Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 296 The Imprisoned Mermaid (15)

Others on the ship might bring their own mint leaves to clean their mouths, but after a while, when the mint ran out, they would dip their teeth in salt.

The thing that the ocean has the most is salt grains.

Reg squatted down and pressed Molly's lips. Seeing that she was about to open her mouth to bite him, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Wait."

Reg took a small wooden box from the desk drawer and handed it to Molly.

"This box is for you, keep it."

Molly opened it and saw some white powder inside.

"It's made from a mixture of ground shells, bone powder, salt, and mint."

Reg stared down at Molly. "I didn't expect that little mermaids also need to clean their mouths?"

Molly ignored him.

Reg squatted down, looked at her closely, and asked softly: "Do you know how to use it? Do you need my help?"

Molly ducked under it, dipped her finger in it, and began to clean her teeth.

After carefully grinding both the upper and lower teeth, rinse your mouth with water.

When I turned around, I found Reg still squatting there.

Molly frowned: "Why are you looking at me?"

Reg handed over a gold cup.

Molly didn't move.

"This is water."

"You mermaids don't need to drink water?"

Molly: “…”

Under water, the gills and oral mucosa help mermaids absorb water and excrete excess salt through special sodium chloride cells.

Although mermaids' sense of taste is not as sensitive as humans', they can still taste salt in their mouths.

Molly silently took the glass of water and cleared the taste from her mouth.

She handed the cup to Reg, who reached out and pinched Molly's cheek.

"Ugh! Reg, what are you crazy about again!?"

Reg leaned forward: "Let me check if it's cleaned up."

Molly immediately reached out and waved Reg's hand away: "Don't use that lousy trick you just learned on me."

Reg narrowed his eyes, and his emerald green pupils seemed to emit fragmented light.

"heard it?"

"Mermaids really have good hearing. They can hear from such a distance?"

Then this ship has no secrets for her?

Could she hear everything the crew members, including him, did every day?

Get up, eat, chat...

Can't you even hear the sound of those men peeing?

A strange look came over Reg's face.

Molly knew what he was thinking at a glance and sputtered, "Do you think I'm as perverted as you!?"

Reg chuckled and returned to the previous topic: "Since you know what kissing means, do you mermaids also know how to kiss?"

Molly: “…”

The mermaid doesn't know, but she does.

Unlike humans who mate anytime and anywhere, mermaids only have the desire to mate during the mating season, and during mating, they only entwine their tails, doing it secretly in caves.

Reproduction in the biological world is an instinct of all living things, and only human mating is linked to sexual desire.

Similarly, only human desires are complex and special.

When the desire is intense, it can be expressed in the form of appetite, biting the other person's body with the mouth, and wanting to swallow everything on the partner's body into the stomach and merge it with oneself.

When desires continue to soar, they will also stimulate people's desire for violence.

Different desires are essentially driving forces, but because they are all controlled and transmitted by the brain nerves, humans sometimes mix these desires together.

Molly understands that human emotions are instinctive. When she was a human, she would not deliberately suppress her desires, but she is now a mermaid.

Mermaids don't have as many desires as humans, so they naturally don't kiss.

Molly said, "Don't be fooled by those dirty men. Only lovers kiss each other."

"What about the mermaid?"

Reg stared into Molly's eyes and asked, "Do you have an old lover in the sea?"

Molly: “…”

Is this guy a shrewd learner? He just keeps using the words he learns randomly.

Seeing that Molly remained silent, the smile on Reg's face gradually faded, and a fierce look appeared between his brows.

He reached out and pinched the back of Molly's neck, not allowing her to hide, and pressed on: "Do you have it?"

"What does it have to do with you?"

Reg laughed angrily, his dark green eyes, more like an eagle's eyes than Odin's amber pupils, fixed on Molly without blinking.

"My little Molly, you will never be able to return to your hometown in this lifetime. I advise you to forget him as soon as possible."

Molly: “…”

Is this person sick?

Reg took Molly's frown as stubborn resistance.

Reg stared at Molly for a moment, but he showed a rare lack of anger.

His fingertips caressed the fine scales on the back of Molly's neck for a while, intentionally or unintentionally, then he let go of her hand, stood up and left without saying a word.

Molly didn't bother to think about what he was trying to do. She covered the tooth powder in her hand with the box and placed it beside the bed.

Reg didn't return to his bedroom until evening.

Molly could hear the heavy crash of the waves below the deck, and naturally she could hear what Reg was doing.

He was supervising the sailors maintaining their weapons, and then followed Mark to check the bottom cargo hold.

It was not until after dinner when it was already dark as ink that Reg came back and lit the eternal lamp made of whale oil on the table.

The warm firelight stretched Reg's shadow very long, covering the long water tank.

Molly sank to the bottom of the tank without making any noise, and soon she heard the sound of him changing clothes.

Reg sat at the long table, poured a glass of wine and opened the book on the table.

...

In the middle of the night, Reg, who always slept lightly, suddenly heard irregular slapping sounds amid the rhythmic sound of the waves.

Reg opened his eyes and looked at the water tank not far away.

The room was dark, but fortunately Reg had good eyesight and he could immediately spot Molly rolling back and forth in the water tank.

"What are you doing instead of sleeping?"

Reg frowned and stared at Molly with impatience.

The other party did not react, but its broad, transparent tail fin would occasionally flip out of the water and hit the water tank, splashing sea water all over the floor.

Reg got out of bed, his exposed upper body showing a burly figure with firm muscles. He grabbed Molly's arm with his powerful arms and pulled her out of the water.

Molly's eyes were closed, her face had the cold white of porcelain, and her lips were red from biting herself.

The long golden hair was wet and stuck to her face. Reg reached out and brushed it away, gently patting Molly's face.

"what happened again?"

Reg frowned, looking a little impatient.

He didn't understand the maturity period of mermaids, and seeing that her face wasn't flushed like last time, he thought there was something wrong with her body.

Reg picked up the towel at the end of the bed, wrapped Molly in it, and threw her on the bed.

He walked over to the long table, lit a candle, then took it to the bedside and began to study Molly's face.

Reg pinched Molly, but she didn't react, just frowned, and it was unclear whether it was sweat or water from the water tank on her forehead.

"Molly."

"Molly?"

There are sailors on the ship who know medicine, but can they treat the mermaid’s illness?