[Interstellar] Reborn Mermaid Beast Tamer

Someone rang the doorbell.

Neil, who was busy in the laboratory, put down the welding tool in his hand and casually glanced at the monitoring screen mounted on the wall.Suddenly, as if he saw something that surprised him, he quickly took off his protective glasses and strode to the monitoring screen.

A thin man in a cheap shirt stood outside the door. The man stared at the doorbell uneasily, and it took him a long time to press it again.

Neil immediately ran out of the lab.

When Neil opened the door, the man who gave up ringing the bell had already walked ten meters away.

He rushed up immediately and grabbed his wrist.

Neil's strength was great, Heather's wrist was painfully pulled by him, but Heather didn't dare to break free from him.

Heather's first thought the moment she turned to see Neil was that he looked even more gloomy than before.Thinking that Neil might be like this because of herself, Heather was filled with guilt and self-blame.

In the past five years, he had thought a lot about what he would say when he met Neil again, but when he really came to meet him, he realized that he couldn't say anything.

Because everything you say is wrong.

He saw anger in Neil's always indifferent blue eyes. He wanted to run away, but the other party obviously didn't want to give him this chance.

Neil grabbed Heather's hand and dragged him into his house against his wishes.

After entering the room, Neil locked the door behind him, and then continued to drag Heather into the bedroom.

Heather was pressed against the wall by Neil, with her hands clasped behind her back, and then Heather felt a chill on her wrist, as if she had been covered with something.

Neil let go of Heather, and Heather turned her head to look at the heavy things on her wrists, only to realize that they were handcuffs.

Heather's face darkened, and she scolded, "Are you sick? Let go of me!"

Neil ignored him and dragged him to his laboratory by his collar.

Heather's face was flushed with anger, and he wanted to kick Neil hard, but remembering what he had done to Neil, he finally endured it.

Neil took him to the laboratory, found a chair for him to sit down, and then ran to the workbench to get busy.

Heather, who was leaning on the chair and watching Neil's busy figure, suddenly felt sad. For the past five years, he has been paying attention to Neil's news.He knew that after graduation, Neil rejected the invitation of the military department and went to work as an engineer in a large mecha company.But after only two years of work, Neil quit his job and opened his own studio, which specializes in tailoring private mechas for rich people.

The quality of the mechas made by Neil was very good, and they were all customized high-end mechas, and they were soon sought after by some rich kids.

Over the past few years, Neil has made a lot of money relying on private custom mechs.

Heather has never understood why Neil would do this kind of thing. This is not what the Neil he knows would do.

Neil is not a person with high desires. Compared with money, he loves mech manufacturing even more.In Heather's mind, Neil should accept the invitation of the military department as soon as he graduates, so that he can get the opportunity to get in touch with higher-end military mechs, which is also Neil's dream.

Later, when she accidentally learned that the person who had been entrusting bounty hunters with huge sums of money to find him was actually Neil, Heather realized that it was because of him that Neil gave up his dream. The doorbell of the house.

But now, Neil should still resent him.

Anyone who is betrayed by someone they trust will feel angry, and Neil is certainly no exception.

Heather knew that he was responsible for all this, and he laughed at himself: "I am a fugitive now, of course I have to be handcuffed. Are you going to send me to the patrol team after you finish your work?"

Neil turned his head and glanced at him, but ignored him.

Heather felt uncomfortable. He walked up to Neil, knelt down, looked up at him, and asked, "Do you hate me very much now?"

Neil continued to ignore him and was busy assembling parts.

Heather's heart was full of sadness, Neil didn't want to talk to him, how much did he hate him now?

He lowered his head, his eyes buried in the haze of slightly long bangs. "You should hate me, back then—"

The slender fingers clasped his chin, interrupting his words, and then exerted a little force on the fingers, forcing him to raise his head.He stumbled into Neil's deep and dark eyes in a daze, the pupils as deep as the ocean seemed to carry a kind of magical power.Staring at those eyes, Heather had the illusion that she was being sucked into a vortex, and her body and mind would sink into it.

"Are you hungry?" Neil asked softly.

Heather was taken aback and came back to her senses.He looked away and nodded embarrassedly.

"What to eat?"

Heather licked her lips and answered honestly, "Barbecue."

Neil let go of him, got up and walked out of the laboratory.

Soon, Neil put the barbecue tools on the dining table.

Heather knew that Neil's family must have meat, because he, like Neil, is not a vegetarian.

Neil asked him to sit down, and he asked in a negotiating tone: "You can always take off the handcuffs for dinner, right?"

Neil put the meat slices on the greased grill, not intending to remove the handcuffs from Heather's hands.

"Do you want me to watch you eat?"

Neil turned the slices over and brushed them with the sauce.

It seems that today I can only watch other people eat meat. Heather stared sullenly at the "sizzling" meat slices on the barbecue plate, and her saliva was about to drop.

Neil picked up a piece of lettuce, rolled the grilled meat into it, brushed it with a layer of sauce, and brought it to Heather's mouth.

Heather subconsciously opened her mouth and took a bite, but the piece of meat was not broken, so he had to eat the rest of the lettuce and the piece of meat with Neil's hand.

"Hey, you don't intend to keep feeding me like this, do you? How troublesome, you can just untie my handcuffs, I swear I won't run away."

Neil had already rolled the second piece of meat and brought it to Heather's mouth.

"What do you think of me? You want to feed me—"

Neal stuffed the roast into Heather's mouth, silencing him.

Heather, who was chewing the roast meat in her mouth, knew that Neil would not help him take off the handcuffs, so she gave up struggling and obediently accepted Neil's feeding.

After eating, Neil tidied up and took Heather to the lab again, where he sat and watched him work until seven o'clock in the evening.

Heather straightened her legs boredly and squinted on the chair.

In a blur, he felt that someone hugged his waist and hugged him horizontally. The wandering life in the past five years made him a lot alerter.He woke up with a start and wanted to punch the person who was holding him, but he found that his hands were already cuffed.

"Don't move around." Neil tightened his arms, letting Heather lean on his chest. "Go to bed and sleep."

The strong smell of motor oil on Neal's body penetrated Heather's nose. He didn't hate the smell, but his heart beat faster because of the smell, and he blushed for no reason.

"I want to take a shower." Heather said sullenly, "I've been in your lab all day, and I'm full of smell."

Neil had already entered the bedroom, he kicked open the bathroom door in the bedroom, and put Heather down.

"Now you can uncuff me?" Heather asked.

After Neil washed his hands at the sink, he went to the bathtub to fill in the water. Heather leaned over and muttered dissatisfiedly, "How can I take a shower if you don't untie it for me? I can't even take off my clothes!"

Neil turned around and grabbed the collar of Heather's clothes, and pulled hard, tearing his blouse into several pieces.

"what are you doing?"

"The clothes don't suit you."

"You don't care if it suits me or not! You didn't buy it for me!"

Neil grabbed Heather's arm and continued to tear at his top, until he took off Heather's very cheap and unremarkable top, and then he let go of Heather.

The skin on Heather's chest was so white that it was almost transparent, and the bright red part stood up slightly under the steaming mist of hot water in the bathtub. Matching the blushing face and blue eyes filled with water vapor of the person in front of her at this time, it was just like It was as if a natural delicacy was placed in front of him.

Even though he was as calm as Neil, he couldn't help but linger on Heather's chest for a few more seconds. He quickly reacted, looked away, pulled up his sleeve and went to the shower head to turn on the water.

Heather's face was flushed, and he was ashamed to death. He didn't understand when Neil became such a person.

"You're not going to help me take a bath, are you?"

Neil adjusted the water temperature of the shower, turned his head and asked Heather: "Shall I take it off or you take it off yourself?"

Heather's shoulders were shaking with anger. "Are you a pervert? Or is it your hobby to help others take a shower?"

Seeing Heather's refusal to cooperate, Neil simply walked over and put his hand on his waist.Heather raised her knee to kick him, but he pinned her down.

"Don't make trouble." Neil's tone was like an elder coaxing a disobedient child.

Heather's heart softened, she gritted her teeth, turned her face away, and followed Neil.

Neal undid the belt of Heather's trousers and pulled his trousers down.He deliberately didn't touch Heather's body, but he still felt him trembling.

He also hesitated when Heather was stripped down to a pair of underwear.

"No." Heather looked at him pitifully, "That's all."

Neal took him by the arm and led him under the shower head.

Heather knew that Neil was determined to help him take a bath. Although Neil's actions were ambiguous, those who knew Neil knew that Neil's behavior did not contain any sexual elements.But when Neil stood in front of him, ripped off his clothes, and took off his pants, his heart beat frighteningly fast, and his body trembled because of the fingers that were so close to him and refused to touch him. fever.

Warm water poured down on his head, and he was stripped and drenched. Neil, who stood in front of him and refused to leave, was still well-dressed and looked at him with that kind of colorless eyes. Under the double stimulation, Heather Gradually there was a reaction under him.

He immediately turned around, turning his back on Neil, not wanting him to discover his anomaly.

But he felt Neil's breath getting closer, and he wanted to escape, but Neil grabbed his arm one step ahead of him.

"I'll wash your hair for you." Neil comforted, "Don't be afraid."

Heather nodded obediently.

He didn't hear the desire forcibly suppressed in Neil's hoarse voice, and he didn't know how alluring his pink-red body wet by the warm water was at the moment.