The mermaid frowned, and did not move at will.

It's a bit like surgery on a killer whale, the hand feels like a human muscle texture and has a different kind of silky feel, and the film covering the surface is so slippery that Serra couldn't pull out the needle several times.

She did the manual work she was not skilled at, and she did not notice the mermaid's head gradually lowering.

When he pressed his lips to her neck, a long, slippery thing licked the back of her neck, and Serra's whole body ejected like a spring, jumping a meter away.

"What do you do!"

She clutched the back of her neck and leaned back against the crate to look at the innocent mermaid in horror.

He licked his lips and stared at her silently.

"Gollum."

His stomach growled.

How could a swift deep-sea beast approach when it was hungry, this was pure death-seeking.

Serra, whose hairs were about to stand on end, reacted, and immediately disassembled the pastry she brought, took out a piece of chicken cake from it and handed it to his mouth very carefully, "Taste this?" I can't give you a fish right now. ”

Fortunately, he was still obedient, and opened his mouth to take the pastry in her hand.

Seeing him staring at her while eating, the appearance of treating her as a snack made Serra's heart palpitate.

After feeding all the pastries to make sure he was temporarily full, she was able to continue sewing, more carefully and vigilantly than before.

Fortunately, the mermaid didn't make any strange movements, just observed her directly.

Nearly two hours had passed since Serra had survived, and the heat and exhaustion in her body had made her dizzy.

Seeing her discomfort and strangeness, Losheed lay on the side of the barrel and stumbled at her, "Stop... Pull. ”

"Huh? I'm going to take a break. She sat down drowsily, leaning against the barrel.

"Serra."

A low, seductive voice called out her name accurately.

"Serra."

"Serra."

With a different singing tone, Serra's body moved uncontrollably, and she staggered to her feet with the barrel, staring vacantly at the seductive kraken in the middle of the water.

He rose from the water to reveal a strong body, his full lips were stained with moisture, and he kissed the girl with empty eyes.

"Plop."

The giant fishtail swept her to the bottom, something crossed between her teeth, Serra swallowed unconsciously, and the indescribable cool liquid slid all the way from her throat to her stomach, spreading all over her burning limbs, and the cells of her whole body bloomed comfortably at this moment.

Unconscious, Sierra curled up on the pitch-black fishtail, her cheek resting on the merfolk's chest floating on the water, her mouth gasping slightly.

"Damn it! Let go of Miss Serra! ”

"I'm going to kill you merfolk! Let her go! ”

She was finally brought to her senses by the roars of the two crew members.

At this time, Serra's skirt was rippling in the water, her fingers were clinging to the mermaid's shoulders, and her whole body was indescribably comfortable.

"I'm fine." She spoke up to stop the two crew members who were going to come forward to save people, "The mermaid's hands are tied and they can't hurt me, you guys go out, I'll come out soon." ”

"Don't let him fool you." The crew reminded: "Stay away from him." ”

"Get out, I'll be fine." Serra said calmly.

Seeing that she was sober, the two crew members looked subtle and slowly withdrew.

Serra raised her hand from the water and touched her forehead, looked sideways at the merfolk leaning against the barrel, and asked, "Roshide, what have you done to me?" ”

She was well aware of the changes in her body, one moment she had a high fever, the next second she lost consciousness, and when she woke up, all the discomfort subsided.

This is not normal.

The mermaid opened her mouth at her and licked her lips again.

Sitting on the tail of a fishtail and watching such a scene of seduction, Serra's interrupted brain instantly watched what he had done when he was bewitched.

She covered her lips and looked at him with a crimson face, "Your saliva still has this function..."

"Serra, cure... Therapy. He leaned over and looked at her with his lips slightly open.

treatment, he learned the vocabulary she spoke to him.

So that kiss didn't contain anything special either, he just healed her with saliva, and she now needed to help him further heal his abdominal wound.

This could have been done two hours ago, but he put it now, wondering if she could be trusted...

Sierra pressed her palm against his strong chest, and rubbed her other hand against his lips, "You want me to help you with the medicine, this is the purpose of your kiss me?" ”

Her fingertips poked into his mouth, a row of sharp teeth rubbing against her fingertips, threatening to bite off her finger at any moment.

Serra didn't panic, the fishtail under her holding her, and the injured abdomen came to the surface.

Unable to get any answer, she withdrew her hand, lowered her head and said lonely, "Don't do this in the future." ”

Roshide blinked slightly.

She smeared the merfolk's freshly stitched wound with her fingers dipped in a special 'potion'.

Visible to the naked eye, the hideous scar that had just been stitched up was healing at an accelerated pace.

I believe that in less than a day, it will be as good as ever.

Looking at this wonderful scene, Serra pursed her fingertips, "No wonder I can get better so quickly when I get cold, you are very powerful." ”

Feeling the praise in her tone, the mermaid's smile was soul-stirring.

Crawling out of the water, she pointed to the mermaid, her voice flattened, "I'll come back tomorrow to tell you a story, we have to find a way to communicate." ”

"Plug . . . Pull. ”

Losheed called her name in the back.

Sierra waved her hand.

Coming out of the hold, the corners of her lips pursed into a smile.

How could she forget that the saliva of the mermaid has super healing ability, she just wanted to shape the image in front of him to be kinder and simpler, but she didn't expect him to choose to expose the healing ability in front of her.

Serra caressed her lips, a kiss worth remembering.

Trust has been initially established, but it is far from sufficient.

On the way back to change, Sierra ran into the servant beside Roshill again, who had been waiting at the door of her room for a long time.

"Miss Serra."

A gold-rimmed prom invitation card was handed to her, soaking wet.

"Private prom invitation for first-class passengers."

Each class of cabin has strictly restricted travel areas, with first-class passengers being freely downward-compatible, while second- and third-class guests can only stay in the entertainment venues they are allowed to enjoy.

Such an invitation is a good thing to squeeze into the top society.

Serra's eyes narrowed, and she stroked her forehead weakly and said, "I'm sick, I have a bad cold." ”

"You spent an afternoon in the cargo hold, what's there?" The servant asked calmly, his arrogant state seemed to have no regard for her identity at all.

Serra straightened up, her eyes wary, "The Duke's servants are used to follow me?" ”

"Are you going to the prom?" He didn't answer her question directly, and his flat tone was a little cold.