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

Chapter 171 Mermaid Mark
As Jing Weimian watched his massive tail fin taut into an extremely fierce arc of attack, she instinctively tried to pull her hand back and move backward.

But the webbed hands grabbed her wrists, as if on purpose, causing her exposed waist and abdomen to unexpectedly collide with the mermaid's firm and upright chest.

Jing Weimian didn't even care about the pain, and hurriedly put both hands on his shoulders.

He was holding her too tightly again, so she quickly pressed down on the back of his neck, her voice trembling and changing tone, "Don't do this... my stomach... my stomach hurts..."

The mermaid stared at the human's lower abdomen, which he was holding in his arms, his eyes dark and unfathomable, as if he wanted to open his mouth and hold on to it.

Such a desire arose in an instant.

But the mermaid ultimately didn't bite. He suppressed his panting and gently put her down.

His cool palm rested on her soft, trembling belly, and he asked in a deep voice, "My wife is my partner, so why should I find another partner?"

Jing Weimian couldn't stand this mermaid anymore, and didn't want to keep lying to him. Without thinking, she retorted, "I'm not your wife!"

The mermaid replied, "I have evidence."

Jing Weimian's breathing became erratic due to his webbed hands, and unable to break free, she could only glare at him and pant, "...What evidence?"

It can't be so absurd as to assume she's your wife just because you kissed her a few times.

Are merfolk really that casual?
The mermaid had no idea what Jing Weimian was thinking at that moment. He was completely shameless and continued to push her vest up.

Before Jing Weimian could even stop it, the hem of her vest had already been pulled up to her collarbone.

Then, the mermaid's bright eyes fell on her heart, and her long, webbed fingers caressed it. "This is it."

Jing Weimian struggled with his unyielding webbed hands for a few seconds before finally blushing and lowering her head, looking in the direction the mermaid's webbed hands were pointing—

Only then did he realize that a translucent blue scale-like mark had appeared above his heart at some unknown time.

The scales were so lifelike, shimmering with a pale blue luster on her slightly undulating skin, as if they were fused into her flesh and blood and might burst out at any moment.

Jing Weimian felt a strange sense of unease: "What...is this?"

"Mermaid Mark".

The mermaid gently stroked the fish scale mark against the snow-white background with her webbed hands, and then said, "Mermaids will leave their unique mark on the only partner they recognize in their life, so my wife is my only partner."

Jing Weimian felt a tremor in her heart upon hearing this.

She stubbornly rubbed the blue scales with her fingers until her skin was almost red, but the mark remained unchanged and did not fade at all.

Just then, the merman leaned in to kiss her, but Jing Weimian pushed his face away forcefully, utterly at a loss for words to describe her feelings at that moment:
"How could you print things on me without my permission? Did I give you permission before you printed this mermaid mark on me?"

"Wife—"

"Don't call me 'wife'! Do you even know my name before calling me 'wife'?"

Without a second thought, the mermaid answered her firmly, "My wife's name is Jing Weimian."

"..."

Jing Weimian was speechless.

Just as she was about to ask him how he knew, she remembered that when she had just been trapped in the mermaid's territory, her military uniform jacket, engraved with her rank and name, had been casually twisted into a strip and tied to the wound on her right leg...

It's likely that the mermaid learned her name from that coat.

However, that's not the focus right now.

Jing Weimian squinted and said, "So what if you know my name? I say I'm not your wife, and that's final! No matter how many mermaid marks you put on me, it won't matter!"

Upon hearing this, the mermaid stared at her intently, his expression growing increasingly cold and somber.

Jing Weimian was furious. Only after she shouted did she realize that the fierce long tail was still slowly and aggressively approaching her.

Jing Weimian immediately held her breath. Her face turned slightly pale, her lips were pressed into a thin line, and her other hand, which was pressed against her waist, gripped the butterfly knife tightly.

Measuring the distance between the tail fin that was swimming along the stone bed and his own body, he mentally prepared himself to fight this guy to the death.

However, just as she was on the verge of her death, the mermaid's dark blue tail fin suddenly drooped down.

Jing Weimian slowly rolled her eyes, and only when she heard the heavy sound of the wooden house door closing did she fully realize that the male mermaid who had just been perched on the stone bed had released her and left the wooden house.

Jing Weimian looked at the closed door, unsure whether she should breathe a sigh of relief.

The blue mermaid mark on her chest was too irritating. The more Jing Weimian looked at it, the more inexplicably irritated she felt. She casually straightened out her vest, which had been torn to shreds.

After hesitating on the bed for several minutes, I finally decided to get out of bed and push open the door of the cabin.

She leaned against the railing on the second floor of the wooden house, looking down.

The mermaid stood indifferently with her back to her, fiddling with something under the tree.

On the sloping treetops, vines and tendrils trembled as they nibbled at a sweet petal.

The mermaid had clearly heard her coming out of the cabin; Jing Weimian saw his blue ear fins, which were resting in his hair, twitch slightly.

Even the vines clinging to the treetops seemed to notice her, and one even specially sent out a thin, winding tendril to poke the mermaid's shoulder.

But the mermaid didn't approach him as enthusiastically as before, and didn't even turn her head, continuing to tinker with her things in silence.

Jing Weimian remained silent for a moment, without taking the initiative to speak to him, and turned around and walked towards the wooden steps.

As soon as she stepped down the first step, the mermaid immediately turned around warily.

"Where to go?"

Jing Weimian glanced at the shoe-like shape in his hand, which resembled woven rattan strips, and finally moved her lips: "...Take a bath."

The mermaid suddenly swam over and blocked the bottom of the wooden ladder, her cold eyes silently staring at her, giving her no chance to leave the wooden house.

Jing Weimian leaned against the wooden ladder railing with her arms crossed, looking at the mermaid blocking the way below, and slightly raised her eyes:

"What, are you planning to lock me in this room now and not let me go anywhere?"

The mermaid's cold and resolute face remained motionless. After a long while, she finally reacted again, speaking in a cold and hard voice, "The shoes aren't finished yet."

Jing Weimian glanced at the thing on his webbed wrist again, pretending not to understand, "What?"

"The shoes for my wife aren't finished yet."

Jing Weimian snorted coldly, "I told you not to call me wife."

The mermaid stubbornly protested, "I want it!"

Jing Weimian lowered her head and met the mermaid's deep eyes for a few seconds. She didn't know if it was her imagination, but she actually sensed a hint of indescribable grievance and cuteness in the mermaid's eyes.

"Tsk".

Continue walking down the path barefoot.

Before she could push aside the mermaid blocking the bottom of the wooden ladder, the mermaid suddenly picked her up with one hand without a word.

Jing Weimian saw through his fact that he neither dared nor wanted to hurt her, and was no longer afraid of him at all.

As soon as she was picked up, she bit his shoulder and kicked and thrashed at his fishtail with her free legs, yelling, "Put me down! I want to take a shower!"

The vines, not even bothering to nibble on the petals, excitedly followed closely behind the mermaid, their branches and leaves trembling all the way.

With a splashing sound, the mermaid carried the squirming little human in her arms to the pool behind the wooden house, and used her fish tail to wrap around her slender waist as they went into the water together.

He gave his wife a cold shower.