[One Piece] I will definitely not be stabbed again after reopening after many episodes.

New World, Moby Dick

Because Lacey Maomao woke up a boat of people, she had no choice but to hold a banquet, but soon drank everyone down with her astonishing capacity for alcohol.

Qiaozi was the last to fall. The diamond fruit user stubbornly burped with wine and waved his arms before being drunk by Lacey, "Hiccup, no, you can't, Lacey!...z~z~z~"

Just pour it after saying it, smoothly and without any lag.

Lacey: "."

There are these stupid Ni-chans who are not good at drinking but still show off their strength. Lacey Maomao doesn't want to say anything, so she has no choice but to accept her fate and pick them back to the room one by one.

The first one must be Ace.

Ace had become a little drunk. Lacey poked and poked her head without dizziness. She came to Ace's ear mysteriously and asked: "Little Freckles, what do you think if I get you drunk and say I like it?" You, will you remember it when you wake up?"

Lacey Maomao has never been drunk, let alone the experience of becoming a drunkard. She has no idea that she has drunk too much. Apart from walking a little giddy and talking a little too much, when she wakes up, she feels like a mirror. What she said and what she did. Whatever happens, I will remember.

Lacey's words were spinning in Ace's head, going around in circles, twinkling and twinkling with the little star words. Ace knew what they meant when separated, but when they were put together, his brain got stuck.

"Huh?" Ace's fair face raised in confusion, and the tip of his nose touched Lacey's. "What did you say, Lacey?"

Lacey Maomao blinked her peach blossom eyes happily, "I-yes-said,"

"Ace really likes Lacey."

Ace nodded subconsciously, "Ace likes Lacey."

Lacey also nodded, "Yes, yes, Portcas D Ace likes Kuramasia Lacey very much."

Then Lacey looked at Ace with an expectant expression, waiting for him to parrot again.

But Ace, who was so drunk that he had a big tongue, no longer wanted to speak. He buried his head in Lacey's neck and fell asleep.

Lacey Cat was unhappy. Lacey Cat's eyes widened, and he reached out and grabbed Ace's face and pulled it to both sides, "A-S! Stinky-A-S! Talk like a duck!"

Ace: "zzz~"

"..." Lacey Maomao helplessly let go of his hand, stuffed the person into his room, then took back the quilt and pillow sent to the storage room, and rolled Ace into a sandwich roll.

Lacey didn't plan to sleep in her own room anymore, so she settled down for Ace, turned around, closed the door, and started to clean up the others.

Lacey saw Marco lying by the railing at a glance, and worriedly carried the phoenix into his room.

Lacey pushed Marco, trying to wake him up, "...Marco, Marco."

Who knew that not only Ace was drunk and unconscious, but Marco was too.

Lacey, who was the most trouble-free, muttered and took off Marco's shirt, "Oh, it's so trouble-free."

As expected, the phoenix's chest was scarlet and its skin was torn.

Lacey blew in distress, reached out and pulled out the medical kit under the bed, unscrewed the disinfectant alcohol, and carefully disinfected Marco bit by bit.

Under the stimulation of alcohol, the captain of the first team frowned. Lacey Maomao bit the bandage and ignored it, completing the alcohol disinfection work quickly.

But the phoenix's arm was shaking with pain. Not everyone would only feel slight pain like the cheating Lacey. This premise made Lacey develop the shortcoming of being unable to sense propriety.

Lacey paused her hands and wrinkled her beautiful eyebrows. Fortunately, the alcohol disinfection was completed. She only needed to apply medicine to Marco and put a bandage on it.

Lacey Cat didn't mess around, poured the hemostatic medicine into the bandage, and wrapped it from Marco's chest to Marco's waist and abdomen.

The sea salt shampoo on Phoenix's body gradually blended into the soapy scent of Lacey's body. Smelling the familiar smell, Marco relaxed a lot visibly, and Lacey just managed to take care of his injury.

"You still call me a little bastard..." Lacey raised her hand to smooth his brow, "He was obviously injured and refused to show himself to the doctor."

Lacey knew that Marco was doing it for her own good, rather than trying to save face, and she also knew that Marco knew that the brothers wouldn't care about it.

Everyone knows that this accidental injury was accidental.

But Marco just thinks a little more.

Lacey stood beside Marco's bed, helplessly touched Marco's hair that was combed back, and whispered softly: "Good night, you idiot."