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

Chapter 45: Little Fish Buried in the Chest

Chapter 45: Little Fish Buried in the Chest
"..."

Jing Weimian's mouth twitched slightly, he couldn't understand the thought process of this idiot at all.

But that's not what she's more concerned about right now.

Jing Weimian turned to look at Mingyin behind him, his questioning look self-evident, "I remember I asked you to keep an eye on him."

Mingyin lowered his head and explained, "I just reminded him that the track was dangerous, but he insisted on going there."

As he was speaking, a starship with a special military rank insignia slowly hovered in the sky. It was the Governor of the Xincheng Star Region who learned of Jing Weiman's visit and specially sent his subordinates to invite Jing Weiman to the center of the star region.

Jing Weimian frowned. He didn't want to go, but when he thought about the banquet in two days that would require the governor's assistance and cooperation, he paused and agreed.

In order to prevent the fool from causing any more trouble, Jing Weimian set the route of the starship to send people back to Whale Island, and she took Mingyin and Mingshen to the center of the star zone.

When Jing Weiman met with the governor of the Xincheng star zone and a group of warlord forces, Mingyin and Mingshen were waiting outside.

Mingshen noticed that Mingyin's face was gloomy and uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking, so he asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't you notice the idiot that the boss brought out?"

"I noticed that," Ming Shen said, recalling the scene not long ago when Chi Jiu was locked in the hatch by the boss, "He seems to listen to the boss very much."

"Is that the point?" Mingyin glared at him fiercely. "Can you imagine he came from Whale Island? The boss and I haven't been able to enter Whale Island for so long. How could he do that?"

Mingyin's calmness grew worse as he spoke, a dark, obscure paranoia surging in his eyes. "If it was Mr. Fu, it would be fine. After all, Mr. Fu is the powerful master of the Dark Owl. But what's the right of this idiot who suddenly appeared?"

Ming Shen looked at him with a complicated expression, obviously hearing the hidden meaning in his words. After a moment of silence, he asked, "What do you want to do?"

"—Tell Mr. Fu."

Ming Shen pondered for a moment, "I don't recommend this. The eldest sister doesn't like Mr. Fu's control over her."

"Then it's up to Mr. Fu to decide what to do." Mingyin's voice turned cold again. "In short, I can't tolerate the boss being a fool. He doesn't deserve it."

Mingshen seemed to want to say something else, but when he heard Mingyin's last three words, he slowly frowned and finally closed his mouth.

Jing Weiman had no idea what her two deputies were plotting behind her back, and it was already very late when she returned to Whale Island.

Pushing open the door of the villa, the comfortable cold blue night light shone down.

Because she had drunk some wine, Jing Weimian's face was obviously flushed. She took off her boots and went upstairs.

I had intended to go back to the second floor and stay underwater in the fish tank that simulated the bottom of the sea. When I got upstairs, I paused for a moment, then gently opened the bedroom door as if thinking about something.

The room was kept very tidy, clean and tidy.

Just this morning, the robot butler had been dismantled, so this room could only have been cleaned up by some idiot.

Suddenly, there were some subtle noises coming from the kitchen downstairs.

Jing Weimian leaned against the stairs, looked around for a while, and then walked downstairs lazily.

The fool had his back to her and was cooking in the kitchen. He stood at the edge of the counter with his straight and slender legs, his head slightly lowered, and looked like he was cooking very seriously.

"Fool."

The fool's tall figure paused slightly, without saying a word or turning around.

Maybe he was still angry that she had left him alone.

Jing Weimian looked at the idiot's obviously stiff movements and raised his eyes slightly, "Chijiu?"

Her voice was slightly low, with a slightly damp, fuzzy sibilant sound. She called out the name she had chosen for him so softly that the fool's ears instantly turned red. He only managed to hold on for less than three seconds before uttering a stiff "hmm."

"Turn around."

The fool turned around with a stern face, as if he was not yet ready to make complete peace with Xiaoyu.

But the next second, Jing Weimian raised his hand and hooked it lightly, and the fool lowered his head as if possessed by a magic spell. Then, Jing Weimian buried her hot little face between his tight chest muscles.

Jing Weimian buried his head in his chest while taking action.

I couldn't help but utter a confused, "What on earth did you eat to grow like this?"

In fact, Jing Weimian discovered from the first time he slept with the fool that the fool's chest muscle contours not only looked strong, but also felt really comfortable to touch.

What's more, he had been drinking and the fever had not completely subsided, so Jing Weiman was even more excessive than before. She put her small hands on his chest and rubbed it, and the more she touched, the more excited she became.

But soon the fool grabbed his wrist and groaned softly, "It hurts."

Jing Weimian curled her fingers slightly in his warm palm, but did not struggle to break free. She just buried her head in his arms and mumbled, "Carry me up."

The fool seemed to think about it for a while, and looked at the uncooked food behind him with some entanglement, "But, Xiaoyu is hungry."

"..."

Jing Weimian had to raise his face slightly and deliberately put on a stern face: "If I had known you were so stupid, I should have found someone else."

The fool immediately retorted anxiously: "No."

Fearing that she would really go looking for someone, he tightly wrapped his large hands around her waist, repeating in a wronged and overbearing tone, "Xiaoyu, you are not allowed to look for someone else."

"Then who should I look for? A fool like you who knows nothing?"

"I, I will learn!"

Jing Weimian succeeded in her goal. She raised her lips slightly, raised her hands to hook them around his neck, forced him to lower his head, and whispered something in his ear before the fool could react.

It was visibly that the fool's face flushed red as soon as she finished speaking. He lowered his head to look at her moist lips, then looked at his chest and quickly looked away.

In the end, he listened to Jing Weiman's words, carried her upstairs with firm steps, and returned to the room.

Then, he took off his clothes and lay down straight, allowing himself to be manipulated.

The next morning, when the fool woke up, Xiaoyu was still buried in his chest, sucking on the mole above his heart, with her hands draped softly over the edge of his shoulders and neck, and her beautiful pink-scaled fish tail curled up between her legs, swaying slightly with the light coming in from the window.

The fool was dazzled by the pink scales.

He stretched out his hand and clumsily touched the scales on the side of the fish's waist. Then he remembered something and his face became hot again. Suddenly, his hand was grabbed.

Jing Weimian raised her face from his arms and saw the fool staring at her without blinking, his eyes full of affection. Jing Weimian: "..."

She glanced at the mole on the fool's chest that she had sucked red, and pretended to be calm as she got up from him.

At this moment, the communicator rang.

Jing Weimian opened the call and saw that it was Fu Rong calling.

"I'm at Whale Island. Xiaomian, please open the entrance to Whale Island."

Jing Weimian frowned slightly. Seeing the fool getting up, she was about to remind him not to speak, but the fool stared at the communication screen on her bracelet and said directly, "I'll help Xiaoyu get dressed."

(End of this chapter)

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