princess of don quixote

M-6

Doflamingo realized that the relationship between himself and Delo was being mended little by little, and the distance was also getting closer.

As long as you don't repeat what happened many years ago, everything will be fine.

This is an easy thing for him, but for Delo, it seems impossible.

He didn't seem to be able to get those thoughts out of her mind either.

Whenever he thinks of this, he will feel that the relationship between him and Dolo has finally returned to the original point in an instant——

Just like when he forcibly brought her back from the castle.

……

To be honest, at this point, he began to wonder...

He didn't know what was the use of tying that little girl by his side. He knew very well how much he loved her, but he obviously didn't have any courage to do it.

It was as stupid as if he kept his weakness by his side and was willing to be affected by her every frown and smile.

He feels like he's going crazy lately.

For example, she just said a word to another man, and he wanted to kill that man thousands of times.

For example, Luo, if he hadn't made her hate him if he attacked Luo, he would have cut him into pieces—after all, that bastard dared to take Delo away from him for more than ten years and still be so close to her.

Doflamingo, who has already got everything, knows that he is actually jealous of Luo, because Luo and Delo are about the same age, and Doflamingo and Luo get along most naturally, and spend the most time with Luo, and the two have a tacit understanding.

Although he wanted De Luo back now, he didn't understand what that girl was thinking—since she came back, he felt his heart itch, and his heart ached when he thought about her.

A small gesture of her closeness will make him feel better for at least a week, making him feel that he is willing to give her everything in the world, as long as she wants, she hopes, he will not refuse.

However, she is not that kind of woman, she will never desire those things, so he can't use them to please her.

The relationship between him and her seems to be at a bottleneck, unable to move forward.

He sometimes even thinks, is it her that he loves or this feeling that he can't ask for?

He's really not good.

Thinking of this, Doflamingo cleaned up the third bottle of wine.

"Furfurfur... No matter what, I still want you."

He said so with a mouth full of alcohol.

"My lord, don't drink any more! How many bottles are you on? You're too drunk!"

"Shut up! Leave me alone!"

"..."

"Don't chatter in my room! Get the hell out of here! I don't need you here!"

"My lord, I really can't drink any more..."

Torrebol looked at Doflamingo with a troubled expression—he was also drinking like this when he encountered the top war two years ago.

Doflamingo seldom got drunk, and when he did he would become very troublesome, and would raze the castle to the ground in minutes.

Torrebol thought about it, and called more people to persuade him not to drink, but he kicked them all out.

And Doflamingo, who was focused on getting drunk, became impatient, and seemed to be about to show his fruit ability—so, no one in the family was willing to approach him.

In this situation, Delinger shaved his cheeks: "There's no way! None of us want to go there, right? Nothing we say will work, ah, but if it's Miss De Luo..."

"It's so quiet at night, so the eldest lady must be asleep, right?" Baby-5 frowned: "Speaking of which, she's acting weird, who wants to ask her for help?"

"No, Delinger is right—" Gladius folded his hands and lowered his face: "Let her come! Anyway, she is the only one who is injured, it's like we are dying. The young master seems to be very concerned She, it would be a good thing for her to help us deal with the young master by the way, if not, we won't feel bad if we get hurt."

"That's right, Gladius, you are really smart." Torrebol smiled sinisterly.

……

Delo wasn't asleep at this time, but it was almost the same.

The door of her room was opened roughly, with a bang, which scared away all her drowsiness.

Outside the door, Torrebol rushed in regardless of etiquette, and she hurriedly straightened her clothes, and timidly listened to Torrepol's explanation.

Then, I didn't even have time to change into the pajamas - I just put on a robe and hurriedly looked for Doflamingo.

……

Doflamingo was drinking in his bedroom, and the cadres were guarding outside at the moment. It was the first time Doflamingo had seen such a scene full of talents, and he felt a little regretful that he appeared in pajamas.

"Go in by yourself." Gladius said lightly.

With so many pairs of eyes looking at her strangely, she didn't have room to feel uncomfortable, so she knocked lightly on the door, twisted the handle and leaned half her body in.

"……May I come inside?"

Her words came at the same time as Doflamingo's angry roar.

She was also taken aback, and was about to back down, but Doflamingo, who was still angry, fell silent when he heard her voice.

De Luo's heart calmed down a little, and she walked in cautiously: "Brother, don't drink any more... go to sleep now? I'll get you a glass of water..."

After getting closer, she pulled the bottle away from his hand.

In this regard, Doflamingo didn't have much opinion, he just fixed his eyes on her.

Seeing that the chaos in the room finally subsided, De Luo also heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time turned to the family members and said, "Let me take care of my brother from now on, everyone can go to sleep..."

Those people looked at her with strange eyes, and finally closed the door and scattered like birds and beasts.

……

A quiet room.

This wasn't the first time Delo entered Doflamingo's room, but it was the first time he saw this kind of chaos.

De Luo saw the room clearly and found that there were overturned wine bottles all around. He really drank a lot. She knew that her brother could drink, but it was impossible to drink so much spirits at one time without getting drunk.

She gasped and poured him a glass of water first.

He didn't drink, and Delo knew that he was still losing his temper, so she approached him: "Brother, what's wrong with you? Why don't I get some water to wash your face?"

... She fiddled with it a bit, and there was a cold wet towel in her hand.

She wiped his face carefully, and when her smooth fingertips brushed his slightly rough face, she became a little overconscious.

She blushed and looked at his face, and when she was about to wake herself up and keep a distance from him, he suddenly grabbed her wrist.

His strength was so great that the towel in her hand fell, and before she could exclaim in surprise, he pinched her lips precisely, pried open her teeth, and drove her tongue in.

His movements are domineering and tough, but at the same time they are ambiguous and fiery. He is very experienced in arousing women's passion/desire.

Why on earth did she appear in his drunken dreams?

And this time she is more real than ever.

No, he didn't want to worry about it, anyway, he wanted her, wanted her very much.

He is willing to admit that he loves her very much, loves her very much——

The room is crazy.

……

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