Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

Like falling into a vast ocean.

Sweet's eyes are blue and deep, like the surface of the sea in the clearest weather, the flickering lights are projected on the pupils, and the smallest waves on the sea surface under the breeze are not as soft as the swaying light and shadow in his eyes at the moment.

Klein thought about how it would feel to see Sweet again many times.

At this moment, from the inside out, the warmth and irony pouring out from the bottom of my heart are more abundant and plentiful than any one he had imagined before.

—Sweet just sitting there gave him great comfort.

Klein stood at the door without moving.

Sweet put the book on the coffee table, got up and walked over, stopped in front of Klein, and glanced out through the door that was still closed—Hyman waited for more than ten seconds after seeing Klein enter the room , nothing unusual happened, and drove away—reaching out to help Klein, "Are you drinking?"

The familiar breath is approaching, and it is wrapped around and neutralized by the heat from the neck due to the heat of the wine, brewing a thick and extremely tense atmosphere.

That atmosphere was squeezed to twist and arch in the shortened distance between the two.

Klein's mood fluctuated violently, and he didn't reply for a while. Sweet held his arm and pulled him to the single-seater sofa he usually sat on.

A cool hand was placed on the side of Klein's neck, and after a while, Sweet said, "It's a bit hot."

He went to the kitchen with ease and poured a glass of water, and handed it to Klein. Klein silently watched him go back and forth between the kitchen and the living room, took the water glass in front of him, took a symbolic sip, and put the water glass on the coffee table.

There were several fire elemental magic balls in the room, and it was warm. Sweet was only wearing a shirt in the room, but Klein was wearing a coat. After a while, the tip of his nose was sweating again.

Sweet helped him take off his coat and put it on the armrest beside the sofa, trying to unbutton the collar of his shirt to let him breathe.

Klein's whole body now exudes a slight tide of heat because of the alcohol and the slightly higher temperature in the room.

In this case, the difference in body temperature between mermaids and humans becomes more obvious.

Before Sweet's hand touched his button, he already felt a cool air stretching towards his neck.Based on the stimulating impression of the moment of hot and cold contact, he leaned back slightly and raised his hand to grab Sweet's fingers.

Sweet glanced at the grasped hand and explained, "I just want you to relax."

Klein: "..."

Klein neither spoke nor let go, and slowly organized his thoughts, thinking about what to do next.

"Are you drunk?" Sweet asked.

He was a little uncertain because Klein was too calm.

From the moment he opened the door and saw him, whether it was surprise or surprise, Klein didn't show any similar emotions.

It seems that seeing him appearing here is a common thing.

"..." Klein tightened his grip on his hand, raised his head belatedly, looked up into Sweet's eyes, and replied, "Maybe."

Perhaps it was because Klein returned to a warm environment from a place with a low temperature, and Klein's warm green eyes were covered with a layer of water vapor, as if they were filled with light and were about to drip.

Sweet had originally tilted his head to chuckle because of his tightened hands, but when his eyes moved up to meet Klein's gaze, the smile gradually retracted, and his expression became serious.

He had been standing bent over in front of the sofa. At this moment, as if he had been summoned, he pressed one knee on the cushion on the outside of Klein's thigh and sank a little.

The distance suddenly narrowed, and Sweet's grasped fingers spread, and he held Klein instead, asking, "What does 'maybe' mean?"

It was obvious that Sweet's knees were pressed against the sofa cushions, but Klein felt that the weight was on him. Sweet's shadow enveloped him, instantly blurring his vision and making it difficult to breathe. A sense of danger comes.

He vaguely remembered that the same thing happened on a similar night.

However, searching through the memory, I couldn't find any exact picture.

It doesn't really matter.

Klein didn't care about the vague impressions left in his mind, nor did he care about the questions he had uttered in front of Heyman while drinking.

It was enough to see Sweet.

The reaction became more and more sluggish, and the busyness that had been intentionally promoted in the past two months was completely retired at this moment, as if the gears of a perpetual mechanical clock finally stopped turning.

Thinking too much, he doesn't want to think anymore now, only remembering Sweet's previous question after concentrating on his memory——

What does "maybe" mean?

Means nothing.

——In the posture of being held, he pulled down hard, causing Sweet to fall down.

Caught off guard, Sweet put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, bent his elbow, and pressed his palm against the coat Klein had just taken off.

Just as he was showing a slightly surprised expression and wanted to straighten up, Klein pulled him again, leaned up and approached him, and bit his lips impartially against the refreshing smell.

The jerk caused Klein's head to become dizzy, and he staggered away after kissing him. He closed his eyes and endured the feeling of inversion.

Sweet's body froze. After a long while, he raised his hand and bent his fingers to touch his lips. His eyelids trembled, and he looked up at Klein.

"you……"

Klein looked surprised, let go of Sweet's hand, and went to rub his forehead.

Sweet took a deep breath and remained silent for a while, without further questioning, he pushed Klein's hand away and pressed his temples alternately.

Seeing Klein's furrowed brows stretch, he asked, "Is it better?"

Klein was physically and mentally exhausted at the moment, and it was difficult to even nod his head. He opened his eyes and slowly closed them as an answer.

Sweet stopped moving his hands, then continued to rub, rubbed, and slid down. One hand was pressed on Klein's shoulder, and the other hand brushed his side face, lifting his Chin, looking down at him.

Klein was forced to open his eyes and turned his head away in displeasure, but was fixed back by Sweet. Just as he was about to speak, Sweet lowered his shoulders and kissed him on the lips. Rubbed, then slightly backed away, and looked at him, as if asking for approval.

Sweet's eyes were extraordinarily bright, as if there were blue flames leaping inside. Klein was stunned for a moment, but was suddenly pushed against the back of the sofa, and the shadow covering above was completely suppressed, bringing Si Witt's uniquely warm and cool lips pressed against her.

Unlike the initial taste, and the wildness outside the house last time, this kiss was gradual, gentle and long.Sweet held Klein's face from top to bottom, from probing to entanglement. When Klein held the side of his neck, he deliberately lowered his body to make him more comfortable, but accidentally completely pressed him on top of him. Reluctant to separate, they squeezed closer, and in the chaotic and rapid breathing, they scratched and wrinkled the shirts on both of them.

The coolness traveled all the way to the back along the side of his waist. Klein's heart beat violently, and the impulse that had been dormant for many years was awakened, his head became hot, and the blood in his whole body was activated.

During the gap between them, he asked with difficulty: "Did you..." take advantage of the attraction of mermaid blood?

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a kiss from Sweet who chased after him. After the deep kiss, Sweet answered in a low voice in his ear: "No."

Klein was at a loss—if not, did his heart beat so fast by himself?

He heard Sweet let out a muffled laugh, and when he raised his head, his chin was bitten. It didn't hurt, but it was intimate and ambiguous.

"..."

never mind.Klein gave up pursuing the cause.

No matter what the reason was, he really wanted to get close to Sweet now, and he did follow his inner thoughts.

The other party is also a man, so there is no need to be too gentle. When Klein is rarely inconsiderate, every move expresses the clearest and most straightforward desire.

Sweet's stern brows were stained with a smile, and he pampered Klein gently.

At a certain moment, the ball of light on the table flickered twice, and the living room was instantly darkened, leaving only the fire elemental ball in the corner of the room still exuding a faint halo. It didn't take long for the halo of the fire ball to be exhausted. , the whole house was shrouded in dark blue night.

In the flower bed outside the house, the petals of the love flower unfolded quietly, like an elegant swan raising its head and bending its neck, glowing with the color of sapphire under the moonlight.

The next morning, Klein felt something strangled around his waist in a half-dream and half-awake state. When he opened his eyes, he met a pair of blue eyes. Startled, he withdrew back, stretched his hands under the quilt, and pulled them around his waist. on the arm.

Sweet let him go and watched him sit up with a comfortable and gentle expression.

Klein glanced at him suspiciously, recalling what happened last night. When those memories came back to his mind, he was almost stunned in confusion. After a while, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Sweet woke up a long time ago, and got out of bed at this time, and followed Klein to the bathroom.

Klein turned to look at him, Sweet stopped, watched the bathroom door close in front of him, smiled, and walked into the kitchen.

When Klein came out of the wash, Sweet had already prepared breakfast, and when he went to wash, he passed Klein and naturally kissed him sideways.

Klein: "..."

There was the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he stood there for a while, then sat down at the dining table with his lips tight.

Breakfast was spent in silence.

After breakfast, Klein took the initiative to take care of the tableware, and then went to work in the study as usual.

After a while, there was a knock on the door of the study.

Klein was flipping through a book about the Eastern Secret Land. Since he sat down at the desk, he read a page over and over a dozen times without remembering a single word.

Hearing the knock on the door, the hand resting on the page slightly curled up.

Before he could answer, Sweet pushed the door open and came in. With a cup of coffee in his hand, he put it on Klein's table.

"Thank you." Klein said politely.

Sweet put down his coffee and didn't go out. Instead, he pressed his hand on the book in front of Klein, forcing him to focus on himself.

Klein clicked his tongue in his heart, and raised his eyes boldly.

Sweet looked down at him and asked, "If I understand correctly, do you want to pretend that nothing happened yesterday?"

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I just posted it too, did you see it this time?