Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil found that Lenny is not only a strong learning ability, but also a strong ability to focus on key points.

She and Bod clearly talked about so many more important and informative conversations, but he didn't remember them all, and finally only remembered a meaningless [Sleeping Me].

I don't know whether to praise him for his curiosity or to blame him for being a little too exuberant.

Cecil was silent for a while, feeling that it would be better not to answer this question seriously.

Although she is a good teacher, this topic is really not her area of ​​expertise. What's more, Lanney's awareness of humans is extremely low. He has only just learned what holding hands is. In this case, will he suddenly give him a science popularization of the relationship between the sexes in sleep. Will the span be a bit too big?

Cecil stood from the perspective of the owner and the teacher, carefully considered and measured, and finally raised his eyes slightly, and told Lanny in a gentle, kind and convincing manner:

"The word'sleeping me' is actually the abbreviation of'sleeping in the same room as me'. Because people used to be very poor, and everyone couldn't afford a house. When it's cold, they can only sleep in one room. Whenever the owner sees someone wandering outside the house on a cold night, he will ask him, "Do you want to come to my house to sleep tonight?" However, because the weather is too cold to open his mouth, he will talk as little as possible, and finally slow down Slowly evolved into such a short word as'sleeping me', do you understand?"

Lanny showed a seemingly understanding expression.

Cecil thought to himself that he might not understand. But it doesn't matter, what I want is not to understand, so that his little brain doesn't bother to think about it.

However, in the next second, Lanni asked, "Is'sleeping you' also short for'sleeping in the same room as you'?"

Cecil: "..."

Unexpectedly, Lanny, the first person by analogy-no, the first fish, so quickly extracted the point of her nonsense.

"...Well, really smart." Trying to ignore the subtlety in his heart, Cecil replied heavily.

"It turned out to be so, I understand." Lanny nodded, eyes crooked, and seemed to be in a good mood, as if he had learned a great new knowledge.

Cecil breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Fortunately, it was a fool. Otherwise, with Lanni's eagerness for knowledge, if he really wants to explain this problem seriously, it may not be solved until dawn.

Cecil happily took his hand back from Lannie's, then turned around, about to tie the loose ribbon back, and heard Lannie's brisk voice again—

"Then can I sleep with you tonight?"

Cecil: "..."

With a shake of his hand, the ribbon fell apart again.

"...Lanny." Cecil took a deep breath. "Don't talk in this simple way at home. Just be normal. I can understand."

Lanny curled his lips, feeling a little dissatisfied that he just learned a new knowledge but couldn't apply it to life.

"Okay. Can I sleep in your room tonight?"

This statement doesn't sound so bad.

Cecil felt an inexplicable relief. She remembered Lanney's restless little movements, pursed her lips slightly, and said, "Look at your performance."

Lanny tilted his head: "?"

"When I teach you to dance, if you perform well, you can sleep here. If you are always disobedient and don't study seriously..." Cecil narrowed his eyes slightly, "I will throw you out."

Lanny: "!"

He immediately calmed down, whether it was the thin closed lips or the beautiful eyebrows, there was a kind of eager meekness, as if he was wagging his tail, anxiously waiting for the master's praise.

Cecil nodded in satisfaction.

"From now on, the first step to good performance is not to peek at me changing clothes."

Lanny turned around obediently, walked to the door, and consciously covered his eyes.

Cecil was satisfied.

There was a sound of rustling clothes rubbing in the room, and soon Cecil called Lenny softly.

"Okay, you can come over now."

Lanny took his hands away from his eyes, walked up to Cecil obediently and obediently, and cast his eyes down quietly.

The black ribbon on the girl's chest was tied into a beautiful bow by her, light and elegant, dotted on the white and delicate skin, there is a kind of unspeakable beauty, simple but unforgettable.

Lanny took it seriously, until Cecil interrupted him softly: "Don't be distracted, I'm going to start teaching you next."

Lanny retracted his gaze and looked at Cecil obediently.

Considering that Lenny didn't understand human etiquette, Cecil decided to skip the fancy salute gestures and start with the simplest dance steps. She raised her arms, took a step forward, and said to Lanny in front of her: "First, raise your arms, just like me."

Lanny obediently did.

"Then put your right hand on my waist."

Lanny heard the words and put his right hand up. As soon as his pale and slender hands touched the slender waist, Cecil gasped in pain.

"Cecile?" Lenny looked down at her.

"Lanny...you forgot what I told you again." The girl said helplessly and distressedly, "Be lighter and be careful, or it will hurt me."

It is obviously a complaint, but it can be said from her mouth, but it is always soft and soft, and people can't help but want to hear more.

Lanny looked at her, put light on, and carefully put his hands up again, holding her waist gently through the thin layers of fabric.

he did not do it on purpose.

He certainly remembered what Cecil said to him, especially in this soft tone.

He just wants to hear more and see more.

So... he just accidentally, accidentally exerted a little force.

Cecil continued to teach him the next move.

"Hold my hand with the other hand."

"Yes, then step on your left foot."

"Next step on your right foot...a little bit forward."

"Follow my pace, great, that's it..."

Unexpectedly, Lenny learns very fast, and the dance steps are also very different, and can even be regarded as standard. Originally, Cecil was worried about whether he would be physically uncoordinated, but now it seems that she was worrying too much.

Maybe this is one of Lanney's advantages as a little octopus?

Cecil was thinking about these weird questions while teaching Lanny to do some coherent movements slowly. As her figure moved, the ribbon on her chest shook, and two long black ribbons floated around, drawing a light arc in the air.

Lanny kept staring at these two ribbons.

Like a cat, he is not focused on what he does, and he is full of curiosity about the outside world. Any disturbance can attract his attention. Now these two constantly shaking ribbons are no different from cats' funny cats in his eyes. No matter where they jump now, those emerald eyes always follow the ribbons.

Cecil: "..."

She also noticed-Lanni's slightly lowered, extremely focused gaze. Although she knew very well that Lanny was only attracted by the ribbon, not looking at her breasts... but she still felt uncomfortable.

"Lanny." She cleared her throat and said in a slightly stronger tone. "Concentrate a little bit and stop looking at those two straps."

Lanni raised his eyes slightly, without saying anything. But Cecil still saw the dissatisfaction in those clear green eyes.

There is still a temper.

Cecil coughed again, and Lenny looked away reluctantly. He looked straight into Cecil's eyes, listened carefully to her explanation of the next move, and the dance teaching continued.

After a while, Cecil felt that the ribbon on his chest seemed to loosen a little.

No, it's not just a little looser, but to be precise, it should be getting looser.

She immediately lowered her head, and what caught her eye was a thin, vine-like long and soft tentacles. The tentacles protruded from behind Lanney's waist. At this time, a hanging ribbon was tightly wound, and it was quietly pulling down.

Cecil: "..."

"—Lanny." Cecil stopped.

Lanny: "Huh?"

Cecil tried to calm his mood: "Don't pull on those two straps."

Lanny blinked and raised his hands innocently: "I didn't pull."

"You didn't pull it, then tell me..." Cecil grabbed the slender tentacles and held it up to Lanney's eyes despite the struggle of the tentacles. "What is this?"

Lannie curled up her beautiful green eyes: "It's Mistress."

Cecil: "..."

Open your eyes and talk nonsense, you are actually embarrassed to name this tentacle? ? ?

"No matter it's a junior or a junior, you can't pull the straps on my clothes anymore. Otherwise, I'll make this stuff into small octopus balls, do you know?" Cecil raised his chin and opened his eyes, trying to show The harsh and angry side.

Unfortunately, it did not have any deterrent effect.

Because Lanni didn't even know what octopus **** were.

He was almost greedily feeling the girl's body temperature coming from the tips of his tentacles.

Warm, soft, and easily aroused his desire to swallow.

But Cecil doesn't want to be swallowed by him...

So he had to bear with him first.

The room became quiet again.

Seeing that Lenny was staring at him without speaking, Cecil finally had no choice but to compromise: "Forget it, stop for a while, I'll get a coat and put it on."

After she finished speaking, she let go of her tentacles and turned to walk towards the closet. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped out, she tripped over something.

—It was the tentacle named "Little San" by Lanny, but Lanny didn't take it back.

This tentacle was like a long tail, spreading from the back of Lannie's waist to Cecil's feet, and she just looked at the naughty tentacles and didn't even notice that there were also at her feet.

After seeing the culprit clearly, Cecil's mind flashed through hundreds of octopus cooking methods. She fell down uncontrollably, and just when she thought she must have touched her face first, she supported her with one hand—

A cold, pale hand.

Cecil breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, Lanny caught her so that she wouldn't have to break a dog and eat shit. It’s just that it’s about time to help her stand up. She has been in this position. She is also very tired...

Cecil moved his lips and was about to call Lanny when he held his waist and helped him stand up.

But it didn't let go of her.

She was held in her arms by the beautiful black-haired boy, and her body was forced to close to him, her nose lingering with the cold breath that belonged to him alone.

"...Lanny?" Cecil raised his eyelashes and just hit the emerald eyes.

She saw herself in these bihu-like eyes. The lake water rippled gently, reflecting a beautiful and alluring light, and her face reflected in it, as if she would be submerged at any time.

"Are we still dancing?" Lenny asked softly, leaning against her ear.

Cecilton was awake. She pushed Lenny away, and said dullly, "Stop jumping."

What beats, the heart will jump out.