Can I Touch Your Pink Tentacles?

Jinjiang has released a free bonus chapter. If I post any more bonus chapters for this book, they'll be offered as free rewards. Thank you all for your support. A sweet romance: a little octopus bottom and an attack with an oral fixation A wave swept a little octopus onto shore. It opened its sleepy eyes and looked at the wasteland before it. It wriggled its eight tentacles, squelching as it tried to get back to the sea. "What's this?" "An octopus." "Take it back and stew it." Little octopus: Wow~ I'm flying~ Little octopus, tossed into a pot: Wait! The water's the wrong temperature! Just as the little octopus thought it was going to die, a tall man appeared and took down the bad guys. The little octopus's eyes lit up. Pollution swept the world, mutating all living things. Jin Yeshen was contaminated, but also somehow not contaminated. He didn't develop any mutated features. He just grew twenty centimeters taller, gained enough strength to punch through a wall, and became fast enough to dodge bullets. But the mutated humans envied and resented his perfect human appearance, so they shunned him. He was alone until he met a tiny pink octopus, much smaller than his fist, small enough to rest in the palm of his hand. It felt slippery to the touch, soft when squeezed, and delightfully chewy when bitten. Little octopus: I'm not your teething toy! After an accident left a man and an octopus trapped in a mountain cavern, Jin Yeshen looked at the little octopus, all shriveled up from dehydration. He cut his finger. The little octopus clung to his finger and greedily sucked his blood. The next second, it turned into a naked human, its pink lips still smacking as it sucked on his finger. Jin Yeshen: ! Coming Soon: Can I Touch Your Little Horns? Aowu was a little dragon who had gotten lost. Every day, he did his best to stay alive, but the harsh environment was dangerous for a little dragon who could barely walk steadily. On the third day of Aowu's hunger, a bottle full of milk suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him. When Aowu hurt himself picking fruit, medicine and gauze appeared from nowhere and automatically bandaged the wound. Aowu's life got better and better, and he gradually became a chubby little dragon. Unable to sleep, Aowu sat up. "God, could you tell Aowu a bedtime story?" The deep voice of a deity rang out, haltingly telling a story. A pet-raising app suddenly appeared on Fu Mingshen's phone. With nothing better to do, he opened it and found a scrawny little dragon curled into a ball. A milk bottle appeared on the screen. [Please feed.] There were two options: Accept or Decline. Fu Mingshen glanced at the dying little dragon again and chose Accept. After finishing a bottle of milk, the little dragon gazed up at the sky with a dazed look. Its eyes were like gorgeous purple gemstones, and it said in a sweet little voice, "Thank you, dear God." Its little tail wagged merrily behind it. And so Fu Mingshen acquired a new habit: opening the app morning, noon, and night to raise a little dragon. Until one day, a boy with purple eyes appeared in his home. "Dear God, can I touch your little horns?" Fu Mingshen looked at the two little horns poking out from the boy's soft, curly hair. The moment Aowu appeared in the real world, a business tycoon, a top-tier star, a renowned artist, an Olympic champion, and even the guy who applied screen protectors under the overpass all felt their hearts stir. The dragon race was the most protective of its own. Many years ago, one of their young had gone missing. Theme: Never give up. There is always hope.