After transmigrating into a mermaid, I will monopolize three thousand favors

It was night, when the clouds collected and the rain rested, Wen Qi nestled in Cong Ji's arms, yawning lazily.

Cong Ji was about to get up, but Wen Qi held down his waist: "Don't come out."

"But..." He managed to utter a word, and Wen Qi's fingertips pressed against his lips.

Wen Qi said sullenly: "If you are not allowed, you are not allowed."

Cong Ji opened his lips, and Wen Qi's two fingers immediately clamped the tip of his tongue, making him have to say vaguely: "But it's not good for your body."

"No benefit is no benefit." Wen Qi stared at his swollen belly, "I'm not even afraid of that strange poison, let alone this thing."

While scratching the surface of Cong Ji's tongue, he tightened it slightly.

Cong Ji licked/kissed Wen Qi's fingertips, and coaxed: "Zitong be good."

"Not good." Wen Qi wrapped his feet around Cong Ji's waist to prevent leakage.

Cong Ji spit out Wen Qi's fingertips, and sighed: "Isn't this bloated belly uncomfortable?"

"It's not uncomfortable, it's very satisfying." Wen Qi softened his voice, "Husband, let me pamper me for a while."

"Okay, wait until dawn, we must clean up." Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's eyebrows and said, "Mei Shan."

"Mei Shan." Satisfied, Wen Qi embraced Cong Ji and fell asleep soundly.

The next day, Cong Ji was about to withdraw to clean up for Wen Qi, when he suddenly discovered that there seemed to be something abnormal in his lower body.

He took a closer look, and his lower body suddenly turned into a shark tail, which was entangled with Wen Qi's shark tail.

Before falling asleep, he clearly still has two feet, and Wen Qi has not turned into a shark tail.

"Zi Tong." He called softly, Wen Qi was half asleep and half awake, and subconsciously rubbed his forehead against his heart.

"Zi Tong, my feet have turned into shark tails." As soon as these words came out, Wen Qi immediately opened his eyes.

Cong Ji's feet, which should have come into view, were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a shark's tail.

For a moment, Wen Qi was shocked and speechless. Fortunately, Cong Ji's ears did not grow ear fins, nor did his back grow dorsal fins.

Cong Ji said calmly, "How did you turn the shark's tail into two feet?"

Wen Qi concentrated his attention, and replied: "Just think about it in your heart."

Cong Ji nodded, and then thought: I want to turn this shark tail into two feet.

However, his shark tail remained unchanged.

Wen Qi looked at the shark's tail worriedly, lowered his head, kissed Cong Ji's shark's tail, and said reverently, "Hurry up and turn back into two feet."

Cong Ji's shark tail remained unchanged.

He raised his head and comforted him: "My lord, don't be anxious, today coincides with Xiu Mu, so maybe tomorrow my lord's shark tail can turn into two feet."

"I'm not anxious. I'm very happy that I can experience what it's like to be a mermaid." Cong Ji pressed a kiss between Wen Qi's frowning brows, and then carefully cleaned it up for Wen Qi.

Wen Qi is lying on the imperial couch, the milky white against the indigo, which is both magnificent and obscene.

"Hmm..." He bit the brocade quilt slightly, "I like my husband's fingers."

Cong Ji said disappointedly: "Does Zitong only like my fingers?"

"Not only the fingers, but every part of my husband is very suitable for me, as if it was grown into this appearance for me." Wen Qi brows and eyes are affectionate, swinging the shark's tail and rubbing against Cong Ji's.

Cong Ji wiped Wen Qi clean before retracting his fingers, and then raised his voice to order someone to bring bath water.

After the bath water was delivered, he was trying to get off the imperial couch, but was suddenly hugged by Wen Qi.

Wen Qi's feet were weak, and it was a bit difficult to hold Cong Ji, but he still said to Cong Ji: "Why is my husband struggling? Before I have melted my feet, didn't my husband often hug me like this? Why can't I hug my husband like this? "

Cong Ji didn't resist being hugged by Wen Qi like this, but Wen Qi's body was already crumbling.

Seeing that Cong Ji was about to struggle again, Wen Qi bit Cong Ji's throat hard: "Don't struggle."

"Okay." Cong Ji was carried into the tub by Wen Qi, and when Wen Qi also got into the tub, the shark tail instinctively wrapped around Wen Qi's waist.

Wen Qi caressed Cong Ji's shark tail and sighed secretly.

"I'm fine." Cong Ji stretched out his hand, took the bath beans, and cleansed the skin for Wen Qi.

Wen Qi rested his chin on Cong Ji's left shoulder, and while Cong Ji couldn't see his expression, he no longer concealed it, frowning.

After taking a bath, he carried Cong Ji back to the imperial couch.

Cong Ji touched Wen Qi's stomach and ordered the meal to be passed on.

Wen Qi placed all the meals on the table on the short table in front of the imperial couch, and handed the bamboo chopsticks to Cong Ji.

Perhaps because of the growth of shark tails, Cong Ji, who has never been picky about food, has become more fond of river and seafood.

In order to avoid Wen Qi's worry, he forced himself to use some soy pork ribs stew, shepherd's purse and taro soup.

Wen Qi cheered up and drank sea urchin and Bazhen tofu.

After lunch, he covered Cong Ji's shark's tail with a brocade quilt before someone removed the dishes.

Afterwards, he got on the imperial couch and transformed into a shark tail, which entangled with Cong Ji's shark tail.

The rest of the day passed quickly.

He couldn't sleep at night, staring closely at Cong Ji's shark tail.

It's a pity that Cong Ji's shark tail couldn't turn back into two feet until the sky was bright.

Cong Ji rubbed Wen Qi's hair: "Today's morning will trouble Zi Tong."

Wen Qi kissed Cong Ji's forehead, and said to himself: Kissing Shark Tail will turn her back into two feet.

Then, he got off the imperial couch, and as soon as he touched the ground, his shark tail immediately turned into two feet.

He changed into court clothes and went to the morning court alone.

Facing the doubts in the eyes of all the ministers, he found an excuse: "Your Majesty feels cold occasionally, so I will take full power to act as an agent of the government for the time being."

He and Cong Ji have jointly managed the government for more than ten years, so no courtiers raised any objections.

After coming down to the court, he ordered his servants to send all the memorials to the bedroom, and then he went down the jade steps as if nothing had happened, passed all the courtiers, and left the Golden Luan Hall.

As soon as he returned to the bedroom, he went straight to the imperial couch, lifted the bed curtains, and opened the brocade quilt to see that Cong Ji's shark's tail was still there.

Cong Ji hugged Wen Qi into his arms, and whispered: "Don't be afraid, one day, I will be able to restore my feet."

What day is it?

Wen Qi tried his best to smile, and lingered with Cong Ji for a while, then retreated from Cong Ji's arms to review the memorial together with Cong Ji.

Day after day, a full five days passed, and Cong Ji still couldn't change his feet.

Wen Qi guessed that maybe it was because he didn't allow Cong Ji to use sheep intestines and indulged in skin-to-skin dating.

He blamed himself very much, but he didn't know how to make up for it.

Of course Cong Ji knew what Wen Qi was thinking. After reviewing the last memorial, he rubbed his tail fin against Wen Qi's particularly sensitive scales, and said bluntly, "Let's have sex."

Wen Qi had no interest in copulating with Cong Ji, but he couldn't help it after being teased by Cong Ji.

This is real copulation, and the feeling of rubbing scales against each other is extremely fresh.

Wen Qi was powerless to think too much and was obsessed with it.

After a long time, Cong Ji kissed Wen Qi's sweaty eyebrows and said, "Are you okay?"

Wen Qi was still speechless, so he nodded.

Shamano was already a little slippery, but it was even more slippery after it was covered with sweat.

Wen Qi tried his best to wrap Cong Ji's shark tail tightly with his tail. After the aftertaste, he was full of melancholy again.

He was extremely tired and fell asleep, and just now he closed his eyes when he heard Cong Ji say: "Zitong, relax."

"Husband." He called out, relaxing his shark tail a little.

But Cong Ji said again: "Zitong, relax."

Is it so uncomfortable to be entangled with my shark's tail?

Wen Qi opened his eyes angrily, and saw that Cong Ji's lower body/body was not a shark's tail, but his feet.

He froze for a moment, only belatedly realized what Cong Ji wanted him to relax.

Cong Ji retreated with great difficulty, and was cleaning up for Wen Qi, when he suddenly heard Wen Qi say: "I had a dream, dreaming that my husband's feet turned into shark tails, and they couldn't change back."

"How could Zi Tong have such a dream? Could it be..." He pondered, "Could it be that he really wants to have sex with me?"

"It is true that I had copulation with my husband, even if it was a shark tail, I was awakened by him, but..." Wen Qi sat up, wrapped his arms around Cong Ji's neck, and then pressed Cong Ji's side cheek, "But There are too few tricks available for Sharktail and Sharktail."

Cong Ji said narrowly: "Today is Xiumu, if Zi Tong can bear it, I can let Zi Tong remember the two feet and the patterns of the two feet."

Wen Qi said happily: "It's rare for your husband to be so generous, how dare I refuse?"

At sunset, Cong Ji sucked/sucked Wen Qi's earlobe and said, "Actually, I also had the same dream as Zitong, and I also dreamed that I tasted Zitong's feet with a shark tail."

Wen Qi's face was stained with peach blossoms, and he said in amazement: "My husband and I really have a good understanding."

Cong Ji actually dreamed that he was no longer afraid of water and was swimming in the water with Wen Qi.

He was afraid that Wen Qi would be distressed, so he didn't talk to Wen Qi.