The protagonists in the book all resent me for breaking

The young man watched his always reserved, weak and ascetic young master's expression change from blank, panic, and lost, and finally stretched out his hand tremblingly to touch his bottom. Afterwards, he showed an expression of satisfaction and relaxation that he had never seen before, and instantly a layer of goosebumps appeared inexplicably.

"Ah-"

A strong wind blew, and Jiang Xian couldn't help but sneezed loudly. The servant recovered from the shock, and asked cautiously, "Master, do you feel cold? Let's go back to the room."

"Oh, good." Jiang Xian rubbed his nose and responded, and the servant pushed him to turn around and walk back.

But no one noticed that under the seemingly peaceful sea behind them, there was a pair of long and blue eyes that were as blue as sea water, staring at the backs of the two as they left.

The place where Tian Nuanyan lived was not far from the sea, and when the boy pushed him to turn around, Jiang Xian had already had an overview of the appearance of the house.

Tian Nuanyan is worthy of being a wealthy family, so he built a big house on this remote island very capriciously. The six round wooden pillars in front of the door are painted red, and the eaves are propped up. There are copper bells hanging on the corners of the eaves. Blowing through will bring a series of jingling and crisp sounds.

And after observing this short distance, Jiang Xian found that there was another simple wooden house gathering place a little far away from them. It seemed that besides them, there was a group of aboriginal fishermen living on this island.

Approaching the field house, Jiang Xian discovered that in order to prevent moisture, many wooden stakes were nailed under the floor of the house, supporting the whole house in a suspended state half an inch above the ground.

The servant pushed Jiang Xian to the gate, and a very handsome uncle who looked about 50 or [-] years old greeted him from the house. He called the young master respectfully and helped the servant move him into the gate together. .

"Young master." The uncle put down Jiang Xian and said with a smile: "Dongzao has prepared some light meals according to your instructions. Are you going to eat now?"

After being reminded by the uncle, Jiang Xian seemed to be really hungry, so he nodded, and the servant pushed him towards the dining room again.

After walking a few steps, Jiang Xian suddenly realized that he didn't know the names of the uncle and the boy, so he asked, "By the way, what are your two names?"

The uncle was stunned for a moment when he heard this question, then looked at the servant with a confused face, and asked with his eyes, "What's the matter today, young master?"

The boy mouthed "I don't know", then shook his head.

The uncle looked away and replied: "Old slave Tian Dafu is the housekeeper of the Tian family."

"Oh, Uncle Fu." Jiang Xian nodded.

Tian Dafu hurriedly bowed his body.

Then I heard the thin but shrewd boy say: "The little man, Tangbing, is the son's servant."

"Oh, sugar cake." After a pause, Jiang Xian asked again: "Who else is here besides you?"

"There is also a maid who is in charge of cooking and cleaning." Tian Dafu said, "It's called Dongzao."

Dafu, sugar cakes, winter dates, Jiang Xian chuckled in his heart, he really didn't see that Tian Nuanyan was still a foodie.

After dinner, it was getting dark, Tangbing lit candles for Jiang Xian, and waited for him to lie down on the bed before exiting the room and guarding the door.

Outside the window, the first-quarter moon is as white as a broken jade plate, surrounded by stars.

In Jiang Xian's room, the sandy beach and the sea not far away could just be seen through the window, and it was hazy, vague and ethereal under the not-so-bright moonlight.

The sound of the tide rises and falls like a nocturne, and the cool sea breeze drives away the summer heat, making Jiang Xian drowsy.

"Hey, don't sleep." Qingmian patted Jiang Xian's face rudely with his pale skeleton claws, which were illuminated by the moonlight outside the window: "What are you going to do with this book? It sounds difficult to solve. "

"I don't know." Jiang Xian struggled to maintain his consciousness, and said in a daze: "In the original book, I set Tian Nuanyan as terminally ill, but judging from my penetration into his body now, he has no consciousness except below the knees. Apart from being weaker than my body, I haven't felt any other discomfort for the time being."

"You mean you don't have a terminal illness?" Qingmian asked.

"Maybe..." Jiang Xian yawned: "And I don't know when I will see Cang Lei, so let's take a step and see..."

Jiang Xian's voice became smaller and smaller, and he fell asleep before he even finished his last sentence. Qing Mian called him twice again, but when he couldn't wake up, he pursed his mouth and disappeared in a flash.

At the end of the night, a black shadow suddenly and silently appeared outside the Jiangxian window, blocking the cold moonlight, and cast a light shadow on the person on the bed that seemed to be infinitely elongated. String extended a scaly, webbed claw...

……

When Jiang Xian woke up the next day, he felt that his whole body was limp and a little out of strength. He sat up and suddenly felt something was wrong between his legs. There was a wet, cool, sticky feeling, as if...

Jiang Xian hurriedly lowered his head and opened his obscene trousers to take a look, as expected, then his gaze stayed on his messy and wrinkled obscene clothes as if they had been rubbed by something, and frowned.

What's the matter? Could it be that Tian Nuanyan has been sick and abstinent for too long, so she can't help but "do it yourself to have enough food and clothing" in her sleep?But why don't I feel it?

Jiang Xian scratched his head, then rolled his eyes and thought about it carefully—Tian Nuanyan's body was very weak, so he was very sleepy after going to bed last night, and fell asleep while talking to Qingmian, and then ...it seems like I had a dream...

Dream!That's right, that dream!

In the dream, it seemed that there was a cold and slippery body beside me. The owner of that body penetrated into the seam of his clothes with big hands as cold as the body, and caressed every sensitive part of his body with rough palms provocatively. At that point, a series of sparks that almost incinerated him were ignited, and finally lingered on the heels of his legs.

When the dream that was almost forgotten by Jiang Xian came back to his mind again, everything experienced in the dream was suddenly magnified several times inconceivably, as if it was real.

The wet, sticky, hot breath is like an aphrodisiac sprayed on the back of Jiang Xian's neck. The cold and hot touch are perfectly blended, like a beautiful net engulfing Jiang Xian, dragging him gradually into the sea of ​​desire | deepest.

Jiang Xian leaned against the head of the bed, as if leaning in the arms of someone in a dream, letting his fingers play an obscene movement on his body, bringing heat straight into his lower abdomen, his body became hotter and hotter , his breathing became more and more heavy and messy, thin sweat wet his forehead and permeated his thin obscene clothes... Just as he moved his hands down emotionally, a green-faced voice of incomparable disgust suddenly rang in his ears "Jiang Xiaoxian, you're in good health. She's in heat early in the morning. She doesn't have the slightest bit of what you call weak."

Jiang Xian was startled, the feeling of being captured by a succubus just now dissipated, her whole body seemed to fall from a high altitude, after a heavy pause, she woke up instantly.

He stared at the blue face who suddenly appeared by the bed in confusion, and asked dully: "What happened to me just now?"

Qingmian looked at him with his nostrils, and slightly tapped Jiang Xian's hand that was still covering his lower body with his chin: "Since you have been seen, you should admit it generously. Pretending to be amnesia will only make the fact of being exposed more embarrassing."

Jiang Xian looked at the other party's gestures, and two blushes of shame immediately appeared on his sickly pale cheeks. He quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been burned, and murmured, "I'm not..."

Qingmian interrupted him with a wave of his hand, and said with an "I understand" look on his face: "Tian Nuanyan's body has been abstinent for too long, there is nothing wrong with you wanting to vent, I will hide here to give you some private space. "

"I said I didn't!" Jiang Xian was anxious: "I thought of a dream I had last night, so I..."

"Oh..." Qingmian understood, interrupted him, nodded: "Chunmeng."

Jiang Xian choked for a moment: "That's true, but this dream is very strange, as if it really happened...By the way, did you find anyone in my room last night?"

"No." Qing Mian came straight, and after a pause, he said, "Since you don't want to solve it by yourself, get up quickly, go to the beach after breakfast, maybe you can meet Cang Lei."

So after breakfast, Jiang Xian asked for sugar cakes to push him to the beach again.

The summer sun by the beach was dazzling and venomous. Jiang Xian was so dizzy after staying at the beach for a long time, so he had to go back to the house and told Uncle Fu to find some people to build a gazebo for him at a place far away from the fishermen.

On the second night, Jiang Xian made a point of emphasizing it with Qingmian before going to bed, asking him to keep an eye out for him if anyone sneaked into his room in the middle of the night.

"Okay, okay." Not long after hearing Qingmian's answer like this, Jiang Xian fell into the abyss of sleep again.

In the middle of the night, the sound of the rising and falling tide covered up all the subtle sounds. A thick cloud drifted past, covering the already bleak moonlight, and covering the whole mansion, including the slender figure standing outside the window as expected. in the thick darkness.

The scales rubbed against the window sills to make a fine crackling sound, and when the thick clouds dispersed, there was only a wet and winding trace on the ground that had been crushed by heavy objects.

A webbed claw with tiny silver-gray scales attached to the wrist and the back of the hand gently covered Jiang Xian's pale side face. The fingertips of the webbed claw were slender and the nails were as sharp as a dagger. Looking down at the other side, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally scratch him.

The broad palm brushed over the other's delicate and slender neck like porcelain, and cautiously poked into Jiang Xian's clothes.

A strange strong fragrance gradually spread in the room accompanied by intertwined heavy breathing, like an unspeakable and soul-stirring secret.

When Jiang Xian woke up again the next day, he felt that his body was even more tired than yesterday, his whole body was sore and weak, his lower body felt wet and greasy again, and what was even worse was that he had that dream again last night, which was exactly the same as the first day No, it was a more beautiful dream than the first day, sending him to the clouds in his sleep more than once.

Is it really a dream?Jiang Xian rubbed his temples, if it was a dream, it would be too real, and who would be as tired as himself in a spring dream?

Jiang Xian sighed, sat up propped up, and the fingertips placed beside him suddenly felt a cold and warm touch, a bit like jade.

He lifted the brocade quilt suspiciously, and found that there was a silver-gray scale about an inch in size on the bed, shining brightly in the morning light｜.

Jiang Xian picked up the scale, squeezed it, it was very hard, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, there was no fishy smell, but an indescribable smell, like sandalwood, but stronger than sandalwood, just smelling it It gave him the illusion of being drunk.

scales? !

The cold and rough feeling came back from his legs. It seemed that something like a thick fish tail was rubbing between his legs last night...

"Qingmian Qingmian!" Jiang Xianjiang took the scales into his palm and called Qingmian's name loudly.

"What's the matter?" Qingmian's voice suddenly came from behind Jiang Xian, which startled him.

But Jiang Xian didn't have time to blame him for being absent, he just wanted to know if anything happened last night.

"Did anyone come to my room last night?" Jiang Xian asked anxiously.

"No." Qing Mian's answer was as straightforward as yesterday.

"You lied to me." Jiang Xian showed him the scales in his hand: "You were not in the room at all last night, nor the day before yesterday."

"Yes." The lie was exposed, Qingmian didn't feel embarrassed: "I went nearby to survey the terrain for you."

"But you clearly promised to keep watch for me." Jiang Xian was a little angry at Qingmian's breaking his promise.

"Oh, don't be so angry young people." Qingmian patted him on the shoulder like an old senior: "The most important thing now is that Cang Lei may have come to you on his own initiative, so we can stay in bed tonight Wait for the fish, let's see if the merman who made you dream about sex for two nights is actually Canglei."