Demon Star Pandora [Interstellar]

"What are you doing?!" Morris' sullen voice interrupted the charming and humiliating scene.

Before Suni could react, Morris grabbed his arm viciously and was rammed to the ground by him, like a punching bag for punching.

Because of his strength, Suni passed out directly, while Mitchell leaned on the railing, gracefully took off his gloves, and threw down the railing.

"Mitchell! Do you know that what you do is enough to kill you ten times?" Morris grabbed his front collar angrily. At this moment, he felt that the top of his head was not silver hair, but green hair.

Mitchell smiled and said, "Your clan brother is too disobedient, I'll just help you fuck him."

"You're just a cripple, how dare you be so arrogant!" Morris's face was about to change from anger, "You are mine, do you understand! I don't allow you to touch other people!"

"Come on." Mitchell suddenly embraced his waist——

"Morris, you are mine."

As he spoke, he kissed Morris's lips, blocking Morris's next bad words.

Really irresistible to this hideous blond man.

Even though Morris was full of resentment, he was forced to swallow it back.

At this time, music sounded in the ballroom, and the waltz was about to be played. Morris grabbed Mitchell's hair in retaliation, and said through gritted teeth, "Dance with me for the first dance."

"I only have one leg, and I can't dance." Mitchell withdrew from his lips, and the tip of his tongue was still attached to the saliva that was slightly reflected in the light.

"I don't care!! You messed around with other men! You have to make it up to me! Otherwise, I'll fuck a hundred men!" Morris said the threatening words that seemed extremely naive.

Only in front of Mitchell, this mighty overlord would speak like this.

"Okay, I'll dance with you." Mitchell hooked Morris's neck, and Morris threw him the crutches he brought over, pushed him away roughly, and said angrily, "Come here by yourself!"

It's kind of cute.Mitchell smiled and followed him on crutches.

Morris is the head of the Vinter family. According to etiquette, at such a grand ball, he must lead the first dance.However, the prelude of the waltz played for a long time, and Morris was nowhere to be seen. People talked a lot, and the musicians also prolonged the prelude, anxiously waiting for Morris to appear.

Finally, Morris came slowly from the balcony, and the people neatly arranged around the hall offered to make way for him. The women and men saluted him and motioned for him to choose a partner for the first dance.

The Vinter family agrees with same-sex marriage, so the partners of this first dance may be those ladies and wives, or they may be men, or even Maurice invited his stepmother, Mrs. Della, to express his respect.

The musicians finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to play music following Morris' footsteps.

However, no one could have imagined that Morris went straight to Mitchell, who was leaning on a cane in the corner, bowed slightly towards him, and stretched out one hand in a gesture of asking for a dance.

This surprised everyone, not to mention Mitchell's identity, just looking at Mitchell's mutilated thigh that was tightly wrapped, one wonders how a disabled person with one leg can dance a pas de deux?

But Morris didn't mind. He threw away Mitchell's crutches, wrapped his hands around Mitchell's waist gently, and whispered in his ear, "Give me your body."

He took one of Mitchell's hands, and his other arm hugged Mitchell's waist, clinging to each other with a close distance that never existed between dance partners.

It is reasonable to say that this posture is too far beyond the etiquette, but no one can see that the weight of the one-legged Mitchell is completely controlled by Morris's arm, and his movements are completely driven by Morris. Unable to focus.

Accompanied by the melodious music, the two people who could not possibly dance together danced in such a harmonious way. Morris's hand supported Mitchell gently and powerfully, allowing him to alternate with the music and himself, and sometimes rotate.

Even the onlookers turned from initial surprise to admiration—they have never seen such a strange and extremely harmonious pas de deux, and even every dance gesture reveals Morris' deep love for Mitchell , without his ingenious support and traction, the one-legged Mitchell would definitely not be able to dance.

Who would have thought that such an incomparable Morris would fall into such a crippled body?

And the two dancers also fell into a state of ecstasy accompanied by the music. Their eyes met, and the eyes that met each other were shining with scorching heat.

Time seemed to pass like lightning.

A song is about to end, according to etiquette, Morris should kiss the back of the partner's hand.

However, his arm around Mitchell's waist slipped onto Mitchell's stumped leg. As he held Mitchell's stumped leg, he actually knelt down on one knee on top of Mitchell's stumped limb. Printed a kiss.

"I love you, so I love even your incompleteness." Morris whispered in a voice that only Mitchell could hear.

Stiff applause came sparsely from the crowd.

Each of the nobles obviously showed disbelief or strange expressions, applauding the wonderful dance of these two people only out of politeness.

When Morris stood up, the attendant handed the cane to Mitchell and helped him to his seat, and Morris also turned and walked to his throne.

The second dance was about to be played, and one leg of Morris stepped up the beautifully carpeted steps. Suddenly, he turned around and shouted: "Mitchell! Beat everyone! Be my rightful princess!"

This roar frightened the orchestra to stop playing, and everyone showed a horrified expression.

Mitchell also turned around in a little astonishment.

Finally, a seemingly relieved smile appeared on his face. He held the crutch with one hand, bent his only intact left leg, and put the stump of his right leg against the ground, making an elegant posture of kneeling on one knee.

"As you wish, Grand Duke. This is my promise as a knight of the Star family.

no way

Broken promise. "

It was the posture of a knight courting the woman he liked. Although he had lost a leg, this posture of kneeling on one knee made him do it so gracefully and perfectly.

Morris twitched the corners of his mouth, and he turned around again, with a gentle smile on his face facing away from everyone.

Ah, he really loves this man.

Always so annoying, yet so intoxicating.