Deep sea mermaid head-to-head strategy

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Mefedais is offline, Sweet is officially online~

Sweet really had no strength, and was quietly played by Klein.

Klein sat sideways on the edge of the bathtub, holding a towel to help Sweet's hair dry.

He rubbed lightly, and the moisture was absorbed from the blond hair and scattered in locks across Sweet's forehead.

Sweet is very used to receiving other people's services, especially Klein's moderate strength, which makes him feel very comfortable like a massage.

The hair was roughly wiped, Klein used a wind bulb, and the wind from the wind bulb blew the wet blond hair half dry. By the way, the water on Sweet's body was also blown almost, saving the need to wipe the body. process.

The next step is to get dressed.

Mephides's clothes are no longer needed, so Klein brought his own clothes to help Sweet change.

Some awkward encounters were unavoidable during the period, and Klein's expression remained unchanged, as if the person in front of him was not a mermaid, but a lifeless doll.

Sweet leaned against the side of the bathtub, looked down at the young man helping him button up his buttons, his eyes wandered over his frowned eyebrows.

The green eyes are dark in the shadow of eyelashes and forehead hair, there must be something hidden in them, but its owner is too calm to see through.

Sweet temporarily suppressed the thought of explaining, and said, "Thank you."

Klein's current clothes were only a little bigger than Sweet's seven years ago.

"No, it should."

After tidying up, Klein thought about whether he should help or hug him.

Considering Sweet's self-esteem as a man, he chose the former, put on Sweet's shoulders, and helped him to the dining table.

Sweet said that he had a sore throat, so most of Klein's preparations were liquid food. Milk, soup, and fruit juice were placed on the dining table together.

Sweet picked up the spoon: "You don't want to eat?"

Klein walked to the door of the bathroom and said, "Yes. I'll clean the bathroom."

"..."

Sweet's fingers brushed against the handle of the silver spoon and took a sip of the bouillabaisse.

The wound on his lip healed at the end of the growth period, and when he touched the spoon, he recalled the vague memory of the pain, he paused, and put the soup in the spoon into his mouth.

After cleaning up the bathroom and filling the bathtub with water, Klein sat on the sofa and casually flipped through the collected travel notes, always paying attention to Sweet's movements.

Before I read a few words, my thoughts diverged elsewhere.

Paloi Port is probably the place with the richest mermaid legends on the entire continent. Now that some legends have been confirmed, the credibility of the rest has also been improved.

——I heard that mermaids can choose their own gender when they transform.

If the legend is true, then apparently, there is a reason why Sweet chose to be a man.

Klein randomly flipped through two pages and scanned the pages, but what he was thinking about was the scene where Mephides taught him to play the piano not long ago.

He thought regretfully: If he had known that Mephides would disappear, then he should have learned it seriously.

……

Sweet must have been surprised to hear him play that piece.

How can anyone remember the song they heard by accident seven years ago?

Klein was also curious.

But he just memorized it at the time, and he still took it out to ruminate from time to time. The impression was so deep that when Mephides asked, the melody automatically jumped out of his mind.

He crossed his legs and leaned on the arm of the sofa in a daze, not noticing that Sweet put down the spoon, got up from the table and walked towards him.

The book in his hand was taken away, and a pleasant voice came from above: "What are you thinking?"

Klein was startled, and looked up, only to see Sweet holding the book, flipping through a couple of pages without interest.

"..."

He swept over to the table, Sweet drank some soup, took a sip or two of juice, and downed half a glass of milk.

So I asked, "Are you strong now?"

Sweet looked up at him, threw the book on the coffee table, and leaned over to pull his collar.

Klein blocked his wrist, frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Sweet just wanted to see the injury on Klein's shoulder, but his resistance was too obvious, and before that, he would never show such an expression to Mephides.

Klein's tone of voice when he mentioned him to Mephides, and this fresh knowledge made Sweet feel agitated.

After a moment of silence, he lowered his hand to hold Klein's arm, and said inexplicably, "I'm feeling a little uncomfortable."

"……so?"

"Lend me for a while."

"..."

Klein's impression of Sweet was still seven years ago. At that time, from top to bottom, from inside to outside, Sweet was elegant and dignified everywhere.

He has no doubt that even if someone fights for Sweet's attention at that time, Sweet can still appreciate it with his chin in his hand.

But now, he was wearing clothes that were one size bigger, his blond hair had just been blown dry, and fell fluffy, blocking his eyes. The exposed skin was extremely pale due to transformation and blood loss, which made him look a bit thin and fragile.

But his movements were not weak. He leaned over and pressed Klein's arm, trapping him on the sofa. One leg was aggressively squeezed between Klein's legs. His eyes were deep blue and bewitching. He fell over, as if saying: Can I?

"……"Can't.

He is happy to meet Sweet's request as much as possible within his ability, provided that the request is reasonable.

"If you are tired, you can rest on the sofa. If you are worried about the third wave of growing pains, I will watch you by the side."

There are too many places to lean on in this house, and he is not a table, chair or bench, so there is no reason to lean on him.

Sweet looked at him silently without saying a word, and suddenly fell down from powerlessness.

Klein's heart trembled, and he quickly caught him.

As soon as he reached Sweet's ribs, two arms came up from behind and wrapped around his neck.

Immediately afterwards, the thin body exuding a frosty breath pressed down firmly on him.

"...?"

Klein didn't know if Sweet's weakness was real or not, so he raised both hands and pushed one hand on his shoulder, hesitating, "Sweet?"

Relying on the fact that she was a little smaller than Klein at this time, Sweet lay directly on Klein's side, resting on his shoulder.

The body under him passed the heat, and Sweet felt that the speed of sinking in the deep sea slowed down, and something light and floating wrapped him from below.

Under the cover of an unprecedented sense of security, he closed his eyes.

Klein was still waiting for Sweet's answer, but he didn't expect to hear the sound of even breathing. For a moment, he didn't know whether he felt more surprised or absurd.

This……

Are mermaids so clingy during metamorphosis?

Sweet's breathing was shallow, and his exhaled breath blew across his neck like a feather.

Looking at it from this angle, one can vaguely see some of Mephides's appearance when she was sleeping peacefully from the shadows cast by his brows, bridge of nose and eyelashes.

Klein put his hand on Sweet's hand that was clasped behind his head, and after a long time, he took it back again.

There are not many traces left by Mephides.

Consider it... her final farewell.