Raising Octopus Juvenile

Cecil felt that his heartbeat was a bit abnormal now.

It's so fast, it seems that it will jump out of the chest in the next second.

She thought she shouldn't have such a reaction. She knew very well that Lanny didn't know the meaning of these words, just as he didn't know that kissing is not a casual thing that anyone can do.

But her heartbeat was still fast, and she was sober.

She was not deceived by beauty or dominated by her senses.

She was just innocent, and she felt a little throbbing because of Lanney's words.

There is one more point... Uncontrollable joy.

Now is not the time to think about this, she needs to calm down.

Cecil didn't say anything. She dropped her long snow-colored eyelashes. From Lannie's perspective, you could see her soft lips and pointed chin. The plain and clean skin glowed slightly in the night, as if crystal clear. Ice and snow.

Lanney's eyes darkened a bit, and his Adam's apple rolled gently involuntarily.

"Cecil, don't you believe me?" He lowered his head and rubbed the back of Cecil's hand again, his lips gently brushed against her delicate and white fingertips, a slight grievance in his low, soft, dumb voice. .

Cecil reasonably suspected that he was deliberate, after all, he was very good at pretending to be pitiful.

Can't be led by his nose.

Cecil pursed his lips, trying to keep his tone calm: "I don't believe it, you must be guessing."

"I didn't guess, I know, you are very comfortable. I can feel everything about you, including every time your body gets hot..."

Lanny said softly, his lips opened and closed, not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, his pointed canine teeth slowly rubbed against her delicate skin, and the forked, slippery tongue tipped with the ups and downs of his speech. Sweeping through the girl's delicate fingers seemingly, aroused the itch of the other party.

Cecil's ears were red again, and at the same time, the tips of her heart were tingling slightly with Lanney's movements.

Lanny always did this, saying something shamelessly straightforward with a pure and innocent face.

But she was still unable to refute.

Cecil's breathing accelerated slightly, and his long eyelashes flickered like a plain white butterfly fluttering in the dark night.

"Then tell me, why can you perceive my feelings?" She tried to use a serious and exploratory tone on this topic, which would make her a little more rational.

Lanny blinked and answered naturally, "Because we have a sense of communication."

Cecil was taken aback for a moment.

"... Synesthesia?" She couldn't believe it.

"Yes, didn't we have synaesthesia before, when I was asleep." Lanny tilted her head and nudged her hand with an extremely affectionate gesture, her eyes focused and soft, "After that, I just I can perceive everything about you, and I can smell your breath..."

His eyes curled slightly with satisfaction, like a cold and bright moon. Those turquoise pupils were bright and transparent in the night, like the eyes of cats, combined with his current appearance, Cecil even felt that he had heard a comfortable purr.

so cute.

She wanted to touch Lanny's head, but what he said made her hold back this untimely thought.

Synesthesia can indeed connect the perceptions of both parties, but it can never be delayed for that long. Once the synaesthetic state is over, the connected five senses will also be cut off. This is the same for her and Bode every time they practice, and there has never been an exception.

So it is almost impossible for Lanni to say that this kind of situation, but Cecil felt that Lanni would not lie to her about this kind of thing.

What's more, if Lanni can perceive her existence through synaesthetic rituals, then why has she never communicated with Lanni's perception...

Cecil became more and more confused.

"Are you sure it's because of synesthesia? You didn't lie to me?"

Lanny listened to her, her beautiful eyes drooped, her quiet and pale face faintly disappointed.

"Why don't you always believe me?"

"..."

Cecil paused unnaturally: "Who makes you always lie."

Lanny didn't know much about lying.

There was a blank doubt in his eyes. Seeing this, Cecil had to explain it to him gently and patiently: "It's just telling lies."

"I didn't tell lies." Lanny felt that he had been wronged, and argued arguably.

He was actually confident.

Cecil wanted to tell him the past case of this little liar, but Lenny didn't give her this opportunity at all.

"Since you don't believe what I said, then we will try again." He said seriously.

Cecil was startled slightly: "Try again? What to try..."

Lanny didn't answer her. A soft and slender tentacled stretched out from behind his waist and came to Cecil's back neck silently.

The back of the girl's neck is slender and graceful, just like the elegant neck of a swan, but it has a texture like white jade more than that of a swan, glowing with crystal light under the moonlight.

The pitch-black slimy tentacles stopped on her smooth neck, and the fine pointed touches slightly aroused and flicked gently on her skin. The wet and slippery touch caused Cecil to tremble. Like a frightened little rabbit, she immediately shrank her neck, and the area swept by her tentacles immediately turned pale pink.

"Tell me, Cecil," Lenny looked at her intently. "How do you feel now?"

Cecil was embarrassed to say it, as if once he said it, he hit Lanney's trap.

So she tightened her lips, pretending to be calm, and replied in a low voice: "It doesn't feel much."

"You lied." Lanney is now selling now, staring at her scorchingly, "You should feel itchy now."

Cecil: "..."

A touch of shame and annoyance slowly crawled into her heart like vines growing under the shadow.

Her ears were reddening from the shame of being pierced. Lanny noticed keenly, raised a hand again, and slowly kneaded her earlobe curiously.

His fingers were cold, his kneading movements were slow and gentle, his fingertips went deep into Cecil's auricle and gently rubbed them, and when he touched her tiny ear bones, they also slightly scraped them strangely.

This is obviously a very simple action, not even ambiguous, but it makes Cecil feel a burst of uncontrollable numbness.

There seemed to be countless little ants crawling across her body.

"What about this time?" Lenny's voice was soft, and her straight gaze made her look nowhere. "What's it like?"

How can Cecil speak well.

She was overwhelmed by a strong sense of shame. She now believes that Lenny does maintain the same state of perception with her, and believes that he is enjoying every change in her body at this time.

Cecil bit her lower lip tightly, and when she thought that Lenny was waiting for her to speak, her eyes suddenly turned red like water.

The poor girl's eyes were red, but she still resisted opening her mouth. Lenny stared at her steadily, and slowly said, "Cecile, your body is so hot..."

I don't know when, his voice has actually been so muffled.

Cecil raised his eyes suddenly: "No more talk!"

The girl's voice was also not the same as usual, faint and soft, but with a slight trembling that was imperceptible. It sounded pitiful and cute, and it could easily evoke abusive desire.

Lanni opened her green eyes slightly in surprise: "Cecile...Do you want me to touch you?"

"I don't want to!" Cecil looked like he was about to cry.

"But you just..." Lenny, who was ignorant and ignorant, wanted to continue, and Cecil quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth in a panic.

"Don't talk about this anymore, can you still eat snail girl?"

Lanny was interrupted by her and curled his lips in dissatisfaction. But he will not force Cecil, because he does not want to upset Cecil.

But at that moment, Cecil's senses were indeed sending out aspiring signals--

[Touch me].

He can't get this wrong.

Seeing Cecil's tolerance and panic, Lanny sighed regretfully. The gleaming green eyes cooled slightly, and he moved the remaining light slightly and swept across the snail shell in the air.

The corpse of the snail girl has shown a dilapidated and cold grayish white color, and the **** slime is like a thin thread flowing along the snail shell into the dark lake. Her translucent, soft and graceful body has become shriveled and muddy in a short period of time, and her webbed claws have shrunk, as if the animal had been drained of blood.

Lanny lifted his eyelids, and said with excitement, "I don't want to eat anymore."

Cecil: "Huh?"

You said it was you who wanted to eat it, and it was also you who didn't want to eat it. It was obviously just a little octopus. How could it be so fickle?

Lanney lowered his eyes, his sticky eyes hung around her tightly like glue, and the blue eyes floated faintly, rippling with faint warmth.

"I just want to eat you now."

Cecilton was stunned before he could calm down.

"Why suddenly..."

Her brain was in chaos, and the shame that Lanny had seen before and the blankness at this time were mixed, like tangled wool, entwining her heart in a mess.

"Because the smell you just emitted was so good." Lenny said seriously.

His eyes were sticky and hot, like sweet honey, just looking straight at him, he almost melted Cecil.

"But I won't eat you, I will try my best to endure it."

I do not believe! I can see that your Adam's apple is moving!

Cecil's body was tight, and her strong sense of crisis made her feel that Lenny was swallowing her a little bit with his eyes. She couldn't tell if her tension was due to fear or something else, so she could only tighten her lips and step back a little bit.

Lanny grabbed her hand and pulled her in front of him.

Their bodies were close to each other for an instant, and the desires in Lanny's body surged like a tide crazily, and he lowered his head subconsciously, instinctively wanting to touch everything about Cecil.

And Cecil also felt his change.

She struggled a little, trying to get out of Lenny's body.

Two tentacles wrapped her thighs silently, rubbing gently on the inside of her skin, soft limbs were smooth and cold, and wrapped around her almost greedily like its owner.

Cecil's legs were weak, and he fell into Lanny's arms involuntarily.

The tentacles began to intensify.

Cecil's head was buried in Lanney's neck, and the tip of his nose was filled with a humid and cold fragrance. Her brain was dizzy, and she wanted to open her mouth to say something, but Lanny's chin was slightly hooked.

His lips lightly brushed her eyes, nose tip, lingering on her face, and finally came to her soft lips.

Cecil could feel that every cell in his body was clamoring frantically, and every cell was eager for Lanny to go deeper.

She needs rescue.