In the clear and cold room, a cat meowed occasionally.

The cry was soft and long, with a little bit of coquettishness and uneasiness.

There was a faint sound of water in the kitchen, probably that stupid little furball broke the switch again.

The cold sound of water spread little by little, and echoed in the clear and cold room.

Then there may be another meow or two.

It was suffocatingly deserted.

The platinum-haired man had snow-green eyes, obviously tired and cold. It was either a cold pool or a glacier.

He quietly looked at the screen that had been turned off by the other party, without saying a word for a long time.

"Meow--"

Here comes the annoying cat again, he thought, a very annoying little thing that just meows and begs for food and doesn't know anything but act coquettishly.

He remembered that Arthur in the past would only pick up the fur ball by the back of its neck, and then throw it wherever he wanted, letting it jump up and down anxiously and act coquettishly.

Now the cat is also meowing and hovering around him, its voice is softer and more indulgent, much worse than it was two years ago.

The first is the size. At that time, the cat seemed to be a cub, a small white ball of fur. Now it has grown a lot, and it probably has the blood of a large cat. The hair is very long, soft and smooth, and it looks like... It's delicious.

The appearance is very sweet, the corner of the mouth is a very cute "w" shape, looking up at him, there are faint light brown patterns on the face, forming a small symmetrical mask.

Unexpectedly, when the grown furball jumped on his knee, he didn't get angry.

He even couldn't help reaching out and touching the other person, making the other person purr softly and comfortably.

Maybe it was because it made him feel that the house was a little bit more alive.

But... still not enough, not enough, he thought of the face of the young man in front of the screen just now, and couldn't help but raised his head and groaned.

Not enough.

It has been two years, and the other party has been sleeping in the Burial Ground for two years. If he was not awakened by this accident, he might have been sleeping forever.

Until the real... Arthur returns.

The corner of his mouth curled up coldly, he closed his eyes and began to think about the young man just now.

The other party's soft lips were a little pale, but the blood on the inside of the lips showed, and the feeling of biting his lips made him want to plunder.

... want to plunder, kiss his lips, kiss his shoulders, kiss everything about him.

This is a natural reaction of the body, what does it matter, anyway, Arthur used to be like this, he just did what he wanted.

Anyway, Arthur...he loves Pei Yan deeply, that seems to be a habit of his body, and there is no way to change it.

Yes, just do what you want, he suddenly frowned, thinking.

Arthur did what he wanted, so why should he bear everything now? This is obviously unfair.

Hmm...It's not fair, he thought dazedly, sharing all of Arthur's thoughts and memories, why is there such a big difference in treatment, so unfair.

Arthur has always been a vagabond, and there is never a lack of loneliness around him. At least he looks dazzling, and it is difficult for others to take away his brilliance. After meeting Pei Yan, he has filled in the most regrettable stroke.

It's really perfect, like the most perfect light.

Then why should he guard such a cold room, so... so clear and cold.

He raised his head in some pain and let out a low cry. The headache was obviously very severe. He had just been out of isolation not long ago, but every time he realized that he was about to enter isolation, he would leave this room.

What could he do, who shared all of Arthur's loves and dislikes, of course he couldn't mess up the room.

Even if something is missing, I will be reluctant.

Arthur couldn't bear it, and of course he couldn't.

At best, he could only pretend to be willing, just like just now, he looked at that young man with a smile that didn't matter, obviously the beast in his heart was screaming all the time, but he was desperately suppressing the irritability and desire in his heart.

In fact, the memories here are not that deep, he thought, and frowned tightly. When they were still here, one was affectionate and the other was unintentional. Didn't take it seriously.

It seems to be a compromise, that kind of helpless compromise, but enjoying this kind of helpless compromise.

So much so that this body... misses this place.

After all, the days here seem to be the most pleasant and tender.

He glanced sideways.

The first thing he did after he captured the first district was to move here. At that time, he yearned for this place because he had experienced the warmth here, the kind... the warmth he likes very much.

But when he actually moved here, he felt very disappointed. Except for the little fur ball that was originally entrusted in the pet store and became a wild cat after the war broke out, he found nothing.

Even though the book the other party was flipping through was still lying there quietly, he couldn't feel any joy.

A cat is a kind of proud and ruthless thing, but the little furball was probably terribly frightened, its white body was already trembling slightly, yet it had the guts to go through layers of mermaids and claw at his feet.

Meow and look at him tearfully.

It still remembers him.

For some reason, his heart softened at that moment. His heart was much harder than Arthur's. He could be the extension point of Arthur's hatred, pain, desire, and struggle, all these dark sides, but he had no warmth and tenderness.

But he softened at that moment.

He shouldn't have such a thing, at least when he was born, he didn't have such a thing.

This kind of tenderness and softness wrapped around him tightly, making him hug the kitten uncontrollably.

Then, under the incredulous gaze of others, he gently stroked the other person's hair.

In his memory, or Arthur's memory, he seemed to look back at the year at a glance.

At that time, Arthur sneaked into that room without anyone noticing, lying comfortably on the soft sofa, waiting for the food that made his heart itch to throw himself into the net.

He tasted each other, sweet or tangy, all of them.

Arthur's plan is really good.

He looked up at the bright ceiling, the sound of water in the kitchen was still non-stop, ethereal and silent, the stupid little furball licked his finger, and walked away proudly with its tail up after seeing that there was no food When I went out, I had no idea that what I was dealing with was the most moody thing in the world right now.

Even soon, the most powerful person in the world.

Except for the cat, no one dared to disturb him, and no one dared to disturb him. Everyone could only stand outside silently, waiting for the occasional request from the Mermaid Emperor.

He is also the loneliest person in the world.

Everything, soon...will soon not be his.

Arthur hid his lover well, afraid that he would see him, rob him, and even hurt him.

But he instigated him relentlessly, instigated him to fight, to be bloodthirsty, and to cut through thorns and thorns mercilessly.

Arthur is such an old bastard.

He tapped his fingers and couldn't help laughing.

Ah, but he is Arthur.

He set his eyes on the gate not far away, expecting someone to break in.

That person, gentle and distant, has beautiful lips and slender legs.

But... no.

But... I can't help it.

I should really thank that white scale species for waking him up out of jealousy. Now, he gave a low laugh.

He is coming.

It's mine, it's all mine.

It should be mine, so why be patient.

The little white furball looked at the cat can that was about to be empty in distress, and bursts of creepy low laughs came from not far away, making it shiver slightly, but then bowed its head and took a sip of water as usual.

……

"How should I put it, let's do it," Pei Yan held a glass of water in his hand, sat quietly on the side, and quietly looked at the three people who were waiting in front of him, "Arthur and I are lovers."

"Arthur?" Ai was still playing with the electronic sensor gun in his hand, and he didn't intend to relax at all.

"Arthur is what you call Claytier, and also the Mermaid King," Pei Yan calmly explained, and he was right. "He used to be a mermaid in the Mermaid District, but he escaped secretly and met me. We fell in love later, and the identity of Clairetier was actually an excuse for the military to hunt him down."

The girl in the submarine suit thought foolishly for a while, but obviously still didn't understand.

"After we fell in love for a while, I found out his identity. It was hard to accept it at first, but I couldn't help it later..." When he said this, he couldn't help but paused and gave a wry smile, before finally Suddenly, I found that this experience was so similar to the words in my biological father's handbook. Is there really a destiny in this world, "But... yes, I have fallen in love with him."

Vivian stared blankly at the young man in front of her, her face was slightly red, and she was also a little annoyed.

This annoyance was for Pei Yan, after all, the other party did not cheat her feelings, everything was polite.

She's just annoyed with herself...

"So you betrayed mankind for him?" Ai Tuo drew his tone, his voice a bit cold.

Pei Yan was silent for a moment, and then said: "Whether you believe it or not, I lost consciousness while he and I were preparing to flee at sea."

"What does it mean to lose consciousness?" Ai's eyes were a little aggressive, and he didn't quite trust this unknown man, even though he looked polite and gentle.

"That means," Pei Yan sighed, "I've been in a coma for two years, and when I wake up, I'm already on this lifeboat."

"What?" Vivian asked in disbelief.

Pei Yan continued: "The last conscious image I had at that time was the scene where the female general Philomena came to hunt her down. At that time, this lady was also there."

Ai followed Pei Yan's gaze, and the girl nodded cautiously.

"I have no reason to believe you," Ai still looked at him suspiciously, "Why aren't you a spy among humans?"

spy?Pei Yan sighed, and calmly added a security weight to himself.

"Speaking of which, because I've been in a coma for a long time, I always feel that... the female general's illness seems to be similar to mine, and I think I might be able to do something about it."

Vivienne was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly looked at him.

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