Diary of Raising a Mermaid

Wen Yu is a stingy.

Lance felt this point.

Wen Yu was silent immediately after Lance said that he wanted to return to the sea.

Afterwards, he took a deep look at Lance, then turned and left without saying a word.

Is this angry?

Lance believes that if Wen Yu is angry, he can understand.

But he really has to tell Wen Yu clearly about this, otherwise if he wants to leave in the future, Wen Yu refuses, and then the two people pull out a bunch of dog blood between them, it will be no good.

"Wen Yu?"

Lance ran to Wen Yu and watched Wen Yu pick up the cleaning tool on one side and clean it up without saying a word. He tried to analyze the right and wrong with Wen Yu.

"Wen Yu, don't ignore me. I'm doing it for your own good. If I stay here, sooner or later you will be besieged by the group of people like this morning... I don't want you to have an accident."

Wen Yu snorted, and it seemed that he didn't intend to respond to Lance.

"You are really naive."

Lance followed Wen Yu with enthusiasm, making an automatic follower. It’s hard to imagine that Lance can talk like people today.

"Whether you are upset or opposed, you should say at least."

Wen Yu still didn't make a single glance, but this time, he used the brush to brush the pool a lot.

Lance glared at the back of Wen Yu's head dissatisfiedly, and then murmured in a low voice:

"Why are you like that black-tailed mermaid, cold war with me inexplicably...you all have the surname Wen."

Wen Yu's body stiffened a bit.

Since Wen Yu was unwilling to talk about this topic, Lance had nothing to do. He had to go up to the pool, stood on it, and said to Wen Yu:

"Forget it, since you are not happy now, then we will talk about this topic after a while."

After speaking, Lance went back to the villa, and he was going to go to sleep.

Wen Yu, who was cleaning up, stopped. He looked at Lance's back with complicated eyes.

Although he had made up his mind that he would send Lance back to the sea, he was really uncomfortable when he was first picked out by Lance.

Are you so anxious to leave him?

However, when Lance consciously returned to sleep in the villa, Wen Yu couldn't help but seriously think of another question—

Lance, why did he go to his bed to sleep so consciously?

Half an hour later, while Lance was still asleep, he suddenly felt that his quilt was lifted, and then he squeezed in by himself.

Lance opened his eyes and took a look, and found Wen Yu came in.

Wen Yu still had water vapor on his body, and it seemed that he had just taken a bath before coming in.

"Have you thought about it?"

Lance yawned, half-asleep, half-awake, he tried to look at Wen Yu, and asked in a sticky voice.

While asking, Lance moved aside to make a place for Wen Yu. He allowed Wen Yu to come in, and the two of them muttered in the darkness.

There were originally two pillows on the bed, Wen Yu and Lance one each.

But Wen Yu insisted on squeezing over. He leaned on Lance's pillow, his black eyes looked at Lance in the darkness, and he gave a soft "um":

"You should go back."

Lance was stunned by Wen Yu's decisive answer, and then he became energetic, and realized that Wen Yu agreed with him to go back. He couldn't help but smile at Wen Yu, revealing a small dimple.

He thought it would take a lot of effort to convince Wen Yu to agree.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yu figured it out so quickly.

After that, the two were speechless for a long time.

In the darkness, Lance relied on his good eyesight to unscrupulously looked at the gentle appearance.

Well, the mermaid's sight is very good, humans shouldn't know that he is watching, right?

Lance thought.

And the more she looked at Wen Yu, the more Lance felt Wen Yu looked like Wencer.

This kind of image not only refers to the appearance of the five sense organs, but also the inner appearance.

It was like Winsor's soul, now in the skin bag in front of him.

Lance was taken aback by his own judgment, and subconsciously wanted to curl up, and with such a move, the foot inadvertently touched Wen Yu’s leg, but only slightly touched Wen Yu’s leg bones, Lance couldn’t help being light. Scream:

"hiss-"

"What's wrong? Do your feet hurt?"

Wen Yu got nervous, he sat up all of a sudden, turned on the light, then lifted the quilt, under the dim light, grabbed Lance's foot and kneaded it in his hand.

Lance’s feet were considered small among humans when he was still a human. He often worries about not being able to buy the right shoe size. Now he has become a mermaid, and then he has changed his feet. His feet... seem to have become a bit smaller.

Now, Wen Yu can wrap his foot with just one hand.

The warm palms wrapped the cold feet, it felt very comfortable, as if someone was holding his fish's tail and combed it from head to toe.

Lance half raised his body, he leaned against the head of the bed, watching the man at the end of the bed wrap his feet, kneading, he didn't feel a little shy doing this.

"Wen Yu."

Lance moved his **** a few times, his feet were still in Wen Yu's hands, but when people approached Wen Yu, he almost grouped himself into a ball, approaching Wen Yu, and asked curiously.

"Why are you so good to me?"

If it was just to report the life-saving grace at sea back then...To be honest, if the roles were changed, Lance himself thought that he couldn't do it like Wen Yu.

At this time, Wen Yu could see Lance as long as he raised his eyes, and he was still pinching Lance's feet.

"Because I like you."

Wen Yu's tone was a little casual,

"Also, it's for myself."

Lance:? ? ?

If you want to send him away, what is it for "self"?

"Why do you always want to go back to the sea?"

Wen Yu asked rhetorically,

"Aren't you human? In theory, shouldn't you like to be in human society?"

Lance opened his mouth and suddenly remembered that at the beginning, he had indeed told Wen Yu that he was a human thing, and Wen Yu had promised to help find it.

"According to my search, I only know that you used to be the "victim" of the Queen Mary."

Wen Yu said unhurriedly, while still squeezing Lance's foot lightly and hard, playing like a play.

"Your parents received a donation in the later period. They could have enjoyed their old age, but then, a disease broke out on the earth... Your parents didn't make it through."

Hearing this, Lance's mood suddenly fell.

Although it has long been known that the disease has greatly reduced the population of the earth, but knowing this suddenly made Lance a little frustrated.

"this is not your fault."

Wen Yu reached out and touched Lance's head.

Lance: "...Wen Yu, you used to touch my hand, you just touched my foot."

Wen Yu calmly retracted his hand and continued to play with Lance's two tender feet in his arms:

"You haven't stepped on the ground for a day."

Lance: "..."

"What's more, I don't dislike it, what do you dislike?"

Wen Yu asked inexplicably instead.

Lance was silent.

Damn, is it a Wen Yu or a foot fetish?

"Don't worry, just today."

When Lance looked disgusted, Wen Yu was funny and angry.

"Tomorrow you let me squeeze your foot, I won't squeeze it."

"tomorrow?"

Lance was confused.

After squeezing his feet for a while and making sure that Xiaoyu's toe bones were not crooked and there was nothing strange, Wen Yu suddenly got up and threw Lance onto the bed.

Lance was startled, and quickly clamped Wen Yu's waist with his two legs, trying to avoid the problem suddenly getting too close.

...But this seems to have the opposite effect.

Because Lance forgot that he was wearing a nightgown.

Because he is used to being a mermaid, Lance still likes to be natural. When wearing pajamas and pajamas, he feels too restrictive, so even if the nightgown in question is a bit big for him, he still wears it.

But there was also a problem. After Lance moved and clamped Wen Yu's waist with his legs, the inner side of his most delicate thigh skin was immediately displayed in front of Wen Yu.

Moreover, this kind of action... the nightgown is almost completely loose.

Wen Yu laughed a few times at Lance's actions, then he lowered his head and explained to Lance:

"I have to give you a human identity."

Lance had already lowered his legs from Wen Yu's waist. He tried to close his legs, but this posture was really not good at all.

Wen Yu reached out to Lance's waist, slowly uncovered the belt, and fumbled with the fine scales on Lance's waist, explaining:

"This human identity will be my orderly."

orderly?

What does it mean? Lance looked at Wen Yu suspiciously.

Taking advantage of Lance's distraction, Wen Yu slid his hand down little by little and explained:

"Just take care of me specially."

Generally speaking, Wen Yu should be equipped with an orderly soldier, but Wen Yu has rejected it for a long time.

The reason is simple. Wen Yu has no family and lives in the dormitory. He doesn't need anyone to take care of him.

It's not so much that the laboratory wants to have an orderly to take care of Wen Yu, it is better to say that the laboratory wants to have a person to monitor Wen Yu.

"I…"

Lance felt that he might not have the ability to take care of Wen Yu. Just as he wanted to say something, he felt that he was being held back by something.

That thing was hot, and it was on the skin of his delicate inner thighs, making him "coax—" and his mind went blank.

Wen Yu moved a few times. He kissed Lance on the cheek and asked:

"My little orderly? In this case, shouldn't the officer help you?"

A magnetic voice rang in Lance's ears. He was stunned. Before he could say anything, Wen Yu pinched his knees and brought his legs together. Then Wen Yu was like a big sticky cat. There was a "gurgling" sound from the throat, rubbing it back and forth.

So hot…

Lance couldn't help struggling, but when he was about to get up, he accidentally turned off the lamp on the bedside table, and the room suddenly became dark, leaving only the rapid breathing of two people.

"Lance? I helped you last time..."

Wen Yu gently called Lance's name and asked,

"This time... I'll just rub it, okay?"

After speaking, Wen Yu touched the scales on Lance's waist again.

Lance couldn't help opening his mouth and let out a small mermaid neigh in the dark.

"Then...then you...slow down."

Lance began to feel extremely grateful that the room was dark at this time, and if the opponent was a human, he could not see anything.

He unfolded his body, and covered his eyes a little shyly. His two newborn legs were fair-skinned, as beautiful as the white fish tails he had when he was a mermaid.

Wen Yu lowered his head, he looked at the little fish in his arms, the brilliance flowing in his pure black eyes.

The room is not completely dark, the moonlight is slightly leaking in from the window, and the white fish is lying on the black bed at this moment, the whole body is like a pearl—

The pearl, forced out of the hard clam shell, timidly sacrificed himself to the sea **** in the moonlight, exuding a lustrous luster.

…

Early the next morning, Lance hesitated holding the pants Wen Yu handed over.

Wen Yu said that since he wants to be his orderly soldier, he must go on patrols with him.

So he asked Karl to come over with a small soldier uniform that Lance could wear.

"Your name is still Lance."

Wen Yu handed the uniform to Lance and explained, "You are replacing the identity of a missing soldier."

After Lance put on his shirt, he looked a little worried at his pants.

Because there are too many emergencies in the doomsday, for the entire army, the small soldier is an extremely useful job, but with a very high casualty rate.

But even so, countless people enter the huge meat grinder of the army every year.

Therefore, the uniform of the soldier is a bit too rough for Lance.

Although the mermaid's strong physical fitness makes the skin on his legs much stronger than the first day, it rubs against such a rough fabric...

Lance touched the still red thigh skin and couldn't help but glared at Wen Yu.

Wen Yu coughed, avoiding Lance's sight, and said:

"Today I just went to the wealthy area to take a look, and I didn't walk much."

"Ha ha."

Lancepi smiled unsmilingly and returned a sarcasm.

Wen Yu: "..."

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