[Pirate] Warm Waltz

Hanging up the phone and being relatively speechless, Debra looked at the moon above her head, thinking of the night with Doflamingo a few days ago, her heart was a little stuffy.

She loves him undoubtedly, how many women will not be seduced by such an excellent and courageous man after in-depth contact.But now that something happened to Rosindi, and she has something new to protect, she doesn't want to love him so deeply anymore.

He suddenly turned his head and smiled softly at Margao: "Do you think the current scene looks familiar?"

This scene is also very similar to the day they first met.

Eyelids twitched uncontrollably, and Margao glanced at her without speaking.

Debra smiled and began reciting a poem they were both familiar with in the same gentle tone as that day.

The first three hours of the night are gone

Every star shines on us

how suddenly my love came

Remembering it still shakes my heart

I feel that Venus is in full swing; she

Hold my heart in your hands; in your arms

Still sleeping with my veiled lover

He wakes her and she trembles tamely

eat my burning heart from his hand

I watched Cupid leave with tears on my face

Margo Ting's eyelids kept twitching. This poem was the introduction of their acquaintance, and it laid a terrible foreshadowing for him to be almost eaten as food later.

As the last word fell, Debra's fingers caressed the side of Margao's face.The fingers are slender and soft, and the temperature is relatively cool. When touching the face, one can't help feeling nostalgic.

He looked down into her eyes, like a far-reaching starry night, with swirling nebulae in it, attracting people's attention.Once seen, it is difficult to transfer.This woman has a charm that makes men crazy, but also has the danger of making people die without a place to bury them.

The definition of a woman's beauty is that if she walks into the crowd, she will be alone in the world, unlike ordinary people who enter the crowd like water entering the sea. Her abrupt presence will make others feel that even the air has changed.

There is no doubt that she is wonderful.So beautiful that even though he knew her danger in his heart, just looking at her like this, with his eyes meeting each other, he had the urge to kiss her.

Before he could turn his impulse into practice, Debra raised her head and kissed his lips lightly.

The kiss lasted for a long time, with only the sound of the sea rising and falling alone under the night sky in my ears.She felt his lips, warm, strong, smelling of tobacco.

In the end she pushed him away, just before the kiss changed its nature.She took a step back, leaned back against the guardrail, tapped her temple with her index finger, smiled softly, and looked up and down Margao lazily: "Actually, Margao, you are also a good man, why don't you feel that way?"

There was still a gentle touch on his lips. Hearing Debra's slightly regretful words, Margao shrugged his shoulders: "Because there is no chance."

The index finger moved from the temple to the rose-colored lips, and the corners of the eyes raised a ghostly arc, and said with some evil humor: "Fate is one thing, and feeling is another. I think Margao's face looks like Did it turn red?"

Helplessly raised his eyelids to look at her: "What on earth do you want to do? It's not just a whim to relive that day."

She lowered her eyes and smiled, but she didn't say she wanted to try to see if she could have feelings for someone who wasn't that guy.For an animal like a man, no matter how good-tempered a person encounters such a thing, it is easy to become angry from embarrassment.

As it turns out, it wasn't that guy, and even kissing her didn't seem to be fully committed.I have been calmly and rationally calculating in my heart when the other party will lose control, and how to stop it at that time.

When she kissed Marco, her lips were thinking of Doflamingo.She clearly remembered the shape and temperature of his lips, as well as the domineering heat when the lips and tongue were entangled, she missed him very much.

Doflamingo, youaretoxic.

The author has something to say:

(????ω????)??? Shame~~

It's just a kiss with the cavalry, shouldn't be a big problem, right?By the way, Amu, I was under a lot of pressure when I coded this chapter...

Another: I saw Mingo and Rossi's MMD with Toxic as the background on station B before.The song is sexy!Dance is more sexy!

Since then, when I write about little passion and little temptation, Toxic is absolutely indispensable in my ears... After watching MMD and listening to this song, I can make up a lot of brains in an instant. Is there any...