Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

There is no telling how many ferocious beasts there are on the deserted island. Isn't it seeking death to sleep there?

Boss Fan was more tactful. He said with a smile: "Young man, you are too anxious. There is no god on the ship. How can anyone catch the murderer in an instant? The captain certainly doesn't want such a thing to happen. I think what the captain said makes sense!"

Young Master Wu cursed him in his heart, but he still had to force a smile on his face, "Yes, you are right, I was too anxious just now."

The captain said they would take care of the aftermath, and the guests could just go back to their rooms and rest.

Yun Niannian cried so hard that she exhausted, and was carried back to the room by Leng Haoting. Otherwise, she would have found Bai Yao and asked her if she knew about Song Qingjiao's disappearance.

Bai Yao walked at the end intentionally or unintentionally. After everyone else entered the room, she had just reached the stairs when she saw a beam of light behind her illuminating the path under her feet. It was Number Seven holding a flashlight following behind her.

Bai Yao looked back at him.

The young man showed a sunny smile, without any unnecessary movements or sounds.

Bai Yao gradually slowed down her pace, then slowed down her pace, and then she was level with him who was walking up from behind.

Number Seven was a little confused and looked down at Bai Yao strangely, but did not ask.

Bai Yao cleared her throat, put her hands behind her back, looked out the window at the night, and asked casually: "How old are you this year?"

Number 7 answered: "Twenty-three."

"Yeah, quite young, a little younger than me."

Number 7 didn't understand why Bai Yao suddenly brought up the topic of age. He could vaguely feel that something was wrong in the atmosphere, but he was afraid that he was overthinking it, so he asked cautiously: "Ms. Bai... do you hate people younger than you?"

Bai Yao said: "That's not the case."

Number 7 said "Oh", and the atmosphere became a little cold again. He hurriedly tried to find a topic to talk about, "Miss Bai, do you like to raise octopuses?"

"It's OK. The main thing is that I don't have any other animals to raise right now."

Number 7 couldn't help laughing, "It must be troublesome to raise an octopus."

Bai Yao nodded truthfully, "Yes, it's hard to serve!"

Just like some people who have dogs at home need to take them for a walk every day, the octopus that Bai Yao raises would ask her to touch its tentacles every day. If it didn't touch the point where water mist sprayed out of its suction cups, it would keep pestering her.

It's bigger now, not like when it was a child. Bai Yao doesn't want to pay attention to it, but it can stretch out a tentacle to wrap around her body and rub things out on its own.

Number 7 suggested, "Why don't I help Miss Bai release the octopus? I can catch some beautiful sea fish and Miss Bai can raise fish. It won't be that troublesome."

Bai Yao hesitated for a while, but after thinking for a long time, she shook her head and said, "Forget it. I raised it from such a small size to this size with so much effort. It must have forgotten how to live in the wild. So I'll just keep it."

The main thing is that it doesn’t take up many resources to raise it. Any leftovers in the kitchen can be thrown to it, saving Bai Yao the time of throwing away the garbage.

Number 7 lowered his eyes, seeming a little disappointed.

Bai Yao glanced at him secretly.

The moonlight outside the window was just right, the sparkling sea was rippling gently, the bright moonlight fell into the window and sprinkled on his body, adding a hazy filter to this boy who had a texture between adulthood and youth.

Bai Yao couldn't explain why, but it seemed that at some point in time, she suddenly realized that this boy seemed to be quite suitable for her.

Number Seven seemed to realize that Bai Yao was staring at him. When he lowered his eyes to look over, Bai Yao withdrew her gaze.

A wave came over and Bai Yao leaned to the side, and was caught by him, but at the same time the flashlight in his hand hit the wall and fell to the ground. Suddenly, it became dark. Unfortunately, the moon hid in the dark clouds, and it was really pitch black around.

Number 7 held Bai Yao's shoulders. Being so close to her, he was very nervous. "Miss Bai, the flashlight must have been broken. Don't be nervous."

Bai Yao felt his body trembling and couldn't help but smile, "I'm not nervous."

Number 7 said, "Stand still, I'll find a flashlight."

He squatted down, stretched out his hand and felt for something that had fallen on the floor. Instead of feeling the cold flashlight, he felt something warm.

The flashlight was turned on and the light returned.

In front of No. 7 was Bai Yao, who was very close.

She squatted in front of him, the flashlight shining in her hand, illuminating the space between them, and her other hand was held in his.

A strange light lit up the eyes of the two people. The bright stars emitted the same radiance. When they collided with each other, the sea breeze outside suddenly became lighter. It didn't matter whether the moon would shine again or not.

Number Seven's young face gradually flushed, and the heat all over his body caused his Adam's apple to roll. Attracted by her breath, he uncontrollably moved closer to her little by little.

Then, when he was still a short distance away, he stopped with his great self-control.

He thought she needed time to react to dodge, but she didn't.

Number Seven finally determined something. He held the back of her head with one hand, and at the same time, he tensed his body and moved forward, pressing his lips against hers.

He didn't know what skills were. He just acted recklessly based on the instinct and desire of his young body, but he didn't know how to do it.

It was not until Bai Yao gently opened the corners of her lips that his hot breath flowed into her.

Dahei was soaking in the bathtub, gurgling and spitting bubbles. Finally, he heard the sound of the door opening. He raised his head happily. After a while, Bai Yao came in with clothes in her arms, "I want to take a bath. You go out and play first."

There was only one candle lit in the room, and the light was a little dim.

Dahei climbed out of the bathtub consciously. When passing by Bai Yao, it realized something was wrong. One of its tentacle wrapped around Bai Yao's legs and pulled her.

Bai Yao squatted down and said, "I'll play with you after I take a shower."

No, no, no!

Her lips are red and she has a strong masculine scent!

Dahei was furious!

All eight tentacles danced out, wrapped around her body, pushed her to the ground, and climbed up, staring at Bai Yao's face with its red eyes.

It is different now than before. When it presses on her, it is very oppressive and Bai Yao can't break free at all.

She stretched out a hand and pushed its head away, "Get up!"

Dahei was not as obedient as before. One of its tentacle easily wrapped around Bai Yao's arms and tied them above her head, while the other two tentacles pulled apart and controlled her kicking legs.

Some tentacles were reaching in from her collar, and more were wrapping around her waist, while the tentacle that usually begged for her to touch was constantly hovering over her face.

It leaned over her, its flaming red eyes filled with danger and rage.

Bai Yao vaguely felt that the way she was positioned now was a bit embarrassing.

The next second, her mouth was blocked.

Number Seven still feels like he’s walking on clouds.

She wanted to be kissed by him.

That means they should be lovers in a relationship.

Of course it’s lovers.

When they parted, she hugged him!

Number 7 returned to the dormitory, his heart still pounding. He took the initiative to greet each of his roommates and hummed a song while washing up.

The person on the upper bunk on the left asked: "What happened to No. 7 that makes him so happy?"

The person in the lower bunk replied: "I don't know. Could it be that No. 7 is in a relationship?"

The person on the lower bunk on the right said: "By the way, why do we always call him number seven? What's his name?"

Several people suddenly fell silent because no one remembered what number seven was called.

"Forget it, it's not important anyway."

With an inexplicable understanding, several people strangely ignored this topic.