Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

Moan was experienced in dealing with Mihawk chasing her and slashing him when he was angry.

But no matter how experienced she is, she can't stop people from killing her all the time!

Mo An is tired from running...

She wanted to shout stop, but when she felt the plummeting air pressure of the opponent, Mo An was still a little timid.

I softened my stance and was about to beg for mercy, but all I could think of was, 'Sure enough, the Flower of the High Ridge is too cruel! ’ This thought flashed across my mind. I originally wanted to shout, “Brother, I’m wrong!” as before, but in the end, my words turned into “Huahua, I’m wrong!”

Mo An's apology was sincere, and he shouted it quickly and urgently, but it was obvious that it had the opposite effect...

Mihawk's veins bulged and he almost crushed the handle of the knife.

He has really never seen anyone more shameless and unafraid of death than Mo An!

But he is such a person...

In a dazed moment, the black knife in his hand was confiscated.

The weapons of the world's greatest swordsman were confiscated. No one would believe this!

Who can do such a thing?

"Wrong, wrong! I'm really wrong! Let's talk about it!"

Mo'an knew that the angry Mihawk would really hit her, so she hugged Mihawk and refused to let go.

Anyway, she wrapped her arms around Mihawk tightly, preventing his hands from moving.

Ouch!

The little bird loves Mihawk!

He’s also cute when he’s angry!

Moan's original intention was to catch Mihawk and prevent him from having the chance to continue beating him.

What she never expected was that when she grabbed Mihawk, she was also caught by Mihawk.

Mo An's head was filled with questions.

and many more!

Something is wrong with this development!

Why did Mihawk catch her?

And what does this weird look mean?

Gan!

Suddenly I want to run even more!

After staring for a moment, Mo An said dryly: "Huahua, it's not what I thought..."

This name...

It really wasn’t Mo An’s intention.

Her mind is now in a mess and she has failed to change her words.

The meticulous flower of the high mountains!

A handsome and elegant aristocratic swordsman!

I wouldn’t even dare to write a novel like this!

However, Mihawk responded with a sneer.

Mo An: "..."

There is a saying that mom sells batches. I don’t know whether to say it or not!

For some reason, Mo An was even more timid.

He was captured and brought back to the castle obediently, huddled in the chair and not daring to move.

Mihawk opposite seemed to have regained her cool and noble attitude because of her honesty, but Mo An was not in the mood to appreciate it.

Even her smart little head couldn't figure out what kind of evil possessed Mihawk!

"Hua... Mihawk..." It was not possible to remain in such a stalemate. Mo An spoke first, "How about you say something?"

To be honest, she felt a little embarrassed when Mihawk didn't say anything.

"If you haven't thought about what to say, then I..." The voice stopped abruptly.

Those sharp eagle eyes stared at Mo An coldly.

"You should have thought about this result when you teased me repeatedly," his voice was still cold and pleasant, "Stay here honestly."

Mo An's head almost shook with afterimages, "No, no, no! Mihawk, calm down! Are you dizzy with anger and delusional? You must just want to beat me to death!"

Oh shit!

I have a dog!

When did this old man lose his mind?

"Isn't it okay that I was wrong? I won't bother you anymore!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the sight on the other side instantly became more terrifying.

Mo An was choked by such a look. He thought about his words and changed to a gentler word, but it still didn't work. On the contrary, Mihawk's eyes became more and more terrifying.

"Tsk..." Mo An scratched his hair a little irritably and slumped down on the chair, "What's wrong with you?"

Teasing Mihawk?

What else did you do besides causing trouble for him?

It is completely impossible to understand the brain circuits of these people.

Stockholm Syndrome?

Obviously not.

But it was like seeing a ghost.

This feeling of irritation made Mo An feel a little too lazy to pretend, his timid look faded, he got up and walked out.

The cold low pressure hit, and Mo An did not hesitate to take action. After a few rounds, Mihawk was controlled by Mo An again.

It can't be said that Mihawk is not strong, but they all have a strange sense of defenselessness towards Moan.

Just like Mihawk, he was used to Mo An showing weakness and not fighting back, so when Mo An really wanted to catch him, it didn't take much effort at all.

"Huahua," Mo An pressed the person against the wall, clasped his hands and raised them above his head, firmly controlling the person between her and the wall, "You can't lock me, and I don't want to be locked either. So let’s stop there, okay?”

"Mo'an!" Mihawk's voice seemed to be extremely angry, and the aura on his body was almost condensed into substance, "Let me go!"

This was not the first time he felt this humiliating posture and the feeling of being suppressed. Anger lingered in his heart, but for a moment, he didn't know whether he was angry at such humiliation or at Mo'an's words.

"Can you let me go," Mo An's tone was so calm that he seemed particularly ruthless, "Can you calmly let me go?"

no answer.

Mo An only saw the strong murderous aura in those sharp eagle eyes.

These eyes are really beautiful.

No matter when you are angry or whenever.

She knew there should be more emotions in these eyes...

"You really can't let me go?"

Mo An looked at Mihawk seriously.

Ok.

She saw the answer in these eyes...

"You know," Mo An freed up a hand to touch his cheek, "I won't be the one who can't leave."

"Mo!" Mihawk's voice was drowned.

These eyes...

It really suits...

The fire in those eyes was still beating.

From anger, to forbearance, to indulgence...

The silent heart beats powerfully.

Mo An is right.

The person who can't leave won't be Mo An.

He had gotten used to this annoying guy over the years.

He didn't know when his feelings started to change.

Anyway, when I found out...

There is no escape.

Perhaps it was to vent his emotions, or perhaps for some other reason, Mihawk's response was unexpectedly different from his character.

Extraordinarily enthusiastic, even a little crazy.

Mo An had already let go of him and pushed him down on the sofa.

From a gentle touch to a domineering entanglement.

The pursuit of lips and tongues made the cold breath become a bit fiery.

The flowers of the high mountain fell to the altar.

Mo An was a little dazed.

Those eyes...are really beautiful after being stained with lust.

really like……

The calloused hands touched the smooth skin, bringing a slight itch. At the same time, Mo An was startled, and he immediately came back to his senses and held down Mihawk's hand that was wandering around her body.

Suddenly stopped, Mihawk's eyes turned cold, and his anger seemed to rekindle, "What are you doing? Are you sorry?"

"That's not true," Mo An looked at him straightly and twitched the corner of his mouth, "but you will definitely regret it."

Mo An has never known what shyness is, and she is not a real child, so after the emotion in her eyes faded, she now looks particularly ruthless.

Mihawk looked at Mo An, his eagle-like sharp eyes filled with frost.

He understood what Mo An meant.

Mo An doesn't care if he continues, but Mo An's attitude will still not change.

So, who is he?

Mihawk's face was once again filled with murderous intent.

His rapid breathing and the tightening of his hands on Mo An's waist all showed how angry he was at the moment.

Just when Mo An was waiting for his next move, an unexpected punch hit Mo An in the face.

Mo An was violently opened by him.

Then Mo An looked at the man with the veins on his forehead beating hard and his face so dark that he could drip ink, and walked away angrily.

he's gone……

Mo An: "..."

no! This man is too classless! Leave her here and beat her?

"Ha..." Mo An reached out and rubbed the corner of his lips, "You are still so cruel."

All bleeding.

but……

Mo An stood up calmly, straightened his clothes, and walked out slowly.

What's so cute about it?

Tsk...it's rare to find it a bit of a pity~