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

He didn't open his eyelids, ordering himself to sleep again, however, after a short time, he already had a fine layer of hot sweat, and his underwear and underwear were sticking to his body, making him very uncomfortable.

He exhaled hot air and tried to keep himself away from Cong Ji, but his body was out of control, and instead moved towards Cong Ji.

Cong Ji was sleeping deeply, but he frowned slightly, obviously being disturbed by something disturbing, and he couldn't even sleep peacefully.

Maybe I am one of the annoying things?

sorry.He said in his heart, His Majesty shouldn't treat me so tenderly.

Fearing that he might force Cong Ji again, he forcibly peeled off his body from Cong Ji.

To avoid hitting the top of the bed, he bent his back and did not stand up straight.

He looked at Cong Ji reluctantly again, before stepping over Cong Ji and getting off the bed.

Outside the Danquan Hall, there are many guards, he will not be able to get out. Inside the Danquan Hall, the farthest place from the bed is the pool, so he stepped on the woven leather and walked straight to the pool. When he reached the pool, he faded away. Take off the obscene clothes and trousers, and jump into the pool.

Because the ground dragon was burned in the Danquan Hall, the water in the pool is only slightly cool.

But this coolness is like a boat on a desperate journey, which made him feel better.

He sank into the pool, in order to wake himself up, he desperately recalled the sage books he had read recently, trying to wash his dirty heart with the sage books.

An hour later, how could he recall any sage books, his mind was already occupied by Cong Ji, and all he could recall were the clips of getting along with Cong Ji: the first time Cong Ji held his hand, The first time Cong Ji hugged him, the first time Cong Ji kissed his forehead, the first time Cong Ji reciprocated for him...

He has never done these intimate things with others, and he does not want to do them with others in the future.

He will probably end up alone all his life?

The lifespan of a shark is much longer than that of ordinary people. If there is no accident, he can help Cong Ji collect the corpse and cry for Cong Ji.

If Cong Ji is willing, he can also cut off the shark meat to help Cong Ji live forever, even if he wants to cut off all the shark meat.

He was really bewitched by Cong Ji, and he didn't want his life for Cong Ji's sake.

If Cong Ji is unwilling, he can still think of a way to trick Cong Ji into eating shark meat.

If Cong Ji is unwilling and he can't think of a way, he will do his best to assist Cong Ji's heirs.

Cong Ji will inevitably have children, but he will cut off his children and grandchildren.

While thinking about it, his body boiled the water in this pool.

He stared at the surface of the pool, smiled wryly and said to himself: If I were an ordinary fish, I would have turned into fish soup by now.

After half an hour, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, and stretched out his hands, one in front and one in back, using both hands together.

He lay on the bottom of the pool, curled up, as if he had returned to his mother's womb.

After going out for a while, he thought of his mother inappropriately. His mother raised him up hard, and then strangled him to death with tears, but he never repaid his mother at all.

If my mother is alive in heaven, she will be sad to learn that he has become like this.

His mother had never said a single harsh word to him, and now he was afraid that he would make his mother so disgusted that he didn't know how to scold him, so he could teach him to turn around.

"Aniang, I know I'm wrong. I shouldn't be happy with Cong Ji, but Aniang, I've decided to be obsessed with it." He withdrew his hand and hugged his body with both hands. As soon as his fingertips touched the skin, He suddenly felt extremely sick to his hands.

After another cup of tea, he made his hands even more disgusting, but unfortunately, it wasn't enough.

He wanted to harm himself, but because he was afraid of offending Cong Ji, he could only suffer in pain.

The pain seemed endless, and he finally scratched his heart with his nails.

The next moment, he seemed to hear Cong Ji calling him: "Wen Qi, Wen Qi..."

He collected himself and listened attentively, and it really was Cong Ji.

Is it time for Cong Ji to go to court early?

He heaved a sigh of relief, followed Cong Ji's faint figure, and surfaced out of the water.

However, the room was full of candles and the bright moon hung high, obviously it was far from the time for Cong Ji to go to court early.

He looked at Cong Ji, and said apologetically, "I'm not wrong, I'm in this pool just because I want to swim, Your Majesty, don't worry about me, go and rest quickly."

Cong Ji swept across the steaming white mist, and stretched out his hand towards Wen Qi: "Come up."

Wen Qi didn't hold Cong Ji's hand, but shook his head and said, "I want to swim for a while longer."

"Do you know that your condition is obvious?" Cong Ji wanted to grab Wen Qi's left shoulder, but Wen Qi dodged it.

Wen Qi stepped back again and again, and lied: "It's because the earth dragon is too hot that the water in this pool boils."

"Really?" Cong Ji lowered his face, "Did you come up consciously, or did I go down?"

Wen Qi suddenly recalled the previous incident - he was angry with Cong Ji and treated him coldly, sitting at the bottom of the pool, refusing to go up for a long time, Cong Ji had to go into the water to look for him, and almost drowned.

Of course he didn't want Cong Ji to risk going into the water, but he didn't want to go up either.

Cong Ji sighed: "Isn't I your male shark? Come up."

"But it's temporary." Wen Qi stepped back again.

"Yes, this is temporary, we should have fun in time." Cong Ji coaxed, "I miss you, come up, let me have a good taste again."

Wen Qi refused: "Your Majesty, it's better not to bother with me."

Cong Ji suddenly noticed that the pool water around Wen Qi was a little dark red, and asked sharply, "Did you harm yourself?"

Wen Qi wanted to cover it up and said: "Your Majesty, could it be that he was sleepy? I'm fine, how could I harm myself?"

Having said so many words, he was about to be unable to hide his strangeness.

"Your Majesty, go and rest quickly, Mei Shan." He hurriedly dived into the water, and then saw Cong Ji jumping down without hesitation.

Cong Ji once experienced the feeling of being almost suffocated. He tried his best to adapt himself to this feeling, while recalling the swimming skills he learned when he was young, but his body didn't listen at all. A head, all limbs are not owned by him.

He is not far from Wen Qi, but it seems to be separated by mountains and rivers.

He had a plan in mind and let himself sink without struggling.

As he expected, Wen Qi immediately swam towards him.

Wen Qi's body was boiling hot, hotter than the boiling pool water.

He let Wen Qi lift him ashore, then coughed, pretending to be weak and said: "I almost drowned just now."

Wen Qi hugged Cong Ji guiltily: "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

"I didn't blame you." Cong Ji was not a gentleman, he coughed continuously on purpose, and when he was young, he said weakly, "Please help me to the bed."

Wen Qi obediently helped Cong Ji onto the bed, and was about to go back to the pool, but was kissed by Cong Ji on the heart.

The five scratches on the heart were shocking, Cong Ji kissed the scratches carefully, and at the same time, put his left hand around Wen Qi's waist.

Wen Qi's whole body went limp all of a sudden, and he had no strength to resist Cong Ji.

Cong Ji's right hand slowly slid across Wen Qi's protruding spine, and whispered in his ear: "Let me help you."

Wen Qi let Cong Ji do whatever he wanted, and not long after, another fine layer of sweat broke out.

Cong Ji looked at Wen Qi condescendingly, and asked solemnly: "Is it your own fingers that feel comfortable, or mine?"

Wen Qi didn't answer, but said: "Your Majesty's complexion is not good, you must rest more."

"You don't have to worry about me." Cong Jifu asked again, "Is it your own fingers that feel comfortable, or mine?"

Wen Qi said worriedly: "Wen Qi thinks that His Majesty should rest more, and can't act recklessly based on his physical strength."

"Alright, Mei Shan." Cong Ji said so, but viciously did not retract his fingers.

Wen Qi was so uncomfortable that he wanted to take away Cong Ji's fingers, but Cong Ji grabbed his wrist instead.

"Your Majesty..." Wen Qi had to beg for mercy, "Your Majesty, don't bully me."

Cong Ji closed his eyes and fell asleep, ignoring Wen Qi.

Wen Qi's voice was forced into tears: "Your Majesty...Your Majesty...don't bully me..."

Cong Ji immediately opened his eyes and asked, "Who am I?"

Wen Qi sniffed: "Your Majesty is the king of a country in the Southern Jin Dynasty."

This was not the answer Cong Ji wanted to get. He further asked, "Who is I to you?"

Wen Qi said without thinking: "Your Majesty is my favorite."

Cong Ji forced to ask: "Other than that, who else is I to you?"

Wen Qi said obediently: "Your Majesty is still my male shark."

"Since I am your hero, why did you abandon me?" Cong Ji felt as though a knife had been twisted in his heart, "I don't want to see you suffer, let alone see you harm yourself."

Wen Qi explained: "I didn't abandon Your Majesty, I just..."

Cong Ji interrupted: "You are just afraid that I will be overindulged/desire, lack of sleep, and hurt the root."

Wen Qi tried his best to maintain his composure: "Your Majesty must take care of the dragon's body."

Cong Ji said patiently: "Why don't you think more about yourself? And I really didn't force it."

Wen Qi couldn't control himself anymore, and took the initiative to kiss Cong Ji's lips.

He said shamefully between the kisses: "Your Majesty's fingers are more comfortable."

After a while, he stroked his stomach and couldn't help saying: "Your Majesty, I am happy with you."

Cong Ji replied: "I am also happy with you."

About two hours later, Wen Qi stroked Cong Ji's outstanding eyebrows and said, "I'm fine, Your Majesty should take a rest."

Cong Ji nodded, and after a while, he ordered his servant to bring water, and after taking a bath with Wen Qi in his arms, he closed his eyes.

Wen Qi lazily rubbed his forehead against Cong Ji's chest, and said in a voice like a mosquito: "Your Majesty, Mei Shan."

Cong Ji didn't open his eyes, and said softly: "Wen Qi, sleep well."

Wen Qi's first breeding period lasted a full [-] days before it was completely over.

The longest reproductive period of ordinary mermen is no more than ten days, how could it last as long as twelve days?

If he hadn't been in good health and had no discomfort, he would have doubted whether he was sick.

On the morning of the thirteenth day, Cong Ji had already gone to court, Wen Qi nestled in the brocade quilt, his body was full of Cong Ji's smell.

He looked at the top of the bed, thinking hard about the reason why Cong Ji left him in the palace.

At that time, Cong Ji once said that staying in the palace was his compensation for forcing Cong Ji.

But he doesn't have anything, what can he do to compensate Cong Ji by staying in the palace?

He thought that Doctor Zhang would come to take his pulse soon, so he got out of bed.

Because his feet were weak and his waist was sore, he had no choice but to lie back on the bed.

After a long time, he managed to stand up.

Afterwards, while he was getting dressed, he thought to himself: Why did Cong Ji order Imperial Physician Zhang to take my pulse every day?I'm not sick, I'm just in heat.Is it out of concern?After all, this is my first breeding season.