Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Klein looked out the front windshield, and sure enough, he saw Sweet.

The sea breeze blew his hair messy, and the neckline of his jacket was shaking in the wind, but his gaze didn't waver at all, and he sank into the power car.

Heyman parked the car tens of meters away from the door of the house, met the eyes of Sweet who was outside the car, and hooked the corner of his lower lip with pleasure.

Klein glanced at the figure waiting in front of the courtyard, and said, "Thank you for sending me back."

As he spoke, he was about to open the door and get out of the car, but this was his first time in a patrol car, and he couldn't find the button to open the door, so he touched the door a few times.

There was a chuckle from beside him, suddenly his shoulders were pressed, and a strand of blond hair slid across the side of his face, bringing a sweet smell of hormones.

When Klein turned his head, his lips accidentally touched Heyman's side face, and immediately pressed his body back, staggering a small distance.

With a click, the door opened.

Heyman stepped back, put his elbows on the steering wheel, bent his eyes and pointed his side face with his fingers, "It's time for a kiss."

Klein: "..."

Klein pushed the car door open, and Heyman said slowly behind him: "Don't forget what I told you before, and that you still owe me a date."

"I know." Klein didn't correct his pretentiously ambiguous remarks, and closed the car door from the outside.

Heyman threw a provocative smile in Sweet's direction, turned around and drove away.

"..."

Klein stood there for a while, realizing that Sweet had no intention of leaving. He put his hands on both sides of his cheeks, covering the lower half of his face, and brushed his index finger over his lips. Back, making up his mind secretly, Huo Di withdrew his hands and walked towards the front of the house.

He went straight past Sweet, and was about to push the door with his hand, but was grabbed by the wrist by a hand protruding diagonally.

"..." Klein didn't look at Sweet, intending to retract his fingers on the door, and when he sensed this thought, he forced himself to stretch his fingers back, glanced to the side, and asked, "What's the matter? "

The scent of frost was brought over by the wind, dispelling the sweet smell from the power car.

"..."

Sweet didn't speak, but the strength in his hands gradually increased, and his breathing sounded a little heavy. He could hear Klein subconsciously adjust his breathing to synchronize with him.

The pressure reached a certain point and he lost patience.

"you--"

"You let him kiss you?" Sweet said abruptly.

Klein was stunned: "When will I...?"

Sweet asked again: "Did you kiss him?"

"I—" Klein recalled Heyman deliberately approaching when he got out of the car, and the provocative smile before leaving, and suddenly realized.

That's right, Heyman saw the crazy man before Sweet, knew that he was a mermaid, and knew that he was very hard of hearing, so he purposely said those ambiguous words.

It's hard to say whether Heyman was trying to flirt or get revenge.

One or two are so difficult to deal with.

Klein's heart was exhausted, he pulled his hand back and said, "Let's take it for granted."

There was a thump in Sweet's chest, and something sank under Klein's understatement.

"Klein."

Klein turned his head: "You still have—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he grabbed Klein's chin with one hand, and frost and snow came towards him.

"!?"

Klein's pupils shrank, and his reaction was half a beat before he turned his head away. After being kissed to the corner of his mouth, he pushed Sweet away abruptly, and said angrily, "Are you crazy?"

At this moment, his face was full of shock and displeasure, completely different from when he talked with Heyman just now.

A whirlwind of jealousy multiplied tore at Sweet's sanity.

Touching the defense and disgust in Klein's eyes, a string in his mind suddenly snapped.

Sweet firmly inserted his fingers into Klein's, pulled his shoulders, pressed him against the door, and kissed him.

Under the gate, the spacious space became cramped because of the two bodies that were close together, and there was a rustling sound of the cloth being entangled by the owner.

Biting, grinding, forcing, capturing, all the repressed unwillingness poured into the messy kiss.Even the unchanging desolate smell was dyed dizzy by the undercurrent expanding wantonly in the corner, almost scalding people.

Klein pushed and failed to push away. He looked away and was chased again. The anger accumulated in his chest finally rushed to the top of his head, and he changed his defense into an attack.

Sensing Klein's response, Sweet's body tensed, and then he let go of the hand that was restraining Klein, and turned to hold his face.

As soon as Klein broke free from him, he mercilessly pushed his elbow away from Sweet's chest. He almost hated his own reason. He gasped and raised his hand to make a fist, but he stopped abruptly before he swung it. There was a slam on the door.

There was a loud noise, which caused continuous humming, and the heartbeat of Sweet, who was also panting, became violent.

His expression was blank, as if he had gradually come to his senses, and felt ashamed of what he had just done. The next second, he forcibly held back his shame, and wanted to go forward as if he had made up his mind, but when he saw Klein's pair of hands on the moon, The dark green eyes that were about to ignite under the color stopped suddenly.

The aftershocks of the door panels are close to none.

Klein tried to calm his breath, and said in a cold tone, "Can you get out?"

The boiling thoughts cooled down rapidly.

His lips were tingling, and Sweet raised his hand to wipe it, the belly of his finger was dark red.

Unable to explain, he said hoarsely, "Sorry. I just..."

"Enough is enough, I don't want to hear it."

The moist feeling on his lips was taken away by the wind, Klein turned and entered the courtyard, and slammed the courtyard door.

Half an hour later, Butler Parton heard the sound of the door opening, came out of the room, and turned on the light in the living room.

In the huge living room, Sweet was slumped deep in the sofa alone, with his hands on his forehead to cover his expression. His usual neat clothes were rarely disheveled, and he seemed extremely embarrassed and depressed.

Surprise flashed across Patton's face, and his professionalism made him put off the doubts in his heart. He quickly went to the bathroom to put away the bath water, went upstairs to get a change of clothes, and put them on the shelf in the bathroom.

Everything is ready, come out and ask Sweet to wash up.

However, Sweet didn't raise his head, and still maintained the original posture, not even a slight ups and downs of breathing.

"Master," Parton had already guessed a bit, but still asked, "What happened?"

"..."

"Didn't you go to see Master Klein? Master Klein hasn't returned yet?"

Hearing Klein's name, Sweet moved and said in a shy voice, "I made him angry."

Parton watched Sweet grow up, and apart from not following him for more than a year, it was the first time he had seen him so depressed in more than 20 years.

I kept silent for a while, and said after deliberation: "Master Klein is a generous person, maybe you can apologize to him and ask for his forgiveness."

The hand on the forehead tightened, "I have done too much, he may not want to see me again."

He didn't want to do that.

It's just that Klein's attitude gap between him and Heyman made him unable to bear it...

"Didn't you go to remind Master Klein to be careful of Hook? How come... that conch..."

A navy blue conch lay by Sweet's leg.

There are many scratches on the smooth shell of the conch, and broken cracks appear on the bulging part of the shell, as if it has experienced bumps and frictions - I heard from the mermaid who has been to the Filia Sea that His Highness came from the ore city of Bugatina. found in the mines.

Patton took back what he said later, and changed his words: "Hall... No, the young master should go to rest first, and see if Master Klein calms down tomorrow."

"..."

Sweet took a deep breath and sighed softly, "I'll stay here for a while, don't worry about me."

There are still a few days before Dick and Lisa's wedding, and the couple-to-be are busy furnishing the new house, while Klein and Nata go to help when they have nothing to do.

When Klein dropped the decorative magic ball hanging in front of the window for the third time, Nata finally couldn't take it anymore and pushed him into the living room to do some simple sorting work.

Dick was sweetly stringing pearls on the hem of Lisa's wedding dress. Seeing Klein being kicked out, he asked curiously, "What's going on with you today? Why are you so upset?"

Klein paused, sat down in front of the sofa, and asked, "Am I irritable?"

Dick was surprised: "Can't you feel it yourself?"

Klein remained silent, while stuffing the ribbon into the balloon, he pondered his current state of mind.

Angry?

……maybe.

"You've been out of your mind since this morning." Klein has become more and more calm in recent years, and Dick can't remember how long he hasn't seen him like this.

I always feel that his current state is a bit familiar, as if I have seen him somewhere, playing the role of a friend, and asking intimately: "Did something happen?"

The images of the chaotic panting scene that he was about to visit from time to time flashed by, and Klein frowned and pursed his lips tightly.

His sip caught Dick's attention, "By the way, I wanted to ask a long time ago, but I always forgot. What happened to the corner of your mouth?"

Klein: "..."

He didn't want to say.

That night, he and Sweet were a little bit over the top, bumping back and forth regardless, and he didn't realize that the corner of his mouth was broken until he got home.

This small injury would not go to the elves to heal it. It didn't take long for the scab to form, and now even the scab is about to fall off.

The feeling of entanglement between lips and teeth surged back up, Klein shook it off with concentration, and lied casually: "I accidentally bumped into it."

Of course Dick didn't believe it, and joked: "Then you can really hit the corner of your mouth, and only hurt a small piece."

"..."

Klein didn't even want to make up his words, so he just kept silent and followed Dick to tease and laugh.

He didn't say anything, Dick could only guess for himself, the location of the injury was so embarrassing, it was either hit or scratched and bitten.

If he was beaten, it would be impossible for him to have no bruises on his face. Besides, who would dare to fight Klein now?

It is most likely the latter.

The more Dick thinks about it, the more reasonable it becomes—Klein is so popular, he might meet one or two crazy and bold suitors, and if he fails to pursue him, he will force him to get close to him, and if he doesn't grasp the strength at once, it will easily lead to the current situation.

So, is Klein upset about that suitor?

As a friend, Dick expertly strung the pearls, thinking: I wish the suitor was a good-looking one, and it would save—

When the pearls passed through the tough thread, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, remembering where Klein's déjà vu came from when he was upset.

He was in a daze, and was asking for proof, when he suddenly heard Lisa shouting outside: "Klein!"

Klein looked at Dick suspiciously, interrupted the conversation, put down the things in his hands, got up and walked outside, and asked as he walked, "What's wrong?"

Lisa ran in with a box in a panic, and nearly bumped into Klein. Klein supported her, but was quickly squeezed away by Dick who came up behind.

Dick still hated that Klein was the first man Lisa liked, and from time to time he had to be jealous in front of Lisa. At this time, he ignored the flash of inspiration just now, stood guard in front of Klein, and turned his head to ask Lisa affectionately. : "What's wrong? You can tell me something."

"I want to find Klein, it has nothing to do with you, why are you here to join in the fun?" Lisa pushed Dick away in disgust.

Dick ate it immediately, with a disappointed expression on his face. Lisa rolled her eyes speechlessly, kissed him on the cheek, and calmed him down. Then she turned to Klein and opened the box in her hand, "Look."

The box was full of large pearls, and many rare gems.

Klein was puzzled: "Is there... is there any problem?"

The problem is big.

Lisa said: "This is from your neighbor's housekeeper, Mr. Patton, who said it was a wedding gift from his young master to me and Dick. Dick and I have no friendship with him. He probably gave it to you for your sake." Here, but these are too expensive, how do you see what to do with them?"

Crane's neighbor?Isn't that Sweet?

The flash of inspiration just unfolded slowly, and Dick ding-dong in his head, that's right, Klein's previous state, wasn't it the same as nine years ago when he was worried about gains and losses because of Sweet?

A thunderbolt strikes.

Dick realized.

He he he... what did he do!

At that time, he was young, and because of Klein's special attitude towards Sweet, he had a cold war with Klein.

His friendship with Klein is completely different from the friendship between Klein and Sweet!

When Dick was breaking down, Klein was staring at the jewelry in the box.

Most of this gift was prepared by Butler Parton, who must have inquired about Lisa's preferences in advance. The few rubies in the box were all Lisa's favorites.

"Klein?" Seeing that he hadn't responded for a long time, Lisa called him.

Klein flashed, and said with a smile: "Since it's a wedding gift, there is nothing expensive or not. It doesn't matter, just accept it."

"But..." Lisa hesitated.

"Don't worry, I will thank him for you guys." Klein reassured.

The so-called acknowledgment is to send back some collections of similar value.

Klein originally wanted to give the things to Butler Patton directly, but he didn't expect that it would be Sweet who came to open the door.

One of the two stood inside the door, the other stood outside the door, and they froze when they met each other.

Especially Sweet, when his eyes fell on Klein's face, he never looked away.

It was Klein who spoke first, "Mr. Patton is not here?"

"Yeah." Sweet replied.

Perhaps because he felt that the answer was too short, he added a half sentence: "Go back to the Undersea Palace."

"Oh."

Anyway, handing over the things to Butler Patton was also asking him to convey his thanks to Sweet.

After being speechless for a while, Klein simply handed the box in his hand to Sweet, and said calmly, "The gift you gave to Dick and Lisa, they like it very much, thank you."

Instead of taking his things, Sweet said, "Sorry about that night."

"..."

Klein didn't want to mention what happened that day, he just pretended it didn't happen, and left as soon as the gift was delivered.

"Wait a minute," Sweet opened the door completely, and called Klein to stop, "Hooker escaped from prison. You are hated by him because of me and Mephidice. I hope I can help."

It's all about caring about him.

Klein stopped, and his tone eased slightly: "I will take care of myself."

"I was waiting for you at the door that night because I wanted to talk about Hook. Because I was jealous of the person who sent you back—"

"I see."

Klein interrupted, closed his eyes, and walked away, leaving Sweet behind him.