Pirate: I'm not the King of the Sea, so don't mess with me.
Chapter 429 I just want to tell you...
As the day of the performance draws near.
People from all walks of life who wanted to watch the concert also arrived one after another.
Dressrosa is bustling with excitement.
It should be a joyful thing for my daughter and friends to finally arrive.
But at the moment, Zheniya, who was in the palace, leaning on the window with her chin on her thin white arms and looking out the window, was not happy at all.
There is no other reason.
Polusalino is so annoying!
The wind blew up the beautiful and fluffy silver-blue gradient hair, and also blew up the gauze-like curtains beside her.
As the tulle rose and fell, another figure in the room was revealed.
The tall man stood beside Zheniya, his long and strong arms around her waist, and he lay half-lying on the window sill with her.
At this moment, the man bent down and lowered his head. While carefully taking the sulking little woman into his arms, he buried his head into her soft and white shoulder.
"Don't be angry, okay? I will apologize to you~"
There was a smile in the deep voice, but the tone was full of coquettishness that made people happy.
Zheniya had no expression on her face, stretched out her hand and pushed back on the man's face. While exerting force, she said ruthlessly: "Get off!"
Faced with the rejection of his beloved, the man was not angry, but buried his head deeper.
The big head even rubbed against the woman's shoulder.
Zheniya shrank from the rubbing, feeling itchy.
"...Polusalino, I told you...well~"
His chin was suddenly pinched, and a familiar face loomed in front of him.
Before Zheniya could say some 'uglier' words, the man couldn't wait to seal her lips with her, and in an instant he took her words into his mouth and swallowed them together with her tongue.
Zenia struggled when she was suddenly kissed.
But how could the man in front of him let go of the delicious cookie that finally reached his mouth?
Under the extremely skillful kiss, the woman who was still extremely inexperienced in certain aspects was quickly forced to follow the other person's rhythm, completely losing the initiative.
The beauty in his arms is as soft as water, and the familiar aroma makes people intoxicated.
Porushalino felt like a bee who had finally taken possession of the flower that belonged to her, willing to indulge in the sweetness of the flower and unable to extricate herself.
Realizing that her lover in her arms could hardly breathe, Polusalino reluctantly let go of her lips.
The red lips were coated with a layer of water, shining beautifully under the warm sunlight outside the window.
Facing those misty eyes with flowing water, Porusalino felt a dense emotion flowing in her heart. It was itchy and numb, not annoying, and even made her want to hug the woman in front of her. In your arms, rub it into your bones.
He lowered his head again, held her little face in his hands, and pressed his forehead against hers, who was panting mistily in his arms.
The two people's breaths blended together, and the ambiguous breath burned the person's face and heartbeat.
Too, too close!
The weak palms pressed against the man's solid chest, not like pushing, but towards the kitten's furry little paws stretched out to step on the breasts.
Porusalino secretly took a breath, breathing a little faster, holding her lover's face, nose to nose, and kissed her eagerly again.
woohoo~
It was so intense that my heart almost jumped out of my throat.
Zheniya slapped and hit her, but she didn't move the man in front of her at all.
It wasn't until the gun almost went off, and until Porusalino took the initiative to let go of her and hugged her while she gasped violently, that Zenia felt like she was surviving the disaster.
Afterwards, Zheniya covered her cheeks with her hands and moaned silently.
That’s enough!
What the hell is going on with this guy?
Hasn't she already rejected his intentions?
For this person who can't be beaten away and who doesn't take your pretended indifference to heart, Zheniya is really helpless.
Take a deep breath and put down the hand covering your cheek. He raised his eyes with a serious expression. Just when he was about to talk calmly to the other party, he met a pair of smiling downturned eyes.
Zenia:......
The breath he just mentioned deflated instantly like a deflated rubber ball.
Zheniya looked away and took two steps back as if to escape: "What do you want?"
This bastard has been clinging to her for days.
Although they are always at a suitable distance, neither too close nor too distant. But the terrible thing is that every time he appears around her, she can't help but look at him.
When their eyes met, the feeling that there was nothing to hide was really terrible.
It got so bad that Zenia started avoiding him.
Oh, yes, there is also Kuzan.
Speaking of which, she had been hiding from these two people for three days.
Today, for the rare occasion, Porusalino did not go through the window, but knocked on the door and came in to look for her.
The conversation started with a conversation about their relationship.
But Zheniya is worried.
In fact, they have discussed this topic several times in the past few years.
But every time Porusalino just mentioned it with a smile, and then left with a nonchalant smile amidst her refusal.
But this time is different.
She saw the seriousness on Porusalino's face.
He was seriously thinking about their future.
Can……
Her fingers curled up unconsciously and held the hem of her skirt tightly.
Zheniya lowered her eyes, and strange emotions flashed through her eyes.
Even though she felt all kinds of things in her heart, she... couldn't give him what he wanted.
After being in love for so many years, it was impossible for a spirit like Polusalino not to understand her thoughts.
There was still a smile in his eyes, but he did not answer Zheniya's question, but asked another question.
"What will Yaya do if I die?"
what?
This question was too abrupt, and Zenia looked up at him in shock.
Polusalino was still smiling, bending down to look level with Zenia: "Will you be sad?"
Zheniya thought for a while and pursed her lips, but finally nodded.
But after nodding, he put on a villainous face: "Who said you will die? If you are really unfortunate enough to die one day, I will resurrect you and beat you up again!"
The latter answers were truly unexpected by Porusalino.
He blinked in surprise, and then suddenly laughed out loud: "As expected of me, she is my wife~"
Zenia frowned: "Who is your wife? Can you be more serious?"
Porusalino's smile faded a bit, but the raised corners of his mouth still did not hide his joyful mood: "So do you care about my performance?"
Zheniya turned her head and pursed her lips: "...If it were other friends, I would also care about it."
friend?
Porusalino narrowed her eyes slightly: "It's different!"
"What's different?"
"Yaya, are you sure I'm just your friend?"
"...What else?"
"Please also ask Miss Yaya to be more serious and take the question I just asked seriously."
His sudden seriousness made Zheniya feel a little flustered, and she swallowed subconsciously.
He said, "Look me in the eyes and tell me, what would you do if I died?"
If Poru died...what would she do?
Polu, will he die?
Staring into his eyes, thinking about the scene when the other person died.
There was a sudden pain in my heart.
The fingers hanging by his side trembled.
She...she couldn't imagine what she would do when Bolu died...
The emotion called 'panic' clearly appeared in those beautiful red eyes.
Porusalino raised the corners of his lips and already got the answer he wanted.
She straightened up happily, and when the little woman in front of her moved her lips to say something, Porusalino suddenly reached out and held the top of her hair.
The broad palms are slightly calloused, and there is a different kind of tenderness when gently caressed.
Zheniya was stunned, not understanding why he touched her head.
"Yaya is really a duplicitous little bad guy~"
"You obviously have a place for me in your heart, but you want to avoid this feeling. Is it because of another man?"
Zheniya froze.
Then the man's tall body came up and hugged her.
"Since Yaya doesn't want to take responsibility, then let me take the responsibility!"
"From this standpoint, I will not restrict your freedom, but if you get tired of playing outside one day, you can come to my place to rest at any time."
"I can go shopping with you like a friend, drink with you, and go to the island you want to go to..."
Therefore, I choose to give in in this relationship.
I am no longer obsessed with being the only one around you.
I just hope that you will not avoid my touch, refuse my gifts, and pretend to be calm to close the door that allows me to enter your heart.
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