The Little Mermaid Fell for the Jiaoren 53

Chapter 53: Fleeing in Disarray

The damp mist in the bathroom had not yet dried, and the residual hot water was steaming hot. After Deng Xi looked down, for some reason, his voice involuntarily became smaller and smaller. “It’s too big, I can’t wear it.”

He choked out in a breathy voice, “It didn’t… slip down on purpose.”

Si Jisheng clenched the whale pajama pants in his hand.

Deng Xi, who was lying on the little mute’s body, could clearly feel the man’s chest heaving heavily once. The paused movement and the quiet atmosphere made the heat on Deng Xi’s face rise nonstop.

Deng Xi was in a flurry. He frantically reached out to hook it, wanting to pull up the piece of white cloth that had fallen and put it on properly.

Si Jisheng closed his silver eyes and held Deng Xi’s hand down. “You don’t have to wear it.”

Deng Xi replied in a small, helpless voice, “Alright.”

Deng Xi let go of the hand that was clenching the cloth, propped himself up on the little mute, and swayed his toes, kicking and kicking. After pulling out one foot, he switched to the other, kicking the small piece of cloth to the other side of the bathtub as if to cover up.

Although the movement was very small, it all happened in front of Si Jisheng’s eyes.

Si Jisheng’s voice became hoarse. “Sit properly. Wait for me to come back.”

Deng Xi was helped to sit in the bathtub by the little mute. The whale pajamas were tucked between his slightly parted legs, completely different from the effect of not wearing them during the day. The long layers of Jiaoren silk covered everything, and the pajamas, for the sake of a smooth effect, were a bit translucent.

Si Jisheng looked away, and his Adam’s apple rolled slightly. He calmly left the bathroom. Not long after, he came back with the undergarments he had specially bought a size smaller today and placed them in the clothes rack next to the bathtub. “Put them on.”

He turned his back.

The sound of rustling cloth came from behind. Not long after, he heard the little merman’s cry for help. “I can’t wear this either.”

Deng Xi lowered his eyelids, at a loss. “This is also too big.”

Si Jisheng pressed his brow and directly selected undergarments of various sizes on his comm, and would have Deng Xi try them on one by one tomorrow.

What should he do tonight?

Si Jisheng said in a low voice, “Wear them tomorrow?”

Deng Xi didn’t understand the necessity of wearing that small piece of cloth. He nodded his head cluelessly and looked at the whale pajama pants. “Then can I wear that?”

He really liked that Big Whale icon!

Si Jisheng nodded and, uncomplainingly, bent down again by the side of the bathtub. He kept his eyes lowered and did not look anywhere else. After he had finally finished putting on the pants, the tense back that he had been enduring finally relaxed.

Deng Xi looked at the whale pattern on his body with novelty, sometimes touching the one in front of his chest, sometimes the one on his thigh, his eyelids curving again and again.

Si Jisheng watched quietly for a while, sent a message with his comm, and then reminded, “It’s time to rest.”

Deng Xi reluctantly withdrew his hand, nodded his head, and took the initiative to extend his hand, blinking his eyes as he waited for the little mute to carry him back.

Si Jisheng shook his head in refusal and placed the cotton slippers by the side of the bathtub. “You have to persist.”

Deng Xi said in a dejected voice, “Alright,” and then stood up with the little mute’s help.

Walking was really so troublesome.

It was clearly a short distance, but it took a long time.

By the time Deng Xi returned to the side of the bed, his face was faintly confused. He looked down at his legs in the pajama pants and didn’t know why he felt something rubbing against the inside of his thighs, and it hurt a little.

Were all human pants like this?

Deng Xi didn’t quite understand.

Deng Xi rolled himself into the soft quilt, sprawling in all directions, unable to find his way.

Si Jisheng placed the pillow on the inside. “This way.”

Deng Xi tentatively lay on the pillow, his cheek buried in it. He curiously rubbed against it again and again. When he turned over, he saw the little mute walk into the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of rushing water came.

Si Jisheng walked out of the bathroom with a cold, watery aura, changed into a black set of pajamas, and before he could reach the side of the bed, Deng Xi, who had been eagerly waiting for the little mute to come out, asked in disappointment, “Where’s Big Whale?”

He was asking why the little mute was not wearing the whale pajamas.

Si Jisheng sighed in resignation. “Do I have to wear them?”

Deng Xi nodded his head. “Isn’t Big Whale cute?”

Cute.

But for the Marshal, who wore black combat suits or Imperial military uniforms all year round, it was clearly something from another dimension.

But Si Jisheng turned and went into the bathroom to change into them.

Unexpectedly, it was not ugly, nor was it abrupt.

His loose silver hair was draped behind him. Because Deng Xi was there, his silver eyes were not without warmth. The whale icon softened the cold temperament on his body.

Deng Xi’s blue eyes curved. “Little Mute is also cute.”

Si Jisheng was stunned for a moment, then let out a low cough. As if to cover up, he turned and took out a new quilt from the wardrobe and placed it on the bed.

“Good night?”

“Good night!”

With a “click,” the lights in the room were turned off.

Deng Xi buried his face in the soft surface of the quilt in the darkness.

He had taken a nap during the day and was not sleepy now.

Because of the moonlight outside the glass window, a blurry shadow could be vaguely seen in the room. He quietly looked at the little mute who was lying flat beside him. After his eyes were closed, his breathing also became calm.

Deng Xi’s gaze slowly landed on the position of the black shadow’s lips. Thinking of that inexplicable kiss, his ears began to feel a little hot in the dimness.

He knew that the little mute didn’t remember.

But he still remembered.

Even when he closed his eyes, he could feel the touch of the silver-tail’s barbed tongue. Deng Xi also shrank his head under the quilt.

This is a normal treatment, forget it quickly!

Deng Xi curled up his legs. The feeling of a foreign object under him became more and more obvious with this action. The seam of his pants was constantly rubbing against the base of his thigh, causing a slight pain and itch.

The bulging quilt in the dimness was constantly making trivial sounds, rustling, and tossing and turning.

No matter what position Deng Xi changed to, he couldn’t avoid it. Finally, he cautiously peeked out of the quilt and glanced at the sleeping little mute.

It should be okay to take it off, right? He could just put it on tomorrow after the little mute woke up. Deng Xi made up his mind and, bit by bit, rubbed off the whale pajama pants that he had just loved a few minutes ago from his legs, and randomly kicked them to the foot of the bed.

After his legs were no longer restrained, the bulging quilt quieted down after a short while, and soon, a light breathing sound came.

The sleeping little merman, without the restriction of a shell, would occasionally turn over and subconsciously move closer to the warmth beside him. The familiar cold aura made his sleepiness even deeper.

Deng Xi rubbed and rubbed, and from his own quilt, he drilled into a new one. Like an octopus, he hugged him, and let out a comfortable nasal sound in his dream, and only then did he settle down.

Si Jisheng frowned and sighed slightly, preparing to move Deng Xi’s hands and legs, which were pressed on him, down.

He grabbed Deng Xi’s wrist and gently lifted it. When he pinched his calf, Si Jisheng’s movements paused for a moment. The smooth touch under his hand almost instantly made him understand what Deng Xi had been tossing and turning in the quilt for.

His already light sleepiness was instantly cleared.

Deng Xi, whose arm had been taken away, restlessly put it back on, and even moved closer, pressing forward. His hot, sticky breath sprayed lightly on his neck, and the temperature in the dimness unknowingly rose and rose.

Si Jisheng closed his eyes with forbearance and restrainedly continued to move Deng Xi’s leg away. He propped himself up and, before he could continue his next move, the restless Deng Xi rubbed against him again.

Under the dim light, the whale pajamas were slightly rolled up by Deng Xi’s restless movements, and his golden hair was spread all over the bed.

Through the blurry curves, he was almost completely exposed.

Si Jisheng could no longer bear it. He pinched Deng Xi’s ankle, and his palm tightened slightly. After quickly lifting it away, he took the long pillow behind him and stuffed it into the youth’s arms.

Deng Xi, who had something to hug, no longer moved restlessly. He was breathing in and out, looking very well-behaved.

While Deng Xi was quiet, Si Jisheng got up and left the room.

His steps were calm.

But it was no less than fleeing in disarray.

Si Jisheng stood in the darkness and felt the cold wind for a while. It was of no use. He then went to the wine cabinet on the first floor, opened a bottle of brandy, mixed it with rum and anise mint, and made a special drink.

A Jiaoren’s constitution would not let him get drunk, but restraining his emotions was not as comfortable as occasionally venting. Compared to going to the training field to vent his excess energy now, Si Jisheng was more willing to let the alcohol evaporate his excess hormones.

Si Jisheng sat by the bar under the dim lights, drinking the special strong liquor in the glass from time to time, while dealing with the official business on his comm.

The message he had sent before going to bed had not yet received an effective reply. It wasn’t until the sky was bright that Si Jisheng finally received a report—Marshal, we found it.

Si Jisheng pondered for a moment and sent a picture of Deng Xi over.