Recently, there were two out-of-control situations on the 17th, both times related to Tang Rou.
According to biological habits, octopuses are solitary creatures that form lifelong partners. They will only get close to their first partner and will attack people who are close to their partner. They have a strong sense of territory.
Obviously, Tang Rou has been regarded as his first partner.
His possessiveness is so strong that Tang Rou is worried that she may be unable to control the future.
No. 17 noticed that the owner's eyes were on her and became happy. He hooked his tentacle around her wrist and asked with his eyes, "What's wrong?"
Tang Rou stroked his slightly curly hair, "Alfino, don't you want me to talk to others?"
No. 17 nodded honestly, "I don't want to."
She asked again, "Then you don't want me to have contact with others, do you?"
He continued to nod without hesitation.
Tang Rou pondered for a while and said, "Humans are social animals. We are used to living in groups and making friends. We may even start our own family in the future."
This sentence exceeded No. 17's understanding, and he asked sincerely, "What is family?"
"Family is a place where you live for a long time and a place where you can rest."
The young man seemed to understand. The sticky substance was wrapped around her clothes, and the suction cup sucked intimately, "Is this Rou's family?"
Tang Rou suddenly felt that this topic was a bit cruel to him.
These experimental subjects with advanced intelligence have never left the base since their birth. In their eyes, the world is only as big as this laboratory.
Tell him this, I'm afraid he won't understand.
"Here... not." Tang Rou's voice was harsh and she pinched his ears, "Family is a social unit based on blood and emotion. Members of the same family will survive, cooperate and reproduce together."
The young man's eyes widened a bit, his dark green pupils flickering, his long and slender eyelashes fluttering, his fingers quietly hooked hers, and he asked shyly,
"Am I, a soft, family member?"
no.
Tang Rou answered in her heart.
He is an experiment belonging to the Tower of Babel.
Tang Rou is a breeder who has an employment relationship with the Tower of Babel and is assigned to his project, nothing more.
But he obviously didn't think so. The young man looked into her eyes expectantly, feeling secretly happy.
His ignorance and simplicity made the tip of Tang Rou's nose suddenly sore, and an increasingly strong astringent feeling surged in her heart.
No. 17 said slowly, "Rou is my family."
Softness is his whole world.
He has no expectations for this world, his only expectation is his own owner.
Her smile, body temperature, voice, and touch intertwined into the only color of this cold cage. He was just one of her, but she was all of him.
Tang Rou took a deep breath and forced herself to finish what she had prepared, "Family also includes the institution of marriage. In the future, I may get married, have a husband and even have children. What will happen then, won't you allow me to have contact with them?
"
Octopus' seemingly cold and handsome face reveals an innocence and inexperience that belies his appearance.
"Marriage, again, what does it mean?"
All right.
Tang Rou felt like a witch who was scaring children. She had to teach her a lesson before scaring them.
"Marriage means two people become legal partners, spend the rest of their lives together, and can also give birth to life together, that is, children."
The young man's face was full of eagerness to try, and his eyes were burning.
Tang Rou said, "It's not with you. I will have a husband in the future. It's with him."
The warmth in those eyes suddenly faded and became frozen.
"No, okay." He refused.
Tang Rou shook her head, "I'm not discussing with you, I'm just letting you know in advance."
"no!"
He repeated it, with a mixture of anger and fear on his face. Due to excessive panic, the muscle lines on his arms were tight and stiff, and the tendons were clear.
Tang Rou looked at him quietly, waiting for the other person to digest her emotions.
The handsome young man with dark hair and dark eyes half-closed his eyes, as if he was undergoing mental torture. He was like a seriously injured wild deer, his body was slightly arched, and his tentacles were curled up and wrapped around him like a small animal that had lost its spirit.
surround him.
The whole person showed a fragile sense of autism, and the expression on his face was one of almost painful struggle.
Tang Rou left him to think, and went out to grind a hand-cranked cup.
When he came back, No. 17 was still at her table. He saw her walking over, pursed her lips, and her eyes became firm, as if she had made an extremely difficult and solemn decision.
Tang Rou took a sip of coffee and asked him, "What's wrong?"
No. 17 held her hand and said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you get married. I'll accompany you."
"...cough cough cough."
Tang Rou choked unexpectedly, and the young man immediately patted her on the back with concern in his eyes, "Little heart."
She stared at him in disbelief. She didn't expect that he had been thinking seriously for so long and actually wanted to——
"You are acting like a mistress."
"What, is it, mistress?" He looked innocent.
If you really have to explain this kind of thing, it feels like you are bringing up a bad child. Tang Rou said concisely and concisely, "It's your behavior that will be despised by others."
The little octopus was thoughtful and said that he didn't care whether he was spurned or not.
He didn't even care about humans except Tang Rou.
Tang Rou shook her head, "This is a morally corrupt thing. Others will not only scold you, but they will also scold me."
The young man lowered his head silently and thought for a while, then looked at her aggrievedly, "No, I, can't, without Rou."
"..." Tang Rou said, "But I have a husband, what should I do?"
The young man felt even more aggrieved, his thin lips pursed into a tight line, his dark green eyes were as clear and moist as if they had been washed by lake water, and his face became increasingly pale.
He seemed to have made a more difficult decision and compromised, "Rou and I will live together, and Rou's husband will also live together."
Tang Rou, "Pfft..."
Then he took out a few pieces of paper with an apologetic look, and hurriedly wiped the coffee that had sprayed on the little octopus's face, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...Pfft hahaha."
The way he seriously wants to be a mistress is so funny.
The young man let her wipe it randomly with a serious look on his face, "What's up?"
Tang Rou asked, "Do you know what you are talking about?"
He nodded, "I know." He decided that he wanted to join that family.
In short, we must first break into the enemy's interior, and then find an opportunity to kill her husband - No. 17 is calm on the surface, but evil and fearful in his heart.
Tang Rou, "..."
Help, the topic is starting to go in a weird direction.
This is some kind of drama about an infatuated beautiful man having sex for love.
She asked curiously, "Would you tolerate sharing me with others? And, what about our children?"
He was shy and gently sucked her wrist with his tentacles.
Tang Rou hurriedly added, "I mean, my husband and I's children are not yours." Just kidding, there is reproductive segregation between different races.
The little octopus was cruel for a second, "No, we can't have children." His greatest kindness was to accept the unknown husband to live with them.
"No, assuming it already exists... I love my child very much. If you hurt him, I will hate you."
"No!" He answered quickly, his pupils trembling.
I was so anxious that I became fluent in speaking.
How can Rou hate him! Absolutely not.
The young man struggled for a while, with an extremely painful look on his face, and then he said solemnly and solemnly, as if he had made a major decision, "Then I, together with Rou, will love her."
Tang Rou was really surprised, "Then will you take care of my child?"
"meeting."
Little octopus takes care of her baby...
Tang Rou couldn't help but snorted again, she was teased like a pea shooter by him. While saying sorry, she took out paper and wiped her mouth with joy. She laughed and tremblingly wiped away the coffee beads hanging on the young man's eyelashes and put them down.
cup.
I can't drink this coffee.
She suppressed her smile and pretended to be distressed, "That's not your child."
Octopus's eyebrows were twisted into knots, but he still nodded.
"That's right, I love her."
"How much love?"
"Love her like our child." He showed a shy face again.
A bit cute.
...No, wait.
In this hypothetical story, where is her husband?
The plot of her raising a child with her mistress is not quite right, right?
Tang Rou hit her head again. She was thinking about all kinds of nonsense, but she actually started to discuss it with him seriously.