give me your hair."

The young man opened his eyes slightly and looked at her in disbelief, his eyes full of hurt.

He hid it back, guarding his hair like a treasure.

Before Tang Rou could speak, he said, "Sorry, I'm sorry."

...Why did you suddenly admit your mistake? What kind of tactical apology is this?

"Punishment, I don't want to take it away."

The pleading look in the young man's eyes was so pitiful that Tang Rou felt soft in her heart, but there was really a problem with his understanding.

"Give it to me first."

She crossed her fingers and repeated it.

No. 17 never went against her will and sadly put the strand of hair into her hand.

Tang Rou put it in the bag and packed it, then pulled the drawstring and hung it around his neck.

"This way you can wear it without having to hold it all the time."

The direction of things seemed to be beyond his expectation. The octopus lowered his head and raised his hand to touch the small bag, unable to react for a long time.

"Rou..." he trailed off, held her hand, and murmured shyly and greenly, "You are so kind..."

Why is she so good?

Every word she spoke was like a spell. Although she was so gentle, she had the ability to make him surrender.

Tang Rou still had a report to submit. After confirming that there was nothing wrong on the 17th, she sat at the table and turned on the computer.

The little octopus seemed to be suffering from skin hunger. It completely ignored the water tank and insisted on sticking to her. It seemed that it wanted to put all the stickers it had accumulated after not seeing it for so long back in just this moment.

Tang Rou thought that the other person had been wronged, so she patiently opened the tentacles again and again, pushed him aside repeatedly, and wrote the report with difficulty.

This is a piece of information that needs to be provided to Hotdam. The thought of telling these experimental subjects that he is about to go on a long business trip gives him a headache.

It happened that her wrist was shaking and someone called her. Tang Rou pushed away No. 17 and picked up the phone.

The young man pursed his lips and looked at her back, and was attracted by the picture on the screen. He wanted to know what was so attractive that the owner even forgot to coax him.

As a result, I can't read human words.

He touched Tang Rou's cushion again and dipped the water on his hand, leaving a wet mark.

The young man felt a little guilty and tried to wipe her, but the more he wiped her, the more she got wet, so he gave up.

After a while, she couldn't help but touch her computer again.

As soon as I touched it, there was a "sizzling" sound and the computer screen turned off.

The young man's pupils were shaking. After two seconds of panic, he voluntarily returned to the water tank.

Pretend nothing happened.


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