vol1
On the night of the nightmarish kiss, Rand began to develop a low-grade fever.
Of course, like all careless men, he didn't care about his body in the first place. After all, it was just a little headache and dizziness. In fact, Rand was even a little secretly grateful for the illness, so he had the perfect excuse to avoid Munster's closeness.
Yes, he still cares a little about what happened in the bathroom.
"Sorry, Munster..."
He was lying on the bed logically, looking at Munster, who was holding a fairy tale enlightenment book by the window, said.
"I think I'm a little sick today, maybe the bedtime story could be another day?"
Every night, in order to make the little monster more familiar with the human world, Rand would read it some stories (like parents read to their dear children), and sometimes the stories would be replaced by movies.
Munster especially loves Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales, the sea and the mermaid, and Rand thinks it may be because of that that he has the wrong idea of kissing.
He should find a way to get some new books for Munster, Rand thought.
In the face of Rand's somewhat stiff rejection, Munster blinked.
"Oh well."
After a moment of hesitation, it said.
Whether it is the drooping ear spines or the suddenly dull scales and hair, it clearly shows its frustration at this moment.
When he was younger, say, when he was a slimy fish, he always had the guts to go against Rand's words, but now he seems to have lost that privilege.
Instead, it needs to do everything in its power to avoid Rand's alienation from it.
It walked slowly towards the door. Rand told it that he needed a dry bed today because of his health, and Munster had to spend long dark nights on the sofa.
Its tail fluttered gently on the carpet, and the sticky liquid rubbed against the carpet. It clearly belonged to the back of a large man, but at this time it seemed weak and small as if it had shrunk.
Oh, what a pity.
Rand involuntarily tugged at the sheet in his hand, and God, he felt like he was hard-hearted.
"Munster..."
The call was blurted out even before his own consciousness.
There seemed to be an invisible tail behind Munster, which quickly stood up and began to shake wildly.
It whirled its head back and threw itself to Rand's window, then put its hands on the edge of the bed, eyes gleaming in anticipation of opening.
"Rand! So I can still sleep here tonight, right? I really don't have to sleep under the covers! I can sleep under the bed!"
When its tail was talking, it slapped the ground a few times in line with the rhythm.
damn...
Rand cursed to himself in his heart.
Facing Munster's expectant gaze, his smile was extremely stiff.
In fact, even he himself didn't understand why he couldn't help but stop calling this guy after seeing his depressed back.
He didn't want a little monster with a fish tail around his bedpost in the middle of the night, watching his sleeping face with bright eyes.
Rand swore it would only make his fever worse.
"Uh, sorry, Munster, I just..."
He spoke to Munster dryly, then watched as his red eyes dimmed little by little.
He swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Then he leaned forward a little stiffly, and his lips touched Munster's forehead.
"Goodnight, Munster, I just wanted to give you a goodnight kiss." He made a lame excuse.
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Munster, like a stone statue, was completely stiff under that good night kiss, and it raised its head in a stunned manner, and the naked disbelief in his eyes made Rand feel embarrassed.
"I thought Rand didn't like kissing me..."
After a long time, it wept with joy and squeezed out a cry with a wet cry.
"Well, it's not what you think, I don't hate kissing you, no, I don't like this either..." Rand licked his lips, feeling inexplicably embarrassed and flustered by Munster's unabashed joy, "Goodnight kisses are normal, really, I don't think there's anything wrong with that. But, it's just goodnight kisses..."
Before he could finish speaking, Munster had already jumped up the window.
It was happier than Rand had imagined.
The icy lips were pressed straight against Rand's face, like a puppy, and countless wet kisses fell on his face indiscriminately.
"Rand, good night! Good night! Good night..."
"Hey hey, don't do this..."
Rand had to push its head away forcefully, barely stopping its overexcited behavior.
Obviously, Rand's previous resistance to it because of the kiss actually gave it a big blow. And the good night kiss that was sent as an excuse just now relieved Munster's frightened heart in an instant.
Oh look, dear Rand ended up loving it anyway.