Pirates: Whose young master loves to wear a little skirt?

Shanks stared at the wooden box on the bar, stunned for a moment, raised his eyebrows and said: "You went through my things? Tel Hiss, with our current relationship...did you cross the line?"

Hearing Shanks calling him by his full name, Tel Hiss' heart sank. It was the first time he heard him call him like that, and it felt a little strange.

"I...I'm sorry, it was wrong of me to break into your room without permission, but can you tell me why you still kept this?"

Shanks chuckled, "It's gold after all, I can't just throw it away, right? Where did you find it? I just threw it away so casually that I don't even remember where I put it."

Tel Hiss didn't believe it: "Just like that?"

"Of course, you thought it was...?" Shanks asked back.

Then he paused and continued, "Don't worry, I won't pester you. To me, everything is over. If you feel disgusted by me keeping your things, you can take them back."

After saying this, he pushed the wooden box back in front of Tel Hiss.

"I didn't..." Tel Hiss was about to say something when the beautiful woman standing next to Shanks spoke up: "I don't understand your conversation. Why does it feel like a couple who have been separated for many years and are meeting again?"

Aren't these two men?

Shanks curled his lips: "You're kidding. He and I are not even friends."

Shanks raised his hand and touched the woman's hand that had been touching his chest: "If you don't mind, come and have a drink with me tonight?"

The beauty smiled and said, "Of course I don't mind. I'd love to. Maybe... we can do something else?"

Shanks just smiled and didn't answer. It was unclear whether he agreed or acquiesced, but he didn't refuse.

Tel Hiss stared at Shanks holding the woman's big hand tightly, with distinct joints and bulging veins. His waist had been touched by that man's big hand before, and it was hot and warm, full of sexual tension.

The scene before him was so dazzling that it made Tel Hiss's heart stagnate and he couldn't breathe. He said, "I haven't seen you for two years. You have changed a lot."

It's not like he hasn't seen beautiful women flirting with Shanks before. At that time, Shanks would avoid them if possible and kept his distance. He would never allow the other party to get so close to him, let alone make a move.

Shanks smiled: "Maybe this is the real me." He looked at the beauty in his arms: "Let's go sit over there."

The bar counter is full of high stools, and there is no place to lean your back, so it is uncomfortable to sit for a long time.

The beauty responded sweetly: "Okay."

The two of them stood up and left. Shanks put his arm around the beauty's shoulders and said without looking back, "Go back early and don't let your sister worry."

Tel Hiss sat in his seat, angry and sad, and said nothing.

He just quietly watched the two people in the distance, watching them drink, watching them talk and laugh, watching them being intimate...

He wanted to rush up to stop it, but forced himself to calm down.

What does he have to do with him? What right does he have to care about...?

In Shanks' words, they are not even friends now.

When the beauty's red lips were about to touch Shanks' lips, Tel Hiss could no longer hold on and turned his head away in advance.

He was afraid to see.

But he didn't want to leave.

Tel Hiss sat at the bar and ordered a row of drinks. He picked up the cups one by one, put them down one by one, and drank them all. He was afraid that if he was too sober, he would not be able to help but ruin Shanks' good deeds. He was also afraid that if he was too sober, he would feel uncomfortable as if a knife was cutting his heart.

It would be better to just get drunk and forget all the troubles.

The moment Tel Hiss looked away, Shanks tilted his head slightly, avoiding the beauty's red lips, and gently pushed her away.

The beauty was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Shanks' expression was serious: "I'm not used to kissing."

"Are you not used to it, or do you not want to be with me?"

"Why do you ask so clearly?"

"Because I want to know. I see you have some feelings for me just now."

"You should know that a man's feelings come and go quickly."

The beauty came closer and used her fingertips to draw circles on Shanks' chest. "But I've never seen... someone who felt like he was gone so quickly. I should at least get a taste of him, right?"

Shanks grabbed the beauty's hands that were moving around on him and said, "Actually, I'm not interested in you."

"???"

The beauty was surprised: "You asked me to drink with you if I'm not interested? Are you kidding me?"

Shanks said nothing, but his attitude said it all.

The beauty stood up, picked up the wine glass and splashed it on his face: "You bastard, you're wasting my time!"

With a "bang", she slammed the wine glass on the table, then walked away angrily in her high heels, twisting her waist.

It's really rare to fall in love with a man with overflowing hormones. She thought she could enjoy herself tonight, but it turned out that he was just playing a trick on her!

I simply can't stand this!

Shanks wiped the drink off his face with his hand and turned to look in the direction of the bar.

Tel Heath was already drunk, but he kept drinking one drink after another.

Shanks saw it all and felt mixed emotions. He didn't understand what the other party was trying to do. It was he who told him to never appear in his sight again, and now he was also the one guarding him.

He was already trying his best to avoid him, why was he still chasing after him?

Could it be.... that she just came to confirm whether he had let go of him? Without even giving him a thought? Now, the only gold earring was returned to him.

I'm afraid we will have nothing to do with each other in the future.

Shanks sat on the sofa in the booth all night, while Tel Hiss had already drunkenly slumped over the bar without realizing it.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, Laqi Lu came over and said, "Boss, it's time to go back and have breakfast."

He was worried that Shanks would forget to eat when he drank.

Shanks stood up, his eyes fixed on Tel Hiss: "You carry him back."

After saying that, he walked out of the tavern first.

Laqi Lu looked in the direction of his gaze and discovered that Tel Hiss was also there. It seemed that he had drunk a lot last night and was unconscious.

No, how could they... drink together?

Rejection and the rejected, this atmosphere is so strange.

Well, never mind. Laqi Lu walked over, carried Tel Hiss on his back, and chased after him: "Boss, wait for me."

After catching up, he asked again: "Why don't you carry it yourself? Are you waiting for me on purpose?"

Are you trying to avoid suspicion to this extent? You don't even want the slightest bit of physical contact...