Pirate: They always think that Dover is my CP

"Can't stand up..."

Probably because he felt that Mo An no longer had the desire to run away immediately, Rosinandi's hand relaxed a little, but his legs were indeed weak.

When she thought about what had just happened, Rosinandi felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Mo An: "..."

Mo An also felt that the current situation was a bit bad as he took Rosinandi's arm and lifted him up.

Rosinandi was tilted bit by bit by her. In other words, Rosinandi was tilted in the direction she liked.

Of course, she also likes many styles.

But Rocinante seems to be the type who is super easy to bully. What's even more difficult is that he doesn't resist.

When he realized that he was getting closer to Rosinandi again, Mo An's expression could hardly remain tense.

Rosinandi hung on Mo An like a large pendant, and her hot breath fell on the collarbone.

Before Mo An could run away, he was already hugged by Rosinandi. The corner of his lips was brushed by a warm touch, and then the hot face was pressed against the skin of Mo An's neck.

Getting hotter.

Mo An: "..."

I can't push it away!

Fuck!

Suddenly I was glad that the person standing in front of me was not Mihawk or Dover!

Mo An felt that with her current virtue, she might attack both of them.

The result should be a miserable death.

Should Ivankov turn himself back into a woman?

To be honest, Mo An didn't have much idea about whether his gender was male or female.

Apart from the fact that male thinking and her own personal reasons make her act a little unscrupulous, she quite likes her current situation.

More powerful.

That's the advantage that comes with gender.

But she is obviously not suitable to be a man!

"Stand still." Mo An said with a cold face again.

"The legs are weak..."

His voice was a little hoarse, and Rocinante himself felt embarrassed after saying such words.

It seems that he has never been a reliable adult in front of Mo An.

But he had lost his face long ago, and Mo An seemed to be very tired of showing weakness.

Mo An: "..."

The cold face suddenly became a little unbearable.

He picked the man up and jumped onto the roof and quickly rushed towards the warship.

It became more and more obvious at this time that she was a little bit picky about her appearance.

After arriving at the warship, he kicked open the door of the room, threw the person on the bed, and started looking through Rosinandi's wardrobe.

Throw it all away!

Let this idiot buy the ugliest and ugliest clothes tomorrow!

Rosinandi was stunned for a moment, but was not injured or in pain.

As a result, after Mo An threw all the clothes in his wardrobe on the ground, he rushed up to pick off his clothes.

Rocinante: "!!!"

The heartbeat, which was not well regulated, accelerated to the point of sudden death!

"No!" He grabbed his collar tightly.

"Don't want anything!" Mo An clasped his wrist, pressed her whole body between his legs, and reached out to pull his collar.

In this case, Rosinandi wouldn't even remember things like soundproof walls. Kicking the door in the middle of the night would be enough to attract others' attention. Their shouting directly alerted all the gangsters on duty and those who were already asleep. .

So much so that when a group of gangsters saw this terrible posture, Mo An's expression immediately cracked.

The gangsters who came looking for the sound: "!!!"

What did they see! Did Lieutenant General An forget to close the door?

"An... Lieutenant General An..." A gangster bravely whispered: "How about you be gentler to Colonel Rosinandi, then he won't struggle so hard..."

Mo An: "..."

So fucking angry!

"Shut up! And get out!"

"Okay, okay, okay!" The gangsters nodded hurriedly and closed the door.

Rosinandi was so stiff that she forgot to struggle, and the two of them remained in such a strange posture for a while.

Rosinandi's clear, drum-like heartbeat could be heard in the room.

Mo An: "..."

He pulled the quilt and casually covered Rosinandi, then turned around and planned to run away.

"Where are you going!" Rosinandi's speed had never been so fast before and he grabbed Mo An directly.

"Go back to your room and sleep," Mo An said expressionlessly, "What, you want to come with me?"

Rocinante: "!!!"

After returning to his room, Mo An slept until the afternoon again, then appeared on the deck without changing his expression, leaned against the sofa, propped his legs on the table, and took out his cigarette case.

As long as she is not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.

Of course, the gangsters are not people who would spread such things randomly. Today is another normal day.

The warship has arrived at the Red Continent, and the gangsters have also sent an application to Marigio for the passage of the warship. They will soon return to the first half of the Great Channel.

Before finishing a cigarette, Rosinandi also came out and walked directly in the direction of Mo An.

Mo An stopped Rosinandi who wanted to sit next to him, pointed to the sofa opposite and said, "Go and sit there."

Luo Nandi's throat rolled, but she still sat beside Mo An and held down Mo An who was about to get up and change positions.

Mo An: "..."

This guy is really hopeless.

"When do you plan to change back?" Rosinandi's voice was a little hoarse.

"I don't really want to think about it. This is good."

Mo An has a good drinking capacity. He rarely gets drunk, but he can easily get drunk if he drinks too much. At least he won't do what he did yesterday so easily after he wakes up.

"Ah."

Ok?

Mo An looked at Rosinandi strangely.

Didn't you always want her to change back to a woman quickly?

"As long as it's you, it's the same." Rocinante held her hand.

He had discovered a long time ago that as long as it was not excessive, Mo An would not care or get angry whether it was holding hands or hugging.

Mo An: "..."

Chi!

Ding Ding Ding!

Mo An suddenly reached out and grabbed the parasitic thread that was shot at Rosinandi. He blocked a few of the thread bullets fired at him and raised his head expressionlessly.

Doflamingo stood in the air, his fingers bent, and invisible threads flying on the fingertips of brown gloves.

The burgundy custom-made suit showed off his perfect figure.

A piece of the pink feather on the coat fell off and was swept away by the sea breeze.

Even from such a distance, Mo An could still clearly feel the anger and unignorable oppression emanating from Doflamingo.

What is this psycho doing here?

"You guys go back first, I'll deal with some trouble."

After a casual explanation, Mo An left the warship.

As a result, a super hit whip whip was thrown towards him.

"What are you doing here?" Mo An walked around the whip, came to Doflamingo expressionlessly, and punched him.

"Let's see what new tricks you've been playing lately." The veins on his forehead couldn't help beating. A violent aura filled his body, and five threads sharp enough to cut steel were drawn towards Mo An.

"I just clock in and go to get off work, what else can I do?"

"Ann, do you remember what you said?" The low laughter mixed with anger made Doflamingo look particularly dangerous at this time, "You don't look like you have no idea about that idiot."

Mo An clicked his tongue impatiently, "Little annoying spirit, are you here specifically to trouble me?"

If so, she would really beat this annoying guy to death!