Abstinence Admiral Don't Bite, the Softer Mermaid Top Thug

Chapter 169 Hunting for My Wife
Jing Weimian didn't even have time to back away.

Like prey completely under the control of the mermaid.

Mermaids have an exceptional ability to mimic; she had only kissed him a few times just now, but now the kisses that came down on him felt like powerful waves crashing against him.

Several buttons on the shirt had popped off, leaving it tattered and hanging precariously on both shoulders.

The tight-fitting vest underneath was also grabbed by the neckline and hem, squeezed into strips, and piled up above the collarbone.

If Jing Weimian hadn't reached out and pressed down on the sharp webbed claw, the mermaid might have torn apart even the last thin layer of fabric covering her body.

Jing Weimian could clearly feel her skin pressed against the mermaid's sharp, flexible teeth.

It was as if he were being licked by a wet, supple knife tip, and if he was not careful, he would be torn to shreds and bleed.

This caused a slight tremor to involuntarily seep from Jing Weimian's tightly clenched lips.

She knew that it was no longer realistic to push the male fish off her body, and given the huge size difference, there was no possibility of breaking free from the giant tail that was wrapped around her.

Jing Weimian narrowed her slightly trembling eyelashes, and decided to go with the flow, touching the mermaid's arrogant, curly blue hair.

His knuckles traced down the ends of her hair, hooking around the mermaid's nape. He suppressed his breathing slightly and opened his mouth.

"You... answer my questions obediently... and I'll let you kiss me as much as you want, okay?"

The mermaid's throat emitted a low, guttural sound, like a predator grunting as it hunts, and even the word "good" seemed to carry a hint of satisfaction as it carried its prey.

Jing Weimian could only try her best to pinch the back of his neck and tighten the reins from time to time to prevent him from losing control if he wasn't careful.

And, suppressing the trembling fear emanating from the enormous, inhuman species, he continued asking the question he hadn't finished.

"This is the Whale Island you mentioned... Besides you, are there any other humans, or... other mermaids like you?"

Jing Weimian's every word seemed to teeter on the edge of floating, yet he forcefully pressed down on the back of Jing Weimian's neck, which was almost too heavy to hold, to stabilize his breathing.

Upon hearing her words, the mermaid paused slightly, then reluctantly parted her lips a little, the transparent membrane between her long webbed feet tightening slightly as she exerted force on her slender and beautiful waist.

Her cold, dark eyes filled her features, and even her voice was sharp and icy. "No, this is my territory. No one dares to barge in and steal my wife."

"...?"

Jing Weimian couldn't understand how she had become his wife after just a few kisses.

Deliberately ignoring the mermaid's absurd notion of treating her like prey and possessing her, Jing Weimian gleaned two useful pieces of information from his words.

Good news: he's the only mermaid in this area, so the biggest threat is just him.

The bad news... she's the only human stranded here, and she's been hunted down by mermaids as prey...

The most important thing right now is to keep the mermaid calm and wait until she lowers her guard before trying to leave this area called Whale Island.

Yes, at this moment, Jing Weimian was still thinking about how to escape from under the mermaid's nose.

But soon the mermaid shattered all of Jing Weimian's thoughts.

Jing Weimian felt as if she had transformed into a sail trapped on a turbulent sea, bobbing up and down.

The sound of waves crashing in the distance could be heard faintly below the mountains, and beams of light shone through the rustling trees into a wooden cabin in a corner of the forest.

When Jing Weimian woke up again, she was covered with a thin, soft veil.

Her shirt was nowhere to be seen; she was only wearing a tight black vest and a pair of military-style trousers that were still intact.

Jing Weimian ignored the large kiss marks near her collarbone. You casually gathered your loose black hair and swept it to one side of your shoulder. You touched the inner lining of your trousers and confirmed that the butterfly knife was still there before getting up from the stone bed.

It was probably the gauze the mermaid had applied to the wound on her right leg that had worked; this time, when she got out of bed, she was clearly able to stand upright on her right leg.

Pushing open the door of the wooden cabin, a fresh and cool atmosphere, carrying sunlight, rushes towards you.

The wooden house was actually a small two-story building, with a wooden staircase at the corner of the entrance.

The wooden house's construction structure is incomparable to modern technological buildings, yet it is very neat and orderly, clearly showing that it was built with great care.

Jing Weimian stepped down the neatly arranged steps barefoot.

To her amazement, the vines and branches entwined around the steps seemed to receive some kind of signal and would automatically move backward as she descended.

The branches of the trees surrounding the entire wooden house swayed even more violently after she came down, rustling incessantly in the distant, biting sea breeze.

When Jing Weimian looked up, he instantly fell silent and stood still.

Jing Weimian narrowed her eyes slightly.

She felt even more uneasy. She looked around at the green forest dotted with flowers and plants around the wooden house. Before she fell asleep on the stone bed, she vaguely thought she heard the mermaid whisper something in her ear.

At that time, Jing Weimian was drowsy with her eyes closed and didn't pay attention to what he was saying. Or rather, at that critical moment, she just nodded and agreed to whatever he said...

The only thing that's certain is that the male mermaid isn't near the cabin right now...

In other words, now is the perfect time for her to escape.

Jing Weimian bent slightly, tore open the interlayered straps, picked up the butterfly knife, turned the tip to sweep away the bushes blocking her way, and left following the direction of the waves at the foot of the mountain in the distance.

However, Jing Weimian suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She keenly heard an extremely faint rustling sound behind her.

Although the sound was no different from the wind, Jing Weimian still sensed something strange.

Jing Weimian glanced sideways, paused for a moment, and then the butterfly knife in her hand flew off in a certain direction.

A flash of cold light, and the sharp blade pinned the lurking, blurry shadow hidden behind the bushes to the tree.

Jing Weimian parted the bushes and was stunned.

What she had nailed to the tree was actually a trembling, twisting vine.

Furthermore, the iridescent scales adorning each leaf of this vine are exactly the same as those vines that twine around the steps of the wooden house's stairs.

Jing Weimian picked up the vine and looked in the direction it was extending. Sure enough, it was stretching all the way from the direction of the wooden house in the forest...

The vines curled up in circles on the handle of her butterfly knife, their leaves rustling as if they were crying for her.

Jing Weimian frowned and withdrew the butterfly knife. The vine immediately fluttered the scales on the tips of its leaves, and the colorful powder covered the wound she had pierced, healing it instantly.

Immediately afterwards, the vines curled and coiled, carefully climbing and wrapping around her wrist where she had put away the knife.

Jing Weimian lowered her eyes and stared at the bizarre scene for a moment.

It can be basically concluded that, although it is unknown how it did so, this vine must possess its own spirit and consciousness.

It is highly likely that it can communicate with the male mermaid, and it is extremely likely that the mermaid sent it to keep an eye on her every move.

Therefore, her idea of ​​escaping while the mermaid was away is basically impossible.

Having understood this, Jing Weimian still refused to return to the wooden house.

She let the vine wriggle along behind her as she continued to explore the forest.

Perhaps because they were being followed by the vines, they did not encounter any wild animals along the way. Jing Weimian could only pick a few wild fruits in the forest to replenish her water.

She had barely taken a few bites when the tendrils of the vine quietly climbed up from behind her shoulders, cautiously extending a strand, also wanting to touch the wild fruit she had just picked.

Jing Weimian glanced at the vines clinging to the neckline of her vest and was about to throw a fruit onto the tendrils.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept past my fingertips.

In the blink of an eye, Jing Weimian's legs were lifted into the air, and the familiar, cool, long-webbed monocle was placed on the mermaid's broad and sturdy right shoulder.

The mermaid lowered her head, her heavy breathing right next to her cheek.

"Why are you leaving?"

Jing Weimian's lower back was completely gripped by his long webbed feet, and his sharp webbed claws were more than enough to press against her abdomen. She was afraid that his sharp claws would pierce her, and her entire waist was almost stretched into a thin bow.

“I…” Jing Weimian quickly rolled her eyes and hurriedly showed him the half-eaten wild fruit. “I didn’t leave. I just came out to pick some fruit to eat.”

The mermaid's gaze lingered on the human's outstretched, snow-white fingertips, the berries held by those slender fingers glistening with moisture and bearing the adorable teeth marks left by the human's bite.

The mermaid stared intently at the tiny teeth marks on it, and in less than two seconds, it opened its mouth to swallow them whole.

Jing Weimian almost swallowed his finger whole, so she quickly raised her other hand to pry his mouth open, "Hand, finger... don't bite..."

The mermaid clenched her Adam's apple, licked her fingers a few times, and only then did she reluctantly release them.

His cold eyes remained fixed on the beautiful little human face, and he concluded from her departure: "My wife is hungry."

Still shaken, Jing Weimian gave a perfunctory reply, "Yes, that's right..."

The mermaid slightly retracted its claws and, following the lines of her taut, sunken waist, easily lifted her with its large palms and swam back towards the wooden house nest, soothing her in a low voice.

"I'm back from hunting for my wife."