Mermaid Effect

Vol1

On the night of the nightmare kiss, Rand began to have a low fever.

Of course, like all the careless men, he didn't care about his body at the beginning. After all, it was just a headache and dizziness. In fact, Rand even had a little secret to celebrate the arrival of this disease, so he had a perfect excuse to avoid Munster's closeness.

Yes, he still cares a little about what happened in the bathroom.

"Sorry, Munster..."

He was lying on the bed in a logical way, and looked at Munster, who was holding a fairy tale book by the window.

"I think I am a little uncomfortable today, maybe the bedtime story can be changed?"

Every night, in order to make this little monster more familiar with the human world, Rand will give it some stories (like parents read to their dear children), and sometimes the story will be replaced by a movie.

Munster especially loves Andersen's fairy tale, the sea and the mermaid, and Rand feels that it may be because it will make a wrong understanding of the kiss.

He should find a way to get some new books to give Munster, Rand thought.

In the face of Rand's somewhat rigid rejection, Munster blinked.

"Oh... ok."

After hesitating for a moment, it said.

Whether it's the hanging ear spines or the suddenly faint scales and hair, it clearly shows the frustration of this moment.

When it is younger, for example, when it is still a slimy fish, it always has the courage to violate Rand's words, but now it has lost this privilege.

Instead, it needs to do everything in its power to avoid the alienation of Rand.

It walked slowly toward the door. Rand told it that considering his physical condition, he needs a dry bed today, and Munster can only spend a long night on the sofa.

Its tail twitched gently on the carpet, and the sticky squeak and the carpet rusted, apparently belonging to the back of a large head, but it seemed to be weak and small as if it had shrunk.

Oh, it’s pathetic.

Rand involuntarily tightened the sheets in his hands. God, he felt that he was a stone heart.

"Munster..."

This call blurted out even before his own consciousness.

Munster seemed to have an invisible tail behind him, and quickly stood up and began to shake wildly.

It slammed back like a whirlwind, then plunged to Rand's window, and then it put his hands on the edge of the bed, his eyes shining brightly looking forward to the opening.

"Rand! So I can still sleep here tonight? Right? I really don't have to sleep in the quilt! I can sleep under the bed!"

Its tail was tapped on the ground with the rhythm as it spoke.

Damn...

Rand secretly confessed in his heart.

In the face of Munster's expectations, his smile is very stiff.

In fact, even he himself did not understand why he couldn't help but yell at him after seeing the frustrated back of this guy.

He didn't want to have a fish monster tail around his bedpost in the middle of the night, watching his sleepy eyes.

Rand swears that it will only make his fever worse.

"Oh, sorry, Munster, I am just..."

He spoke openly to Munster, and then he looked at each other's red eyes and blew it down little by little.

He swallowed a sip.

Then some ruthlessly leaned over and his lips touched Munster's forehead.

"Good night, Munster, I just want to give you a good night kiss." He found a lame excuse.

......

Munster, like a stone statue, was completely stiff under the good night kiss. It looked up in a stunned manner, and the naked, unbelievable gaze made Rand feel embarrassed.

"I thought Rand didn't like to kiss me..."

After a long time, it burst into tears and shouted with a wet cry.

"Oh, not what you think, I don't hate to kiss you, no, I don't like this..." Rand licked his lips, because Munster's undisguised joy felt inexplicable and panic. "Good night kiss is normal, really, I don't think there is anything wrong with this. But it's just a good night kiss..."

Munster had jumped into the window when his voice had not fallen.

It is more fun than Rand imagined.

The cold lips were placed straight on Rand's face, like a puppy, and there were countless wet kisses on his face.

"Rand, good night! Good night! Good night..."

"Oh, don't do this..."

Rand had to push his head hard, only to stop the act of being too excited.

Obviously, the previous resistance of Rand to it because of the kiss, actually gave it a big blow. And the good night kiss that was just sent out as an excuse, so that Munster’s frightened heart was instantly understood.

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