Raising Octopus Juvenile

"Cecile! Cecil!"

With an anxious call higher than a louder, Cecil slowly opened his eyes, facing Bod's pale and feminine face.

"...You really should get some sun," she said weakly.

"Then I would rather die."

Bode gave her a blank glance, and his tight body relaxed unconsciously.

This little guy really scared him to death just now. When others were performing synaesthesia, at most they just lost consciousness. She was fine, and her heartbeat almost stopped, so scared that he almost had to abort the ceremony forcibly and use the worst method to bring her consciousness back.

Fortunately, she woke up first by herself.

Cecil sat up slowly, only to realize that he was lying halfway in Bod's arms. She rubbed her temples and asked listlessly, "Where is the little one? How is he?"

Bode grumbled: "Dead."

"What?" Cecilton opened his eyes wide, "How is it possible? I obviously saw him..."

Before she finished speaking, a familiar and sticky touch slowly climbed onto her thigh. She looked down and saw that the palm-sized little octopus was raising its soft tentacles and gently shaking it towards her. His big round eyes were clear and clear, and he looked very energetic.

"Little one!" Cecil recovered from the loss and happily picked up the little octopus and rubbed his head with his forehead. "It's great that you are fine, I thought you were dead."

The little octopus also squinted happily, and let Cecil rub against him like a kitty.

"Humph." Bode watched the two pets happily and couldn't help but snorted sourly, "So what do you see during synaesthesia?"

Cecil: "..."

Seeing the overwhelming tentacles, and being overwhelmed by them-if Bode knew these, he would laugh at her fiercely.

"I saw Xiaoyi was so hungry, I rushed over as soon as I said I was eating meat." Cecil said half-truth, "So you go and get the meat, the more the better."

Bode: "What does it have to do with me?"

"If you don't like it, let's go home and eat."

Cecil got up and was about to leave. Bode saw that her face was still pale and she was slightly shaken the moment she stood, and he quickly pushed her back to the seat.

"I know, I'll get it now. You stay here honestly for me, don't go anywhere!"

Bode turned around to get food, leaving Cecil and the little octopus sitting in the dark laboratory.

Only an oil lamp was lit here, and the light flickered, stretching the shadow of the little octopus long, reflecting on the dark wall, like a giant snake dancing silently.

The little octopus wrapped around Cecil's arm and rubbed her bare skin sticky and sticky with her tentacles, looking more excited and clingy than usual.

Cecil looked at him amused, and his voice was softer than before: "What's the matter, little one? Isn't he hungry?"

The little octopus blinked and continued to climb up her arm. The body of the little octopus was cold everywhere, crawling like this quickly caused a thin layer of goose bumps on Cecil's skin.

"Itchy."

Cecil chuckled and tried to remove the little octopus from her arm. However, the sucker of the little octopus held her tightly, she couldn't take it off after several attempts, and she had to give up in desperation.

The little octopus continued to climb up, and finally stopped at her neck. He raised a thin tentacle and flicked it tentatively on Cecil's earlobe. This tickling touch caught Cecil off guard, she shrank her neck, and subconsciously raised her hand to cover her ears—

In an instant, the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of tentacles attacked her brain again.

She heard a moist, sticky voice, like a tremor in her mind, and like it was stirring her ears.

Is this the negative effect of her hastily performing synaesthesia?

When Bod came in carrying a plate of meat, he saw Cecil leaning groggy against the wall, looking like he was going to fall asleep.

Her beloved little pet is pressing against the palm of her hand, her tentacles tightly wrapped around her little finger.

"Cecile, what's the matter with you?" Bode quickly put the meat aside and approached her worriedly. "Did the side effects of synesthesia begin?"

Cecil shook his head: "I'm just too lazy to sit up. If you are really worried about me, go and get some lemon tarts."

Bode: "..."

"You are more cute when you are still quiet."

He taunted unceremoniously, and Cecil smiled regretfully and said nothing.

It's just a small matter, so don't worry him.

After school today, Cecil still avoided Lena and went home alone.

She was very tool-conscious, and didn't want to hinder Lena and Alex's chance of being alone, although as a villain, she should actually hinder it.

But she is indeed not in this mood now.

Cecil returned to his room in a low spirits and put the little octopus into the clean water tank. Soon, Arnold appeared outside the door and knocked gently on the door.

"Cecile?"

"Please come in."

The handsome young man with blond hair and blue eyes opened the door and walked in. Cecil was sitting quietly in front of the tank, fiddled with the plants in the tank, Arnold carefully looked at her expression, and spoke carefully.

"Cecile, that matter...did father tell you?"

Cecil turned his face and asked curiously: "What's the matter?"

Arnold said slowly: "He intends to marry another wife."

"Ah, it turned out to be this." Cecil turned his gaze back and continued to stare at the cheerful little octopus in the tank. "He has been single for so many years, so he can marry another one, so that those guys are not always going to our house. ."

Arnold was surprised by her reaction: "Aren't you angry?"

"Of course I am not angry. It was he who was married and not me." Cecil smiled. "Brother are you angry?"

Arnold had a gentle expression: "As long as you are not angry, I will not be angry."

Cecil: "Why don't you get it. So, did Brother Goth come here just to tell me about it?"

She swept through the window and saw that the sky outside was completely dark. The mother's rose garden is behind her room. From this position, one can just see clusters of pure white roses hanging on the branches, glowing with crystal clear light in the dark.

"Actually, he has brought it back." Arnold's expression is still gentle, but it seems to be mixed with vague irony, "...that young and beautiful fiancee."

"Oh, is it so?"

Cecil stood up and smiled obediently: "Then I have to go see it."

Cecil and Arnold came to the earl's room.

From the room came pleasant laughter, it was Kevin and a completely strange female voice. The faint fragrance of water lilies wafted in the cool evening breeze, adding an alluring atmosphere to this dark night, and people couldn't help but want to see where the fragrance came from.

Cecil opened the door and walked in, pampering and not polite as usual. Her entry was too sudden, and the two people in the room who were talking suddenly stopped and looked at her together.

"Cecile... why are you here?" Kevin's expression showed a moment of embarrassment. He looked at Arnold who was following Cecil, his expression turned into a faint sullen expression, "Arnold, it's you Brought her here?"

Arnold: "Cecile and I just want to see your fiancée."

He emphasized the word "fiancee", which made Kevin even more unhappy.

"Kevin, are these your children? How cute."

A soft and sweet female voice suddenly sounded, and the woman who was sitting next to Kevin and covered by him slowly got up, smiled and walked to Cecil step by step.

"You must be little Cecil, right? As the rumors say, it is as pure as ice and snow."

Cecil raised his eyes slightly and looked at her curiously.

This is an amazingly beautiful woman. She has long curly black hair, transparent deep purple eyes, white and delicate skin, slender and graceful curves, everything is perfect and impeccable. This woman is like an elf in the dark night and a seductive succubus. Just standing here quietly and doing nothing is enough to make her fascinated.

No wonder Kevin took her home so quickly, and indeed no one can hold her against her.

"Have you heard of me?" Cecil asked.

"Yeah, it's all nice things." The woman bent down with a smile and whispered in Cecil's ear, "Of course, most of it was heard from your father."

The warm and sweet scent flicked through Cecil's ear, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck. The woman noticed this little movement, and an ambiguous smile flashed in her amethyst eyes.

Kevin saw that Cecil did not seem to reject women, so he said in due course: "Cecile, her name is Stella, and she will be your mother from now on."

There was no expression on Cecil's face: "Stella, I remember."

Her attitude is too perfunctory, and she still calls her by name, which is a very disrespectful behavior for Stella, who is about to become her mother.

Kevin couldn't help but whispered: "Cecile, call me mother!"

Cecil glanced at Stella and said nothing.

"Don't call me that. I don't like to be too clear in this kind of place. After all, I and Cecile are about a few years old."

Stella rounded the field gently and gently, her white hands gently stroking Cecil's hair, leaving a faint fragrance in her hair.

Cecil did not show resistance to her closeness, nor did he show liking. She looked at Stella faintly, leaned over to salute, took a step back naturally, and widened the distance between her and Stella.

"It's great for you to be so empathetic. I'm really happy for my father. Then, if you talk slowly, my brother and I won't bother you."

Her expression was docile and calm, with a hint of indifferent indifference. Stella stared at her fixedly, her beautiful and deep purple eyes floating in the light with water-like ripples, which made her eyes look deep and affectionate, as if there was a fatal temptation to take others easily. Heart and soul.

Cecil remained unmoved, and even lowered his eyelashes sleepily, covered his lips and yawned slightly.

As if she was cute enough by her reaction, Stella suddenly chuckled.

"You are so cute, I have already begun to look forward to the future life." She leaned down, looked at Cecil tenderly, and said, "Go and rest early, little Cecil."

Arnold gave her a strange look.

Do you want to please Cecil? I always feel that this future stepmother seems to pay too much attention to Cecil.

He needs to observe again.

Cecil was sent back to the room by Arnold.

Arnold watched Cecil climb onto the bed, covered the quilt, blew out the candlelight, and finally kissed her on the forehead, then gently exited the room and closed the door.

As the night darkened, Levitt Manor returned to tranquility, and Cecil sank into a peaceful dream.

In a dark room, the water plants in the water tank and the little octopus behind the water plants did not move, as if they were still. Suddenly, the little octopus twitched, and in the next second, he opened his transparent eyes.

What is attracting him... is what he likes.

The little octopus swam around and drove the tentacles out of the tank. He glanced in Cecil's direction and crawled to the window without any hesitation. The window was concealed, leaving a thin slit. The little octopus stretched out a tentacle through the gap, easily pushed the window open, and then flexibly got out.

He crawled into the rose garden.

The rose garden at night is quiet and gloomy, and the crystal clear white roses spread from the walls to the feet, all over every corner of the garden. The air was filled with the faint fragrance of roses, and the little octopus slightly raised his head, as if sniffing something lightly, slowly crawling forward. He walked through the clusters of roses and thorny green vines, and finally stopped in front of a half-person-high flower cluster.

The little octopus squinted his eyes and poked his head forward expectantly—

There was a sleeping man leaning against.

He was wearing a servant's clothes, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his face was stained with mud. The old round glasses had already slipped onto his nose, shaking slightly with the frequency of his snoring.

This person is Lanny, the gardener who takes care of these roses. He spends most of his time in this rose garden, so no one will notice if he occasionally slackens off and dozes off. Normally, he would never sleep for this long. Today, it was because he had spent too much energy on gambling all night before, that he has slept until now and he hasn't woken up.

The little octopus looked at this man excitedly, slowly crawling along the corner of his clothes onto the back of his hand. As a gardener, Lanney's hands are rough, with calluses of different old and new on almost every finger. And among these fingers, one is particularly concerned by the little octopus—

It was an index finger that had been punctured and the blood flowed out had already solidified.

The little octopus fixedly stared at the index finger, his tentacle stretched silently, and gradually merged with the darkness.

Fresh smell, fresh blood, fresh flesh.

Fresh... food.