你能不能別想了

When Gu Xiuhan was fifteen years old, he saved a young mermaid from the hands of interstellar invaders.

As the only mermaid royalty left in all of the interstellar, Ruan Yu was fostered by the research institute with the Gu Family, which had the ability to provide care and protection.

Since then, Gu Xiuhan became entangled with this sticky, sweet, and creamy little fish cub.

Baby Ruan Yu twisted his short, pudgy, round fish tail, glued his face to Gu Xiuhan’s shoulder, clutched his collar buckle and wouldn’t let go of it, teaching Gu Xiuhan about fish rearing:

“You have to hold me, or I will be swept away by the ocean currents.”

Gu Xiuhan, “?”

Where are the currents?

In Ruan Yu’s eyes, Gu Xiuhan was always as cold and hard as a war machine.

Silent, cold, serious, reticent… He did not know how many years it took to open his mouth to speak, and his feelings were purely oligarchic, and he could only get excited by a mecha exhaust pipe.

Ruan Yu, “I’m not going to rush a marriage along for my aunt and uncle, because you might have a mecha fetish.”

Gu Xiuhan, “…”

I have no such thing.

Ruan Yu ushered in mermaid maturity, and the racial gift of mind reading continued to progress.

At first, it was a mental voice.

Then after that, it was in-brain images.

And then after that, it was a 4k HD blue terminal internal picture…

With the upgrade of Ruan Yu’s mind-reading skills, the image of Admiral Gu’s upright and magnificent iceberg asceticism kept collapsing.

Ruan Yu blushed and whispered to Gu Xiuhan, “What are you thinking? Can you stop thinking? You are so weird…”

Gu Xiuhan, “I’m sorry.”

The efforts to reside in his brain, and the result became more aggressive.