One Piece Sister-sama

Looking at Hawkeye's evasive gaze, Leah seemed to understand something.

Her eyes changed, and then she put the dagger back into the brocade box.

She looked at Hawkeye holding her hand, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

When Hawkeye wanted to let go, Leah had already held Mihawk's hand.

He had never been so at a loss before. No matter how strong the enemy was, he had never wanted to avoid someone like this.

Leah kind of likes Mihawk.

Whether it's wearing his clothes or eating his cooking.

They do it all very naturally.

It seems like it should have been like this a long time ago, and it should be like this.

Mihawk is not good at words, but Leah thinks he is a rare gentle and careful person in this world.

She is quite diligent and thrifty, has low material desires, is self-disciplined, and is in good shape.

Up to the hall, down to the kitchen.

Leah felt that if she missed it, where would she find such a virtuous and powerful man?

If Mihawk didn't resist her, why couldn't she fight for herself?

Thinking of this, Liya decisively reached out and hugged Mihawk, laying her face on his thick chest.

Okay, Hawkeye froze and his hand stopped in mid-air.

The body's reaction has always been very honest, and Leah also felt this. She clearly understood that Mihawk did not hate her, otherwise he should directly push her away, or more directly, draw the knife.

"I understand, you don't hate me." Leah paused and continued: "So do you like me?"

"I......"

"You don't have to worry about answering now. Since you don't hate me, why can't we try to get along first?"

"How to get along?" This question already represents acquiescence.

"Let's live together and see~" Leah raised her head from his arms and looked at Mihawk with a slightly fiery look in her eyes.

"Don't get me wrong, it's just like before, but this time, you have to take the initiative to go to Sicily to find me, talk to me, chat with me..."

"Don't force yourself to chat, I know you don't talk much." Lia thought of this and added casually.

......

In addition to being cold-faced, Mihawk is definitely one of the top ten best boyfriends.

For example, when he goes out on the street, he always takes the initiative to carry things, and you never need to use your hands. He doesn't like to talk, but when Leah shares something with him, he will definitely listen carefully.

Cooking is delicious, not to mention fighting, how can a person who can stand at the top of the sword be weak?

Mihawk often drives his coffin ship out to purchase supplies, and when Leah comes to Kraygana Island to stay for a while after her busy work, she occasionally goes out with him.

Leah discovered that Mihawk would never hide away.

Whether it's raining or snowing, his expression doesn't seem to change.

He used his body to meet the disasters caused by nature.

When Leah was around, he would hold her in his arms, take out a big umbrella from the cabin of the coffin ship, and quietly cover her head.

When asked why he did this, he said: "A swordsman practices without being disturbed by external objects."

Although Leah didn't quite understand his approach, she also respected it.

The thing that troubled her the most was that Mihawk never took the initiative when it came to intimate contact.

There seems to be some resistance to this.

When Leah asked this question with a sincere expression, Mihawk took off the newspaper that was covering his face and looked at Leah inexplicably.

He didn't expect Leah to be so direct.

In fact, it's not that he doesn't want to get closer to her, but he is more willing to respect her.

He hopes that she can get the respect that all girls can get. For this reason, he is willing to be more tolerant and accommodating to her, and he must take care of her feelings.

Hawkeye put down the newspaper and walked very close to Leah.

Then he held her slender waist, looked at Leah's shining eyes, leaned down and kissed her lips.

He is not good with words, but he can answer her with actions.

Leah blinked. The two were kissing, but both of them had their eyes open and looked at each other.

It should have been an awkward scene, but now it seems that there is a slight tacit understanding.

The smile in Leah's eyes became even greater. She bit Mihawk's lip maliciously, then put her hand inside his clothes and ran up and down his hard abdominal muscles.

Then she closed her eyes and used her soft tongue to pry open the man's defense.

Wantlessly occupying everything he had.

Leah has never been a pure saint. She has always been extremely possessive of her own things.

This is not only expressed in words, but also in actions.

Hawkeye looked at the fluttering eyelashes of the woman in front of him and sighed helplessly in his heart.

Then he closed his eyes too.

Take the initiative to respond to Leah.

The two of them seemed to be competing, neither giving in to the other. The kiss gradually became longer.

But in the end it was Leah who lost because she couldn't breathe.

She lay on Mihawk's shoulder, breathing rapidly, once and for all.

Then Leah laughed softly.

A soft smile echoed in Mihawk's ears, "You weren't so rigid in the first place~"

"I'm a normal man." A magnetic voice wrapped around Leah's ears, low and lingering.

Then he hugged her hard, holding Leah's waist with one hand and her hips with the other, bringing her whole body into his arms.

In fact, Leah is not considered thin among women, she is over 1.7 meters tall.

But when she was lying in Hawkeye's arms, she looked particularly petite.

In the purple pupils, the eyes were flowing.

She turned to bite the faintly exposed vein on Mihawk's neck, the bite wasn't too hard but not too light either.

Then Mihawk picked up Leah and sat her down on the stone table not far away.

At this time, Lia had left a strawberry mark on Mihawk's neck.

Feeling his increasingly hot mood, Mihawk's eyes finally showed some lust.

He moved his fingers slightly to pull down the thin suspender skirt on Lia's shoulders. Then he stopped moving and looked at Lia with a questioning look, as if to say: "Can I do it?"

Leah didn't speak, but responded to him with a delicate kiss.

The sound of tearing clothes echoed in the air. As the sky darkened and the temperature gradually dropped, the atmosphere between the two became increasingly dense.

Feeling the man leaning on her body breathing more and more rapidly.

Lia chuckled in her heart, it turned out that he also had such a side~

If the mountains don’t see me, I will go and see the mountains.

She was particularly interested in the process of climbing the lonely snow-capped mountains and melting them away...

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(End of this chapter)