Hello, Mr. Fish

Around 50,000 words, updated daily, and won't affect the story next door.

Si Xuan x Song Qili

Song Qili's life undergoes a dramatic change.

He develops a fondness for water. Following his impulses, he can slip into a bathtub full of water and sleep for at least an hour and a half.

His skin turns slick and damp. When playing tag, he can even wriggle free of an opponent's grasp like a loach.

A thin, whey-like membrane gradually appears between his fingers. Even if he tears it away through the pain, it grows back before long.

Song Qili is terrified and at a loss. Unable to do anything about it, he can only hide away in his cramped rental room, using his wet, sticky hands, with their sharp nails and translucent webbing, to tap out lie after lie on his phone.

- I'm on vacation.

- Visiting my parents.

- I'm not feeling well.

"Dating..."

"Ding-dong!"

The doorbell rings, and Song Qili freezes.

After the delivery person leaves, he wraps himself in a soaked bedsheet and cautiously retrieves the package. He opens it and takes out a letter. On the ink-blue paper is a string of incomprehensible symbols.

But just as hunger makes people eat and thirst makes them drink, instinct drives Song Qili to understand what they mean.

[Hello, Mr. Fish.

Welcome back to the world of the sea.]

Story summary: An overworked office worker's lover, hiding behind the facade of a boss, reveals his instincts to him, both openly and subtly, and ultimately brings him back to the sea.

The love interest doesn't look ugly in his true form! He can't be ugly! The author still can't handle an ugly love interest!

There's a little trick between the blurb and the main story.

Theme: Which comes first, me or home?