The smooth touch of the contact area between the palms made the two people's hearts tremble. Before Mawson could speak, Hancock's face had already turned red.

She said in embarrassment: You bastard, let me go quickly.

Oh oh, okay. Only then did Mo Sen react and quickly let go.

Hancock, who suddenly relaxed, staggered and almost fell to the ground. Mawson stretched out his hand and grabbed Hancock's forearm to stabilize her.

Hancock, who had made a fool of himself, glared at Mawson, took out his arm, stepped on him hard, and passed by him.

A female warrior had opened the cabin door a long time ago, and Hancock walked directly in. Mawson looked at the footprints on his leather shoes and twitched the corner of his mouth.

The foot wrapped around Haki really hurts!

The main hall of the cabin is somewhat similar to that of a palace. There is a huge throne above, where Hancock usually sits.

There were seats next to it, so Moson found a spot and sat down.

Hancock walked directly past Mawson's position and walked to the throne above, looking down at Mawson.

Her two younger sisters didn't dare to support her like her.

What's more, Mawson is really different from all the navy in their impression.

Mawson didn't pay attention to Hancock's petty thoughts. He didn't care about whether the woman was on top or bottom.

So what if it's always up there?

Only superficial men would care about this issue.

You might make money.

And I will never lose money!

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(I just got off work and went back to the subway. Every Monday I feel like I’m going to be pregnant.
Chapter completed!