What are you doing?
Don't tell me you're doing it again?
Mu Chen truly felt a little afraid of this woman now.
Wasn't Hancock supposed to be lovesick?
But now, why did she seem a little obsessive?
Hancock pressed her cheek against his chest, her lashes casting trembling shadows over Mu Chen's skin. His fingertips tapped lightly in time with his heartbeat, and there was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
The legend of our Amazon Lily says that happiness is like foam beneath the moonlight—it bursts at the slightest touch.
Mu Chen finally realized it. This was the Land of Women; there were no men here, right?
So it made sense for them to have such a legend.
Mu Chen felt that since things had already come this far, he could not let Hancock down.
The next second, Mu Chen suddenly exerted force and snapped the handcuffs. He rolled over, casting Hancock beneath his shadow.
Mu Chen's thumb brushed the moisture from the corner of her eye as he said gently, "What? A woman's happiness isn't something you can just talk about. You're my woman now. I'll protect you."
Upon hearing Mu Chen's words, Hancock suddenly bit his shoulder, her sharp canines piercing his skin.
"Mu Chen, if you dare disappear again, I'll have the News Coo publish naked sleeping pictures of a Marine Admiral." She pulled an Image Den Den Mushi from beneath her pillow.
"And this one too!"
"From when we were eating grapes yesterday."
Mu Chen was dumbfounded when he saw this. Wasn't this usually the kind of thing men liked to do?
How had the tables suddenly turned?
"Look, darling, you're forcing my hand here!"
Mu Chen gritted his teeth and fiercely pressed her beneath him.
At that moment, Hancock was not flustered at