Please Keep Your Tentacles Away

She heard the whispers in the darkness penetrate her eardrums; she felt the cold gaze sticking to her skin. Then something came around - something soft and slippery. She tried to make a sound but it died in her throat. The huge shadow swallowed her up, entangled and tightened, dragging her deeper and darker into the water. However, what greeted her was not death, but abnormal love. …… On the sea, there is a famous storm lord. It names an entire storm season. It is the tyrant of the sea, possessing the most violent heart of storms. That is the furious heart of the sea. It is also a tyrant that brings disaster, death and replacement. One day, it picked up someone. It claims that as long as the other party tells it the story of One Thousand and One Nights, it will not kill her. It poked it, and the other party said "ah". It pokes a thousand and one times and can only make a thousand and one "ah" sounds. It thought it had met a strong bone. After a long time, it discovered that what it had picked up was a little mute. …… On Saturday, I felt like I was suffering from skin hunger. The eight tentacles always want to wrap Saturday up into a ball of yarn, and every tentacle wants to touch her. This occasionally bothered her. She thought it was clingy and asked if it was a puppy. It said: A puppy only has four legs. It is twice as small as a puppy. …… The human form of Storm is very nice. He is tall, has long legs, has a gray complexion, and looks wild and handsome. However, it lasted for a while before the third and fourth tentacles grew from its slender thighs. The fifth one flew out unwillingly. Every time we walked together, it didn't want to hold her with just one hand. He can't help but secretly use his tentacles to hook her fingers, and each tentacle must hold one of her fingers seriously. Saturday thought: People should not, at least not have five legs and three hands. However, every time, when they walk together. She will still hold every tentacle of it. Hand in hand, never separated. …… I met a terrifying sea monster called Storm on Saturday. She thought it was bad luck and bad weather. It is the bad retribution of stepping out with your left foot. Later, every time she encountered a rainstorm, there would be eight tentacles blocking her head in a mess. The rain always leaks. But every time, the violent storm turns into a light drizzle. Purpose: Love life