Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

For Mihawk to drink with her, Mo An did it without any guilt.

She was indeed in a bad mood, but she couldn't kill Iska to make her happy, right?

Anyway, Mihawk came to the door himself...

Feed him!

Drain it to death!

I just like to see the way she wants to kill her but is helpless~

The cold breath and murderous eyes?

It doesn't matter, I've long been used to it.

"Huahua! Woohoo! I'm so angry! You know! If I want to cause trouble, even you can't run away! But that ugly thing is hiding like a mouse! I can't find it! "

That's true, but the comparison with Mihawk, just what Mo An said, successfully made the face of a certain flower of the high mountain darker and darker.

Mo An ignored it and continued to curse while drinking Mihawk.

"That ugly thing dared to bully Ace! I spent a lot of money to find people to help catch him but couldn't catch him!" She kept talking as if she had drunk too much, "It feels like the only gain from this trip is I accepted Shanks as my son, ugh, oh, oh, oh, oh! My sloppy big boy doesn’t help either! He also said that finding people is not his strong point!”

Mihawk: "..."

Mo An put his arms around Mihawk's neck and handed a large glass of wine to his mouth, "You should drink with me!"

Looking at her posture, if Mihawk didn't drink, she could just open Mihawk's mouth and pour it in directly!

Mihawk finished the wine in his mouth and stretched out his hand to push Mo An away, "Stop making trouble."

At first, he thought Mo An was just trying to find trouble when he said he was in a bad mood.

Until the wine bottles filled the ground, Mo An's behavior was different from usual.

He had never thought that such an irrational thing as drunkenness would happen to Mo An.

He pulled hard, but the soft-looking man was not pulled away immediately, and the nagging voice in his ears stopped.

Mihawk only had to turn his head to see Moan's face that was very close to him.

"Hua Hua," Mo An tilted his head, his eyes stained with moisture from the drunkenness and madness just now, which made people feel very confused, "Why did you come to me?"

Mihawk's hand holding the wine glass slowly tightened.

Why come to her?

Regardless of whether Mo An knew it or was really drunk, Mihawk had the urge to kill Mo An immediately.

I knew I shouldn't have come...

But the course will always deviate in the direction guided by the life card.

What answer did Mo An want when he threw the newspaper in his face?

Because the life card has never pointed to the area in the entertainment bulletin, they are two completely opposite directions.

Then tell him that all the content in the entertainment news is the same as before, all scandals?

Tell him that this time it was fake, and that the fun-loving side in the past was also fake?

Tell him this is all a disguise to hide something?

This kind of self-deception...

It's not what he should have.

Mo An is that kind of person...

The wine glass couldn't bear the force and shattered in his hand. The cold air pressure slowly dissipated. He held Mo An's wrist on his shoulder, his voice seemed to be on the borderline between calm and about to become angry.

"Go back with me."

Mo An: "..."

After blinking, he put his other hand on Mihawk's neck, and leaned against Mihawk's body.

Bring your face closer.

no response.

Getting closer.

Still no response.

From such a close distance, she could have clearly seen the emotions surging in those beautiful eagle eyes, but unfortunately those eyes were closed, and now only the smell of alcohol mixed with them.

tsk...

"It can't be done," Mo An's voice was slightly hoarse as her forehead was gently pressed against his, "Huahua, actually I really felt it was a pity last time. Do you want to continue?"

Mo An knows how to let people break their defenses.

But they all came to look for her, didn’t they already have the answer?

The feeling of the cheek being touched made those eyes open, and they looked so good that Mo An once again had the urge to dig them out.

It's so lively and enthusiastic.

"I told you not to be so fierce." Mo An kissed those sharp and beautiful eagle eyes.

How can such beautiful eyebrows make people shudder?

The cold and elegant flowers of the high mountains are gradually dyed with lust...

It's obviously so tempting!

so nice~

Only she can see this feeling of the flower of the high mountain being pulled down from the altar~

The calloused fingertips rubbed the skin, as if to vent his anger. The strength of the fingertips could leave purple marks on Mo An, but in the end, he still hugged Mo An like a deflated rubber ball. It's just that the entangled aura is tinged with a bit of ferocity.

The tingling sensation made Mo An couldn't help but want to complain about whether these people were dogs, but he later remembered...

Did she forget something?

Ok……

It's not important, think about it tomorrow...

(I will write more carefully when I have a chance)

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