[System: Typical of impatience. 】

[Anyang: After all, Charlie De still has a gentle heart in the dark, so he has such a brother's support. 】

"Wang, do you need to close the net in advance?"

In the villa on the other side, Chen Zhaoheng heard the inquiry of his subordinates, and his fingers tapped coldly on the table.

"When the time comes, wait and see what happens."

His gaze swept over the fluctuating curves on the computer, and he let out a helpless laugh, Anyang don't let him down. After all, these, this mermaid with retracted claws, aroused his interest more and more.

By the time he returned to the villa, J.K. Sen had already left.

Chen Zhaoheng looked at An Yang who was sleeping on the bed, and touched her face lovingly, "Andrew, is that a waste mermaid really that good?" It's good that you can stay here as much as you want. ”

"Zhao Heng...... It hurts ......."

The sleeping man frowned suddenly, and tears fell unexpectedly, sliding on Chen Zhaoheng's fingers. Cold tears scalded the flesh and blood in his heart, making his hands tremble.

"I'm here, it doesn't hurt," he sighed, and Chen Zhaoheng hugged the person tightly into his arms

The air in the room was gradually replaced by a strong scent of cedar, and An Yang in his sleep turned into a mermaid without warning.

The huge fishtail patted uneasily on the bed, and the moment Chen Zhaoheng turned around, his breathing suddenly tightened.

The ankle, which had already been scarred, was once again exposed to a hideous wound after turning into a fishtail.

"It hurts, it hurts...... Anyang hissed in a daze, as if she was in a nightmare, and her whole body was wet with sweat.

Chen Zhaoheng didn't know what was wrong with him, his chest was stuffy and uncomfortable, and even his heart seemed to hurt.

He rubbed his chest impatiently, the icy blue luster on the earrings silently spreading a layer of blood red.

Opening his mouth, he pressed Anyang's lips hard as if he was absorbing warmth, and swallowed her whimpering anxiously.

The sound of the beating of the drum finally calmed down after nightfall.

Chen Zhaoheng saw that Anyang's fishtail gradually returned to its human form, and there were only shallow traces left on its white feet, as if the tragic scene he had seen before was nothing but a nightmare.

"Does your foot still hurt?"

An Yang gasped roughly, and the whole person nested in Chen Zhaoheng's Huai Zheng

Hearing his inquiry, his eyelids blinked lazily, "It doesn't hurt anymore...... Zhaoheng, you don't have to care, I'm fine. ”

As if he suddenly thought of something, An Yang raised his hand and pressed it on the position of his heart, "It's you, is there anything uncomfortable in your body?" ”

Her watery eyes were full of worry, but Chen Zhaoheng was not happy because of her concern.

When it is thick-love-meaning, Anyang can still find such a subtle place.

The gentleness in his eyes dimmed invisibly, and he forcibly covered An Yang's gaze with his hand, and he said softly: "As long as you are around, it is not restless." ”

An Yang couldn't help but hook his lips and muttered, "I'm ...... too"

Chen Zhaoheng closed his eyes and lowered his voice, "Lingshan, do you want to be with me?" ”

"Yes."

"For a lifetime."

When this word was coined, Chen Zhaoheng was keenly aware of An Yang's stiff body. He swallowed the injustice in his heart and laughed softly: "Scaring you? ”

An Yang shook his head and wanted to take his hand down, but after moving a few times to no avail, he could only choose to give up.