At Your Fingertips

Microxulu｜Tentacles｜There is a plot of a small dark room｜ The most wrong thing Shen Ruoning has ever done in her life is to pick up Back to a man. He was pale, gloomy, hypothermic, and said he was homeless. Return. She took him in, and he wrapped her in layers of tenderness —making breakfast, telling stories, whispering during her nightmares "I'm here." She thought she was finally loved. Until she found out - he never appeared in the mirror, refrigerator The raw meat inside disappeared for no reason, and when he returned late at night, he was soaked in sea water. The saltiness of the water. Until she saw with her own eyes, his legs melting in the moonlight, Split into abyss-like tentacles. She escaped, fleeing to another man. He stayed outside the window every night, like a damp shadow that couldn't be shaken off. Her Thought he would give up until he tricked her out The moment the tentacles wrapped around her ankle, she realized: he was never the stray dog she picked up. He came from the deep sea A monster, weaving a web with tenderness, waiting for her to surrender net. "Do you think I want this?" He looked down at her, his eyes like slits The abyss opened, "But you let me choose - or lose you, Or become what you fear. What do you think I will do Choose? " He imprisoned her in the lighthouse, tentacles wrapped around her wrists and Ankle. He said, it doesn't matter if you hate me, at least hate is a way to remember me. Way. … "I just want you to look at me. Not in fear, not in hate, just It's looking at me. Because no one has ever really looked at me. "