Chapter 88：

"Well."

Lance grabbed his neck and woke up suddenly.

[Wake up-come-eat-meal -]

When Lance woke up, he saw the little turtle crouching on his face, looking at him "kindly".

Lance was frightened and sat up, only to realize that it was dawn now.

Picking up the communicator and looking at it, Lance found that it was only five o'clock in the morning.

"Where is Winser?"

Lance looked at the blanket, the other half empty, and realized that Wencer was missing.

[Back—to—sea—in—surface—a—]

Said the little turtle.

"Why do I think your eyes are weird?"

Lance started to get up to pack his things, and said as he packed up.

The little turtle shook his head, did not answer, but left quietly.

After Lance packed the blankets, he realized it.

Isn't this the look in the cp's eyes?

No wonder the little turtle looked so "kind" in his eyes.

After clearing the place to sleep, Lance saw a grilled fish that Wencer had left him. Lance was sitting on the beach, eating the grilled fish, trying to remember what he had dreamed of last night.

It's a pity that Lance could only vaguely remember that this dream seemed to be related to Wincer, and it was not very good. It almost scared him to death. Other than that, Lance could not remember anything.

Alas, it would be great if Wincer was here.

Lance thought, maybe you can recall the memories with him.

Lance nibbled at the grilled fish and found that there was still some temperature in the grilled fish, indicating that Wencer hadn't been long since.

After eating the grilled fish, Lance sat on the beach, staring at the endless sea in a daze.

He took the communicator in his hand, wondering if he wanted to talk to Wencer.

But he remembered that Wencer didn't want him to go ashore. In that case, he showed Wencer the things on the communication device. Will Wencer be angry?

After eating the grilled fish, Lance began to look at the communicator again.

He read what he had seen before again.

At the same time, he was also struggling as to whether or not to reply to the person who sent the text message.

However, before he finished tangling, Lance was suddenly taken aback by the drop of a pearl with a "click" by his feet.

The pearl was very big, about the size of Lance's fist, and it was still purple.

Lance touched the purple pearl with his foot. After he really felt the cool, round touch of the pearl, he suddenly realized that it was true.

Why are there pearls suddenly?

Lance raised his head and looked towards the sea, only to see several huge black tentacles coming out of the sea and shaking at him.

Lance opened his mouth in surprise.

The black tentacles began to move, and under Lance's gaze, they stepped forward one by one, with a pearl wrapped around the tip of each tentacle.

In a short while, there were a lot of pearls on the beach, large and small, piled up at Lance's feet.

Lance was very surprised at first, but at the end, he couldn't help but smile, smiling as he watched the tentacle pile these pearls on his feet:

"one two three four…"

After the black tentacle was busy for a while, it stopped.

After a while, one of the tentacles slowly descended, wrapped in the largest pearl, and passed it to Lance.

"thirty-one."

When the pearl was handed to Lance, Lance looked at the pearl in front of him and counted with a smile.

The thirty-first pearl.

At that time, he collected thirty-one pearls from the coral bones.

At that time, when they were in the coral bones, pearls were used to play "losing the ball" and blocking the "escape channel".

Lance was afraid that the tentacles would discover that he was doing something else. Adding to the boredom, he would count the pearls every day when he was fine, and every time he counted them, it was thirty-one.

Lance felt that the largest one was the most valuable, so he treated that one specially and took it into the anemone, and sometimes used it as a pillow.

It's just that these pearls were all left in the coral bones after Lance left the coral bones.

Sometimes, Lance thought about those pearls, and felt a little pity.

Unexpectedly, the black tentacles in front of him returned to the deep sea and picked up the pearls in the coral bones one by one.

"For me?"

Lance asked.

The tip of the black tentacle nodded, and then continued to pass the tip of the tentacle wrapped in pearl to Lance.

The smile in Lance's eyes became more and more overflowing.

Compared to being in the coral bones, enduring the fear of the whole body and pretending to play "losing the ball" with the tentacles, Lance relaxed a lot this time.

Because he knew that this black tentacle was Wencer, and Wencer was using his own way to please Lance.

【propose-】

The little turtle did not know where it came from, and shouted hoarsely.

Lance was taken aback. He looked at the black tentacles in front of him, and at the little turtle, his face flushed suddenly.

How should I put it, the black tentacles in front of me really look like a human being holding a diamond ring and proposing to someone I like.

[Promise—Yes—He—]

The little turtle is still roaring.

After the roar, the little turtle retracted into the shell, and "Gurulu" rolled away.

Really so considerate.

Doing so will not only warm up the relationship between Lance and Winsor, but also avoid Lance's embarrassment.

"Wh, how can this be considered a marriage proposal?"

Lance twisted, he spoke awkwardly to the black tentacles in front of him.

He didn't want Wencer to really understand what the little turtle said, and then to learn from human beings to make such a flamboyant marriage proposal.

That's fine.

Fortunately, the black tentacles didn't care so much, it just handed it forward, beckoning Lance to take the pearl.

Lance looked at the tentacles in front of him, and finally stepped forward and carefully took the pearls entangled in the tentacles.

The pearl was round and big, and was held in Lance's arms.

After the tentacle gave Lance the last pearl, he did not leave.

Lance touched the pearl in his arms and asked the tentacles in front of him:

"what's happenin?"

He thought that the shot was specifically to give pearls.

The tentacle naturally couldn't answer. It stretched towards Lance with a tiny tip, wrapped Lance's wrist shyly, and hooked Lance into the sea.

Is this asking him to go to the sea?

Lance was a little confused, but he still agreed.

He put the pearl in his arms aside, took off his clothes, ran to the tentacles happily, and then entered the sea.

After entering the sea, Lance became like a mermaid again, with white fish tails floating in the sea.

Lance followed the tiny tentacles around his wrists, slowly swimming deeper into the ocean.

"Every time you become a tentacle, what does the body look like?"

Lance posed a fishtail while looking at the little tentacles in front of him, curious.

"Is it a big octopus?"

Thinking that Winsor had split into a cute octopus before, Lance couldn't help laughing.

Is it possible that every time Wencer changed back to black tentacles, his body squatted in the distance, and then extended the tentacles?

The black tentacles seemed helpless to this question. It gently pushed Lance's forehead, and then took Lance to go deeper.

Lance didn't resist, he simply pulled the tip of his tentacles and let the tentacles take him away.

Finally, slowly, the tentacles slowly fell with Lance.

Until Lance saw a black mermaid, Wincer.

The black tentacles slowly became smaller, and finally slowly turned into a black shadow, gradually disappearing into Wensel's body.

"Winser!"

Lance opened his hand to Wencer.

Under the influence of the inertia of the tentacles, he continued to float towards Wencer.

When the white mermaid floated over, the gauze-like fish tail floated in the sea.

Lance slowly fell into Wencer's arms like a white lotus.

Wencer hugged Lance's waist, kissed Lance's forehead, and asked:

"understand?"

He showed it directly.

"Know what?"

Lance shook his head and said deliberately,

"I don't understand, I ask you, is that tentacle you?"

Wencer didn't expect Lance to say that. He sighed, and finally realized that Lance was waiting for him to confess.

So Winser had no choice but to nod his head:

"Yes, I am the tentacle."

"Then, what did you want to do to me in the first place?"

Lance continued to ask, because he caught Winsor's little tail, Lance was very proud, and the white fish tail swept back and forth on the sea sand.

Wencer gave a light cough.

He says:

"Time should be up soon."

"What time?"

Lance froze for a moment, wondering why he said this suddenly.

As a result, as soon as he looked up, he was stunned by the scenery in front of him.

The place where Winser brought him was a coral colony.

Colorful corals and sea anemones are in a row, floating in the shallow water with the current.

And now, as the water temperature in the ocean rises, countless corals and sea anemones begin to release their cubs.

The small white translucent dots drifted out of their parent body and scattered with the ocean currents.

Soon, the entire ocean seemed to be snowing, and the sky was full of white "little snowflakes".

"so beautiful."

Lance was immediately attracted by this scene, and he tried to reach out his hand to touch the "snow scene" that belonged to the ocean alone.

Among the colorful corals, the white "snowflakes" are not as lonely as in the land, but reveal incomparable vitality.

"Like it?"

Wencer asked. He noticed that Lance's tail was swept back and forth happily all the time, which showed that Lance was always excited in his heart.

"like."

After Lance watched for a while, he happily released Wencer and swam around in the sea, as if catching the "snowflakes" in the water.

Seeing this scene, Wencer couldn't help being a little amused, and then he was relieved again.

He wanted to show Lance directly that he was the black tentacles who tried to imprison him before, but he was afraid that Lance would be afraid when he knew the truth, so he found such a place.

With such a "beautiful view", Winsor thought, Lance shouldn't be scared anymore.

Indeed, Lance was very happy, and even forgot to continue to ask Wencer, not caring that Wencer changed the subject again—

The beauty of the "snowflakes" was so attractive that Lance had a lot of fun in the water, and even forgot Wencer.

After walking through the "snowflakes" in the sky for a while, Lance opened his mouth with interest, taking a mouthful of "snowflakes".

Winsor: "..."

"The taste is like jelly."

Lance ate for a while, it should be awkward, he finally swam to Wencer again, concluded.

He smashed his mouth and said:

"It's kind of like lychee."

"litchi?"

Wincer was stunned for a moment, his thinking was unconsciously abducted by Lance.

"What is the taste of lychee?"

Winsor has always been in the ocean, he has never been ashore;

And Wen Yu lives on the shore, but he is in the last days, and the lychees are extinct in the last days, and he has never eaten lychees.

"You do not know?"

Lance tilted his head, and suddenly, under Wencer's sight, he kissed him.

Wencer was stunned for a moment, he was stiff, letting Lance move.

Although Lance's actions are reckless, in fact, he is still very shy.

After the kiss went up, Lance only dared to bit Wencer's lower lip slowly, then put the tip of his tongue in timidly and licked it.

In this case, if you don't take the initiative, it is simply violent.

Wencer couldn't help turning back to the guest, and he gave a deep kiss all at once.

He tasted a little bit of coldness and sweetness from Lance's mouth.

For a while, Wencer was a little confused about whether the smell in this kiss was the "snowflakes" Lance had eaten before, or Lance's own taste.

After kissing for a while, Lance suddenly took the initiative to end the kiss.

He burped.

"what's happenin?"

Wencer touched Lance's waist. If he didn't feel wrong, he felt that Lance's body temperature was a little abnormal.

"I'm a little hot."

Lance let go of Winser dazedly, he felt a little drunk.

"You...how do you smell so good."

Lance raised his head and looked at Wencer, his eyes confused and his body temperature gradually rising.

It's a little bit bad.

Because he was so happy, and the temperature in the ocean was just right, Lance couldn't help it.

He wants to court.

Since he came out of the nest, Lance has actually been suppressing himself, and now that he releases his nature, he can't help it.

Especially, this is the ocean.

Lance's mind was in a mess. He didn't know who he was or where he was. As long as he saw a figure in front of him, he would be exasperated, wishing to entangle him with his tail and never separate.

Under the guidance of nature, Lance couldn't help but began to swing his fish tail in front of Wencer. He began to slowly swim around Wencer while humming the songs of the mermaid.

Seeing the white mermaid in front of him swimming like a dance, Winser was a little surprised.

Is this a surprise?

Unexpectedly, he could see Lance courting him when he unlocked this knot.

For a while, Wencer couldn't help feeling a little upset.

It would be nice if you confessed earlier.

Regardless of how Wincer struggled, Lance's humming voice grew louder and louder when he saw that Wincer did not move.

He swings his waist, his white veil-like tail fin is looming, and he moves towards Wencer.

When Lance opened his eyes again, he was kissing Winsor, the white fish tail was entwining tightly with the black fish tail, and there was a soft anemone under him.

There was still snow in the sky outside. Lance lay on his back. He looked at the twists and turns of the blue water outside, his heart beating, as if he was about to jump out of his throat with joy.

"looking at what?"

Wencer stopped, and he rubbed Lance's cheek.

"I'm watching you."

Lance hugged Wencer, buried his head on Wencer's shoulder and neck, and touched Wencer's back normally with his fingers.

Very fragrant, really fragrant, how come there is such a good smell?

In response, Wencer wrapped Lance's waist, touched his white hair with the other hand, and inserted his five fingers into the hair, disturbing the roots of the hair. The two cuddled closely and could hear each other's heartbeat.

"I'm a little hot."

Lance felt a fever in his abdomen, and it seemed that heat gradually burned into his body from there, the heat rose, and it also faintly meant that it went down to the tail of the fish.

The white fish tail tightened the entangled black fish tail, and then quietly opened a little delicate scale underneath, using the tender meat inside to rub against the other party's smooth and firm belly scales.

The belly scales are cold, which can reduce the heat a little bit.

It's all like this, how can I stand it?

Wincer couldn't help laughing:

"Silly goose."

Male and sexual mermaids also have a birth cavity, but because they are male, the birth cavity has already shrunk, but it does not mean that it cannot be used.

It's just a little bit lower, covered by scales.

After soothing, Wencer took advantage of Lance's unsuspecting moment when Lance's body was tight and completely relaxed, Wencer drove straight in.

The fish's tail was close to the abdomen, and Lance was startled by the sudden foreign object, and Lance burped several times.

The tail fin slapped Winser several times, directly expressing Lance's dissatisfaction, but Winser didn't care.

Seeing Wencer ignored him, Lance cried straight out of his grievance:

"Uncomfortable."

The little pearls floated out one by one and landed in the anemone.

"It'll be fine in a while."

Wincer also endured very hard.

Afterwards, the black fish tail shook lightly, the scales were slightly erected from time to time, and the delicate soft/meat of the white fish tail was scratched on the edge, making it painful and itchy.

In the rippling water, Lance wanted to escape, but the fishtail did not care. He and the fishtail were like two individuals, and the fishtail did not listen to him at all.

The white "snowflakes" outside are still floating, and they gradually flow into the distance with the ocean currents.

Perhaps, not far away, they will fall in the right place, and that place will eventually grow a beautiful coral.

The author has something to say:

Thanks to the little angel who threw landmines: Optimism is greater than sadness, and Yuehuai 1;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: silently 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!