Winsor's words made Drance terribly frightened.

He remembered very clearly that because the cruise company was celebrating its fiftieth anniversary, they were selected as the "lucky ones" on the Queen Mary cruise ship, and they were repeatedly promoted.

In addition to them, there will still be some wealthy people on the Queen Mary ship, but these wealthy people are only rich. Throughout the whole ship, they are truly "named and surnamed" (which can be advertised in the XX Weekly ) Rich people or celebrities, there should be none.

However, from another perspective, Lance believes that this idea may be a conspiracy theory.

Why bother? Why does the cruise company pay such a high price?

If all the people on their ship are dead, what are they called "lucky guys"? This is undoubtedly the biggest blow to the company's goodwill.

Rich people who do not have a "name and surname" are also very understandable, because their cruise ship is equivalent to a "special cabin". If the real wealthy people get on this cruise ship, they feel that the price drops.

Lance shook his head, trying to get rid of the conspiracy theory:

"No, no, I must have been thinking about it."

After calming down for the time being, Lance looked at the diary in his hand again.

The colleague who wrote this diary, as Lance said before, is sensitive and suspicious, and loves the sadness of spring and autumn.

Moreover, he is also a supporter of government conspiracy theories.

Therefore, the entire diary is babbled.

For example, it was mentioned in the diary several times. He believed that the end of the world had come, and the government was doing some shady experiments without the people.

An example is News One Two Three.

Lance was speechless when talking about noses and eyes. The first few pages were turned over at random.

And flipping around, I finally got to write about the people in their company getting on the boat, and then...

Lance closed the diary abruptly.

"what's happenin?"

Wencer took out the contents of the suitcase, put it aside and waited for the sea breeze to dry. When he heard the abnormal noise, he turned his head and saw Lance sitting on the spot with a dull expression, surprised.

He leaned in front of Lance, looked at Lance, and then at the diary in Lance's hand.

Lance chuckled:

"It's nothing."

While talking, secretly wanted to hide the diary behind him.

A few seconds later, Winser began to **** the diary from Lance.

"what are you doing?"

Lance woke up all of a sudden, he quickly pulled the diary.

Wencer didn't **** it, but Lance snatched it back.

He tilted his head and said, "What's written in it?"

"No, nothing."

Lance's face started to get hot and he said fiercely, "You don't know how to read."

"Who said I can't read?"

Wencer sneered, "Also, do you remember what you said in the coral bones?"

Wencer began to liquidate Lance:

"I taught you hunting, I taught you swimming, and I helped you drag the suitcase. And now I just want to see the diary in your hand, you don't allow it?"

As he said, his tone was a bit wronged.

Lance: "..."

He especially wanted to ask now, isn't this Winser really like him, is it a human being?

"I am not a human being, let alone a mermaid that a human has turned into."

In Lance's speechless expression, Winser explained something telepathically, then took the diary from Lance and read it.

After a few minutes, Wencer's face turned black visibly.

Lance coughed slightly, trying to explain:

"Then what, people are already dead, forget it."

Wencer sneered, and became more and more convinced that there was something indescribable in the diary, and he looked at it seriously—

[I think my roommate is very cute. 】

[So cute, they are all boys as expected. 】

【I think……】

At this time, Wencer's face was dark like the bottom of a pot, and the two words "I think" happened to be at the end of this page. If you want to read it, you must turn the page.

But even after thinking about it, there is absolutely no good thing written on the next page.

For example, think of "the sun."

Wincer pressed the page and asked Lance very calmly on the surface:

"Do you know he has a bad heart for you?"

Lance put his fingers around his hair and hesitated:

"I think his mind is okay, and it is acceptable."

Wencer's calmness finally couldn't hold back, he bared his teeth, and directed at Lance:

"It's okay to call mind?!"

"what?"

Lance tilted his head, confused.

Wencer suppressed his anger, he snorted and turned to the next page, trying to make Lance speechless--

[Be his father. 】

It is written at the beginning of the following page.

According to the context, the connection is [I want to be his father].

Winsor: "..."

The relationship between humans is really curious.

Why do you want a father-son relationship at every turn?

"Why are you so angry?"

Lance leaned in and asked,

"Do you want to be my father too?"

It is true that men often make such jokes, but are they also among mermaids?

"No, I don't want to."

Wencer's rage was full of anger, like a balloon being poked and swishing out of breath.

Lance held his face and began to remember, still complaining:

"Really, it doesn't seem to be a good thing to be too tender. I want to find a girlfriend, but they don't want me to be their boyfriend."

The reason is that Lance is too tender, it's right to be their younger brother.

After being rejected several times, Lance had no choice but to put his restless heart aside and conquer his career.

At that time, Lance naively thought that after he had a career, he would have a girlfriend.

And now, I have become a mermaid, my girlfriend is not really there yet, but the "mermaid" friend, um.

Thinking of this, Lance sighed:

"I really want to fall in love."

I don't know what the taste of falling in love is.

Winsor: "..."

He suddenly wanted to do this little stupid fish directly.

After this oolong matter, Wencer was out of interest, and he returned the diary to Lance, and then lay down beside Lance, ignoring it.

Lance shrugged, took the diary, and continued reading.

Looking at it, Lance couldn't help but cocked his tail.

He really didn't know that his former roommate had such complicated feelings towards him.

As the owner of this diary, let's become colleague a for the time being.

This colleague a keeps saying to be his "dad", but then expresses a little love in a subtle way.

Since colleague a is inherently introverted and different from ordinary people, the more he gets behind the diary, the more perverted and weird the text he writes.

In the diary, the text written after colleague a is no longer just a simple expression of what I think, but has become all observing Lance.

His focus has all become a record of Lance's words and deeds.

Kind of like a stalker.

When Lance saw behind, there was a dilemma.

Because colleague a even wrote that he took several baths a day.

But Lance also knew from the description in the diary that the few days he was on the boat were normal, or that he didn't notice anything that he was so heart-warming about.

And turning over another page, the contents inside made Lance pale:

[I found out that someone came to our room at night. 】

[I suspect that they shot us while we were sleeping. 】

[My colleagues didn't believe me, and Lance didn't believe me, but I was definitely shot at something. 】

Seeing this, Lance recalled that after he got on the boat, he did sleep very deeply every night.

At first, he thought it was because he was too busy during the day and too tired at night so he didn't wake up at all. If what colleague a said is true, then...

Lance couldn't help but curled up his tail, and he subconsciously entangled Wencer's tail.

"what's happenin?"

Wencer opened his eyes and asked.

After reading the last few words, Lance put the diary aside, looked at his tail with some sadness, and asked:

"I think this tail is not mine."

If he was specially led to become a mermaid in the later period, is this tail his?

Winser laughed out with a "pouch", he wrapped Lance's tail tighter, and rubbed Lance with the tail of the fish, behaving ambiguously, and at the same time showing a little domineering:

"Now, do you feel that the fish tail belongs to you?"

Lance's eyes widened after being rubbed by Wincer.

After he felt that some delicate scales were about to be rubbed away, he quickly covered his fish's tail, and then covered Winsor's face with a webbed claw:

"rogue!"

It doesn't matter whether the fish tail belongs to him or not.

Winser was stunned for a moment. He stretched out his hand and took off the webbed claws covering his face. Then, he gently rubbed Lance's webbed claws with his cheek, revealing an almost coquettish smile:

"That's because I like you~~"

In this situation, Lance thought of only one word--

"Beauty is wrong."

Lance couldn't help but raised the tail of the fish, and the part under the delicate scale suddenly felt unusually hot.

It's so numb, even the waist is a little soft.

It seems...that scale, took the initiative to open a little bit.

He had always known that Wencer was particularly good-looking, but he didn't know that he would still...

Lance turned his head quickly, and then pressed it with the cold webbed claws, hoping to use the heat on the webbed claws to reduce the unusually dry heat.

But his fish tail accidentally revealed what the owner meant--

The white fish tail entangled the black fish tail next to it one after another.

Wencer didn't speak, he smiled and looked at the tails of the two mermaids that were almost twisted together when Lance twisted and didn't look at him at the beginning.

"You should be called'Siren'."

Lance whispered.

At that moment, Lance truly realized that the mermaid in the sea really had enough capital to seduce a traveler, and he jumped out of the boat into the sea without any difficulty.

Winser is authentic, the bewitching "siren" that exists in the legend.

In order to avoid being fascinated by the "Sirens" and directly open the scales by himself, Lance decided to calm down by himself, so he said to Winsor very seriously:

"I'll see if the camera is ready."

Afterwards, he didn't wait for Wencer to say anything, and quickly turned around to climb to the other side to get the camera.

However, the result is conceivable. Because the tails of the two mermaids were still entangled, Lance only managed to move the upper body, and then the whole person, due to inertia, "puffed" and threw frontally on the beach.

Lance: "..."

His nose.

"Ah."

And Winser let out a chuckle, he leaned his body on his side, supported his head with one hand, and watched Lance get up in a leisurely manner, before reminding him,

"Your tail is with me."

Lance turned his head and wiped the sand on his face. He was a little aggrieved, always feeling that he had been deliberately retaliated by Wencer.

He glared at Winsor, then tried to retract his tail.

...... Did not take it back.

Wencer didn't know what was going on, and suddenly began to confront Lance.

Lance tried to move his fish's tail, trying to retract the tail from the twisted posture;

However, as long as he moved, Wencer's fish tail immediately entangled.

A few times later, Lance found that he was getting closer and closer to Winsor, and farther and farther from the camera.

"what are you doing?"

After finally being hugged by Wincer, Lance slapped the black tail wrapped around him with an angrily "slap", and asked angrily.

Wencer squeezed Lance's opened ear fins affectionately, and asked quietly:

"When you were with your roommate, did you sleep with him?"

Lance was silent for two seconds, despising him:

"Of course not. I was still a human back then, and he was also a human."

After he became a mermaid, he stayed asleep with Wen Se every day without embarrassment.

If Winsor is a human, let's talk about it separately.

Lance said that he shouldn't sleep with a man.

This answer is a little bit nonsense. It is Wencer, who has been arranging for a long time before he understands Lance's thoughts.

Wencer began to think about a question seriously.

Does that mean that if he becomes a human, he can't pinch and hug the little fish, or even sleep with the little fish?

"Why don't you let me go?"

Lance felt that if this continued, something bad would happen.

If the two tails dragged on, his scales would really open up. He didn't want this, and his face flushed with anxiety.

Wencer felt the temperature of the little fish in his arms rise, and he knew that if he kept teasing, Lance was afraid to give him a bite, so he let Lance go.

As soon as Lan Sifu was free, he immediately slid to the side and quickly avoided his embrace.

After leaving Wencer, Lance couldn't help but take a few deep breaths beside him, but he still felt so hot that way, so he swam back into the sea all of a sudden, looking at Wencer from a distance with an unhappy expression.

Wencer and Lance looked at each other, and he raised an eyebrow.

Seeing this, Lance had to soak for a while and couldn't hold the camera.

Therefore, Winsor simply climbed to the side of the stone slab slowly and picked up the camera.

And in the sea, Lance looked at Wencer, his gaze never looked away.

Under the sun's rays, the temperature of seawater is not very low, but after all, it is lower than Lance's body temperature, which can barely cool down.

This is a bit abnormal.

Lance was soaking in the sea water, his body temperature hadn't gone down, the whole mermaid seemed to have a fever, but it was not.

He is energetic now, his heart is beating very fast, he even has the urge to sing, and the urge to jump.

There is even the urge to touch the scales.

But these strange physical impulses were finally suppressed by reason.

Lance tried to think about other things, trying to find other things to divert his attention.

The sun is very big, the coconut trees are very high, and there are a few coconuts falling on the ground...

Lance exposed a head on the sea and suddenly sniffed the air.

There is a scent in the air, looming.

Lance didn't know whether to call it a fragrance, because the smell was not always present, not like a natural floral scent, nor a human perfume.

Smell it carefully, as if it was still warm.

The smell is very familiar.

It's cold, but very gentle.

Faint and faint, a bit like the smell of the sea.

Lance sank half of his head into the sea in silence, blinking suspiciously.

Is that scent coming from Winser?

Why did he smell this suddenly?