Chapter 61: Eternal Day (Twenty-Five) It’s Still Early
Fever period.
Cangli certainly knew what this meant.
Although he was just an immature mermaid when he died, he had received some physiological knowledge and knew that adult female mermaids would have fever periods about twice a year.
During the fever period, female mermaids will eagerly desire the comfort of their partner. At the same time, their bodies will be in an extremely sensitive and soft state, making them best prepared to accept and tolerate everything.
And now, the silver-white female mermaid in front of him fell into the first fever period after the transformation.
Cangli's dark blue pupils darkened and slowly moved across Wen Yin's blushing cheeks.
Finally, it fell on the fine and soft scales that Cangyu had just touched.
"elder brother……"
Cangli's voice suddenly became extremely hoarse, and the force with which he wrapped Wenyin's tail inexplicably increased a bit.
"For the first time..."
Cangyu held Wen Yin, who was still clinging to him, and immersed himself in the slightly cool summer pool water, then spoke to Cangli in a low voice.
"We have to... take our time."
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The moonlight cast fragmented silver light on the rippling water.
The inky little fish, the dark blue little fish, mixed with the silvery-white little fish sank into the pond.
The little silver fish was suspended in the water, as if it had lost all its bones and could only cling to those two completely different colors.
The newly grown silvery-white scales are dense and fragile.
It opens slightly at the touch of the water.
Revealing a more reddish inner color.
Wen Yin buried her head in Cangli's shoulder, and her tail curled up into a ball awkwardly during the exploration of her webbed fingers.
It was entangled by the ink-black tail, which was rolled into a ball and gradually stretched out.
"Is it okay?"
Cangli raised his hand, exposing his slender and powerful forearm to the bright moonlight.
He twisted his fingertips, and the entire webbed fingers appeared transparent and sticky under the moonlight.
The dark pupils glanced at the trembling tail of the silver fish.
"It's not enough. It will hurt."
Cangli's eyes dropped, and his throat rolled at the same time.
He averted his eyes with difficulty and continued with the unfinished work in his hands.
After an unknown amount of time, the scales on the silver-white tail finally opened completely, and he received recognition from his brother, who had tried hard to suppress his emotions.
"Okay."
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The little silver fish became a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be processed and cooked.
Next to him is the chef holding the cooking utensils and controlling the cooking process.
After cleaning the fish scales, the chef's terrifying blade sank under the white scales.
The silvery little fish was pressed between the palm of my hand and the chopping board, and its tail instinctively curled up and it struggled.
But in just a few seconds, there was no movement as the blade completely cut through the fish flesh.
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The chef tossed the small silver fish, after cutting open its flesh, into the boiling cooker.
Let the chef fry it until both sides are golden brown and emit an attractive color.
When it was finally fully cooked, the chef holding the knife changed from frying it over high heat to simmering it over low heat, preparing to stew it into a pot of fish soup.
The stewing time is very long.
Fortunately, the chef waiting in the back to cook other delicacies was very patient and did not mind that the novice chef in front of him occupied the only position in the kitchen.
Instead, the fish soup gave off an overly delicious smell that kept lingering around.
Observe the color and condition of the fish from time to time.
Waiting patiently.
Until a pot of clear soup, after being boiled, finally turned into coconut milk white.
The fish meat, inside and out, was also soaked in the white soup.
A pot of delicious fish soup has been stewed. The chef picked up the soft and rotten fish tail, watched the soup flow freely, and nodded with satisfaction.
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Wen Yin's head was still buried in Cangli's shoulder.
The silver scales behind her ears opened completely underwater, and the thin edges, as thin as cicada wings, twitched rapidly with her rapid breathing, providing her with the most important oxygen underwater.
Her hands were still tightly clinging to Cangli's shoulders, and as the water swayed, she unconsciously left more and deeper scratches on the skin with old scars.
One after another, it represents the limits of Wen Yin that are constantly being broken through and tolerated.
In a daze, she lay in Cangli's arms and slightly floated above the water.
"She seems to be still not relieved..."
A cold but still hoarse voice rang in her ears.
Then, Cangli held her waist and slowly put her into a wider embrace.
As the delicate and dense kisses fell on her lips, she heard the low voice of another person as if through a blurry curtain of water.
"It's still early."
"At least...a week."
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