forced to be pampered by monsters

It only takes a day to stabilize the shape.

After handing over the food to the spiders, the black mist condensed into a human body again, and possessed a more realistic body temperature.

He remembered that in his sleepless dream, apart from the face and body imagined from his subconscious mind, there was also the consistent temperature when he touched it.

Every detail is completely in accordance with what Weimian likes and is familiar with, and completely transforms himself into a human appearance.

Weimian asked who he was, and didn't he remember what happened last night.

But didn't he also say during the day that he thanked himself for treating his injury.

Hei Mist took a step forward, and Wei Mian retreated again.

He turned his head in a panic and saw that the spider didn't even hide, and continued to roast the meat as if nothing had happened.

That's not the way spiders react when they meet other strangers...

Weimian realized that the person in front of him was unusual, showing a dazed and uncertain expression.

This man is good looking.

Apart from strangeness and defensiveness, this is Weimian's first impression of him. Although he grew up in the base, he hasn't seen many people.

A bit taller than him, not as thin as him, and his facial features are almost impeccable.

Only her face was a little cold, and when those pitch-black eyes looked over emotionlessly, Weimian unconsciously felt a little bit of fear.

But gradually, Weimian felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, he was clearly unfamiliar with this face.

He thought of the black mist that appeared in his dreams every night, but couldn't remember his face when he woke up.

The spider does not hide when it sees a stranger. This seems to be the only possibility for the identity of the visitor.

But when the dream really became reality...Weimian couldn't adapt in such a short period of time.

In addition, he couldn't remember Hei Mist's face clearly after waking up from the dream, and he might even have no face at all, and the human figure condensed by Hei Mist in the past was also blurred.

Even though Weimian guessed that he might slowly fade away like a cat, a layer of hazy mist.

But he has always regarded Hei Mist as a monster, and the other party has changed from a monster to a human, his kind.

Sleepless is not yet fully prepared.

He kept backing away until his back touched the half-broken wall, nervously watching the person in front of him getting closer.

Black Mist asked back: "Who am I?"

Weimian slightly opened her eyes wide, and... still talking.

No, it seems that he can talk in the dream... He also doesn't remember the voice of Hei Wu in the dream, but he still feels familiar at this moment.

He said cautiously: "Is it... Ateng?"

As soon as the words fell, Weimian saw that the other party's cold expression seemed to have eased.

Hei Wu didn't respond, and his pure black pupils were different from before, but when he looked down at him, the appearance of a black cat immediately appeared in Weimian's mind.

Every time he called the black cat, it looked over quietly like this, with no more emotion in its eyes, at most it would gently move the tip of its tail to express its response.

Unmian's mood suddenly became more indescribable. Not only was a monster taking on a human form, the man in his dream turned into reality and his cat became a man.

If Black Mist is his cat...

And facing the new form of the black mist, he seems to have to use a new way to get along with each other.

The atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, only the slight sound of the spider turning the branches and roasting the meat. Weimian didn't know what to say when Hei Wu suddenly stretched out his hand.

He grabbed Weimian's wrist and pulled it up, put it on the side of his face, opened his lips and said, "Don't remember me?"

Even though Weimian knew who he was, his reaction was very strange.

This face was obviously no different from the one in his dream, he forgot, or something went wrong.

He let Weimian touch himself to feel the most real body temperature, if something is wrong, he can correct it.

Wei Mian was caught off guard, and her palm was forced to stick to the warm skin.

He wanted to retract his hand as if he had been scalded.

However, the strength of the black mist was too great, he didn't hold it tightly, but he couldn't break free.

The tone and appearance of his speech are not much different from just now, as if the moment of gentleness after calling "A Teng" is just an illusion of Wanmian, and now if Weimian doesn't say the answer he wants, he will be angry.

Weimian thought that Heiwu meant that he had condensed a human form before, but it was more complete, so why didn't he remember him.

After struggling for a moment, Weimian replied: "... I remember."

In any case, this answer satisfied Hei Mist.

He put down his sleepless hand, but he was not willing to let go.

To have a real human body, more real than anything he had felt in his sleepless dreams.

Delicate and fair skin, blood is surging in the blood vessels under the skin, and if you get closer, the unique breath of Sleepless will become stronger.

Hei Mist caressed that small piece of wrist, turning the soft palm over to expose it to sight.

The base of Sleepless's ears was slightly red, he and the figure of the black mist were very close in the dream, but it was a dream, and he forgot all about it after waking up.

In reality, he has never had much contact with anyone, even touching hands.

The old vines, little squirrels... and black cats don't count, they are different from the human body in front of them.

The spider approached at this time, holding up the roasted meat: "Woohoo!"

Taking advantage of the black mist to look away, Weimian suddenly withdrew his hand and took the barbecue: "...Thank you."

He walked quickly to the barbecue fire and sat down as if evading, lowering his head to blow away the heat of the barbecue.

From the corner of her eyes, Wei Mian saw Hei Wu also walking over and sitting on the stone diagonally opposite him.

A wisp of mist slowly drifted to the front of the eyes, enveloping the barbecue in Wumian's hand in the air, and evacuated after a while, the temperature of the originally scalding barbecue had become suitable.

Weimian was slightly dazed, and the tension and apprehension in his heart eased a lot.

No matter what the black mist turns into, he will treat him well.

He lowered his head and nibbled on the barbecue silently, taking a sip of the water he was handed over halfway.

Usually, Hei Mist turned into a black cat and lay in his arms, and the spiders were responsible for handing water.

Putting down the kettle, Wei Mian saw that it was Hei Mist who handed it to him.

The branches hadn't been completely extinguished yet, and the remaining fire light shone on his face, showing a gentle expression.

Weimian moved her lips and lowered her head again.

Every time he ate something, he always had to feed it to the black cat to see if it would eat it, and now the cat suddenly turned into a human.

Or... Forget it, anyway, the number of times Black Mist ate his food can be counted on one hand.

At night, the spider cleaned up its sleeping place, and suddenly it started to rain. It hastily thickened a layer of dry grass on the ground, and moved a stone wall to block the wind.

Wei Mian didn't sleep well yesterday because of her health. After the spider arrangement was finished, she was already very sleepy. She lay down in the haystack and pulled the collar of her coat tightly.

The black mist is still outside, he has a human form, will he turn into a cat and sleep with him...

Weimian was thinking wildly, in the dim vision, mist drifted in like smoke.

Before he could react, the fog quickly gathered in front of him.

A second person squeezed into the narrow space, and Hei Wu lay on his side next to Weimian, skillfully stretching out his arms to hug him.

After a brief contact with Sleepless at night, he no longer wants to get close to him by entering the sleepless dream.

Weimian stagnated for breath, and hurriedly pushed him away: "Wait, you..."

The face of the person in front of him was obscured in the darkness, and a warm breath came over: "What?"

It started again, and Weimian started to have the repeated attitude towards him back then.

But Heiwu is in a good mood at the moment, and can tolerate Weimian's resistance to him, and patiently said: "Don't you like this?"

He easily restrained Sleepless's struggling movements, stroking his back as usual.

Weimian almost had difficulty breathing, he felt that his face must be very red now, he stumbled and said: "Why...why do you want to do this?"

Hei Wu took it for granted, "It's always been like this in my dream."

But it was a dream... Weimian wanted to cry but had no tears, and he didn't know how to explain it to him.

The disparity in strength between the two was too great, he exerted all his strength, but the black mist remained motionless.

Weimian knew that Heiwu had no malice towards him, but being hugged like this, it was impossible for him to fall asleep.

In desperation, Weimian bit the bullet and said: "Why don't you come into my dream again..."

Black Mist refused very simply: "No."

He freed one hand, and pinched the sides of Weimian's chin, making him look up at him, and at the same time wanted to get closer to Weimian.

From Unmian's perspective, she felt that he wanted to kiss her, and subconsciously closed her eyes: "A Teng..."

His voice was a little trembling, with some accusations and grievances, and a little bit of temper that had finally been cultivated during this period of time.

In the dream, he was very close to the black mist, but the black mist in the dream didn't treat him as he does now...

Weimian was forced to look up, her chin hurt a little from being pinched, and she pursed her lips slightly.

The movement of the black mist stopped halfway, and then let go of the hand that imprisoned the sleepless.

Weimian is unhappy, he doesn't want to.

However, he did not withdraw from this haystack that can basically accommodate only one person, but gently stroked the red marks on both sides of WeiMian's chin: "It hurts?"

Weimian tried her best to calm down her breathing, got up and wanted to leave here.

He completely lost sleepiness, his face was very hot again, and he wanted to go out to get some fresh air.

Black Mist thought he was going to escape, and his patience finally ran out, not to mention it was raining outside.

He sat up to stop Weimian, stretched out his arms to catch him, and Weimian sat on his lap.

"Okay," Heiwu said in a low voice, pressing Weimian into his arms, one hand went up his back, pinching the back of his neck gently, "Sleep."