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

The first night passed peacefully.

Tel Hiss, lying on the bed, slept until dawn, and Shanks, lying on the sofa, also slept until dawn.

Not to mention, both of them slept soundly.

Tel Hiss thought he would feel uncomfortable with one more person in the room, but he fell asleep immediately. The bed was much more comfortable than he had imagined.

Maybe it was because he had spent several months of hard time in the Revolutionary Army, but as soon as he returned to the Red Force, he was satisfied with the food and the living environment, and he completely relaxed.

As for Shanks, he could fall asleep anywhere, including the sofa. What's more, the person he loved was by his side, so he managed to get a good night's sleep.

The two woke up almost at the same time. The first thing Shanks did when he opened his eyes was to sit up and see if the person on the bed was there. After seeing that, he felt relieved. Fortunately, it was not a dream.

He got up happily and went to the bathroom to wash up.

While I was brushing my teeth, Tel Heath came over, leaned against the glass door and said, "Just find an island close enough to let me get off the boat."

Shanks paused brushing his teeth when he heard this. Let him get off the boat? Wouldn't that mean they would be separated again? How long had it been since they reunited?

He pretended to be calm and replied, "I'm afraid I don't have time."

"Why don't you have time? Are you busy?" Mingming is a lazy person: "Besides, it won't take you much time to stop the ship."

"We're busy. We have to go to Whitebeard's funeral. I'll take you back after we're done, okay?"

"Funeral? In the New World?"

"Yes, we passed Fishman Island yesterday and are now in the New World. It will be quick and won't take you a few days."

"........."

Tel Hiss was speechless. If he got off the ship in the New World, there was no way he would be able to return to the Grand Line by himself. After all, to pass through Fishman Island, he had to pass through the bottom of the sea. He didn't have a ship, and he couldn't fight the monsters on the seabed. It was simply impossible.

He had no choice but to compromise and thought about going to see Whitebeard. Although they were not close friends, he had at least stayed on his boat for a few days and was treated well.

In his impression, Whitebeard was a very kind old man. Who would have thought that seeing him again would mean a farewell of life and death.

It is inevitable to sigh in my heart about the impermanence of life.

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Tel Hiss never went to the restaurant to eat. Shanks always brought him food. Occasionally, when he felt bored in the room, he would put on his cloak and go outside to get some fresh air.

At the same time, he didn't dare to spend too much time with Laqi Lu and others, for fear of being discovered, so he tried to avoid them as much as possible.

Soon, the boring day passed.

At dinner, Shanks delivered food to Tel Hiss, changed the bed sheets, and went out, never to come back.

Tel Hiss could hear the Red Hair Pirates' laughter and chatter from his room. What were they doing? It was quite lively.

But he didn't care. After dinner, he curled up on the sofa, reading the newspaper and flipping through a book. He also opened a bottle of Shanks's fine wine and tasted it sip by sip, feeling very comfortable.

If he had his limited alcohol tolerance, he would have wanted to drink up all of Shanks' wine and piss him off to death, hahahaha!

When he looked up again, it was already past midnight. Tel Hiss yawned, suppressed his drunkenness, took a shower, and then fell on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

The moon outside the window hid in the clouds. After an unknown amount of time, the door opened and a drunk Shanks walked in. He took off his clothes and walked towards the bed.

Then he lay down beside Tel Hiss. In a daze, he smelled a fragrance and turned over to hug him.

Holding the soft thing in his arms, Shanks felt so familiar, especially the smell of the other person, which made him feel comfortable for some reason.

He closed his arms and hugged her tighter.

Tel Heath moved, and in his dream, a huge python wrapped around him, strangling him so that he couldn't breathe.

Shanks sensed movement and slowly opened his eyes, only to see Tel Hiss's delicate face close at hand.

The thick and curled eyelashes are like a butterfly dancing among the flowers, the high nose bridge is three-dimensional, and the lips are smooth, crystal clear, and look delicious.

I must be dreaming.

He dreamed of him again...

Shanks reached out and brushed away the hair that was scattered on Tel Hiss's cheek, then rubbed his face with the back of his hand, which was tender and smooth.

It feels...amazing.

But such touching is obviously not enough. Humans are greedy animals. After tasting the sweetness, their desire will only grow greater.

He wanted to go further.

Shanks' hand slowly moved down, finally stopping at Tel Hiss' waist.

Just as he thought, it felt good.

I just didn't expect that the touch in the dream would be so real.

He moved closer and rested his forehead against Tel Heath's, noses touching.

The breath of their two people entangled together, and gradually, the air around them became hot and unbearable, as if burning every inch of his skin.

Shanks' breathing became rapid, his whole body was hot, his heart was beating wildly, and he was somewhat losing his mind.

But in a dream, what rationality is needed? You can give up completely and do whatever you want.

He tilted his head slightly, avoiding the collision of noses, and covered the other's lips with his own. The gentle touch seemed so soft and sweet that it made people sink deeply.

So this is what kissing feels like.

He didn't understand why he wanted to kiss little Heath. It was an uncontrollable emotion that was pulling him along.

I want to kiss you, I want to kiss you hard!

Shanks hugged Tel Hiss' waist tightly and kissed his lips over and over again.

The two bodies were pressed together, and it was so hot.

The atmosphere became more and more arousing, and Shanks moved down and kissed Tel Hiss on the neck.

Warm lips covered it again and again.

Tel Hiss was breathing slightly. The kiss just now suffocated him. Once he was released, he got a chance to catch his breath.

What? Can a snake kiss someone without saying anything?

What are you fiddling with his neck for now?

Tel Hiss's sleepiness faded away and he gradually opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, what he saw was a head of red hair.

He was stunned for a long time before he came to his senses. He reached out and pushed the person who was hugging him tightly: "Shanks, what are you doing?"

Besides being shocked, I was also frightened.

"???"

What's going on, is Shanks kissing him?

That dream where I was kissed by a snake just now was also... him?