Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 312 The Imprisoned Mermaid (31)

Reg's hand slid down behind his ear and touched the familiar scales.

The touch was so cold that it would make people stand on end, but Reg enjoyed the feeling very much.

He reconnected his lips to Molly's, stealing her breath.

In the chaotic panting, Molly's mouth was filled with Reg's breath, and Reg swallowed her saliva without hesitation.

Molly didn't struggle. She waited until Reg had kissed her enough before carrying her to bed.

"Wait here."

Reg then went out and came back in with a pink palace dress in his hand.

This is a very beautiful skirt. The whole skirt is light pink, and the shoulders, cuffs, chest and hem are all decorated with white lace.

The sleeves are the currently popular lotus root sleeves, and the whole style looks like a dress worn by young women among the nobility.

Reg carefully helped Molly into the dress.

The fishbone bra fits tightly on Molly's upper body, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin on her chest, with a small concave shadow cast on her collarbones.

Reg lit the candle, then took out a necklace of plump and round pearls from the treasure chest and put it around Molly's neck.

The dress also came with a matching feather headpiece, but Reg didn't bring it up.

The exquisitely crafted beautiful palace dress and her long golden hair made her look like an aristocratic girl waiting to attend a dinner party in the palace.

Reg knelt on one knee, took out a beautiful ruby ​​ring and put it on Molly's ring finger.

Molly: “…”

You think you're taking advantage of her because she doesn't know what it means, right?

Reg looked at the ruby ​​sparkling in the candlelight, took Molly's hand, and gave the ruby ​​a deep kiss.

"Is this a princess's dress?" Molly asked.

"of course not."

He had this custom-made for Molly, and he brought it here to try out the size.

Reg straightened the bow on Molly's chest, and this action made Molly stunned for a moment.

Seeing that Molly was actually in a daze, Reg suddenly felt a little displeased. He stood up and pressed Molly, who was sitting at the end of the bed, under him.

The fluffy skirt covered Molly's unable to move legs. Molly watched Reg take off the clothes he had put on her little by little.

To be honest, Molly still can't get used to wearing tight bras. She feels like her internal organs are about to be squeezed out of place.

The moment I took it off, my chest and stomach felt a lot more comfortable.

In just a moment, Reg saw red marks on her skin.

Reg's brows furrowed unconsciously.

"Why didn't you tell me it hurt?"

It clearly looks like it fits, isn't that how all the women wear it?

"Isn't that how all human women dress?" Molly said.

Only then did he realize that the clothes worn by those noble women were so uncomfortable that Molly's clothes turned red after wearing them for such a short time.

Forget it, Molly doesn't need to wear clothes like this, just make a few sets of loose pajamas.

Reg rubbed Molly's ribs and waist with his palms. His body temperature was a little hot, and after a few rubs, Molly slapped him away.

Looking at Molly's beautiful palace dress and long golden hair, Reg's strange feeling came over him again.

A human girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

The body warm under the palm of your hand is a body that only humans have.

Reg's hand slowly moved up, covering Molly's heart. The heartbeat frequency was surprisingly consistent with that of a human, and the vibration sound was transmitted through the palm of his hand.

Reg could no longer distinguish between mermaids and humans.

The deep blue eyes looked at him, like the unique whirlpools in the ocean, attracting Reg to bend down and kiss those beautiful eyes.

As if he was poisoned, Reg became more and more obsessed with Molly and wanted to be entangled with her for the rest of his life.

He had heard that Eastern silk was made from the silk that silkworms spit out to wrap themselves. At this moment, he also wanted to wrap them layer by layer like a silk cocoon.

The kiss fell like raindrops, bringing a misty dampness wherever it went.

The rain water nourishes pink tulips, which bloom in the white snow.

Reg wanted to taste every red flower.

Impulsive desire devoured his rationality. In a trance, Reg heard Molly's ethereal voice: "Reg, do you love me?"

Love?

what is love?

Is reckless impulse love?

Is meticulous care love?

Reg didn't know, but subconsciously, in the midst of passion, he said, "Love."

At this moment, the positions of the two seemed to be reversed, and the hunter delivered himself into the mouth of the prey.

...

Late at night, Molly opened her eyes and pushed away the arm around her waist.

Reg had relaxed a lot towards Molly during this period. Perhaps because he had just consumed too much energy, this little noise did not wake him up.

Molly doesn't have much time left. With only a month left before her return trip, she decides to try her luck.

She quietly sat up, got out of the bed and stood on the plush carpet.

She glanced back at Reg, and when she saw that he hadn't woken up, she took the first step.

The familiar feeling of a knife cutting came from the soles of her feet, and Molly's heartbeat quickly accelerated in the pain.

Even though she was already familiar with the pain, getting used to it didn't mean it would disappear. Molly just wouldn't fall to the ground because she couldn't hold on anymore.

She walked to the bedroom door step by step with difficulty and opened it.

Next is the deck and two flights of stairs.

In contrast to her powerful fish tail, her legs were slender and pale. Every step she took felt like she was stepping on countless sharp blades, the tips of the blades piercing the soles of her feet, penetrating her bones, and reaching her soul.

Molly looked down and saw that her toes were curling in pain and her knees were shaking.

As she went down the stairs, Molly held the railing tightly and walked down the steps carefully step by step.

As time passed, Molly's toes began to bleed.

Every muscle in her body was tearing, every nerve was screaming, Molly clenched her teeth tightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept sliding down her forehead, then being blown to the floor by the sea breeze.

At this time, the wind and waves began to rise, and the hull began to shake.

Molly clung to the railing to steady herself. Her legs and feet were becoming more and more painful, and it felt like needles were pricking her bones.

I looked up at the sky and found that there were no thick clouds and there was no sign of rain.

Molly had no choice but to sit down and relax for a while, waiting for the storm to subside.

Fortunately, Reg didn't wake up.

Not long after we sat down, the boat began to shake less violently than before.

Molly stood up again and inched her way down the stairs.

Finally reached the second flight of stairs.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning streaked across the sky, and a white light appeared in front of my eyes for an instant, followed by a loud thunder.

A strong wind blew and the hull began to shake violently. Molly didn't pay attention and lost her footing. She slipped and rolled down the stairs, hitting her forehead heavily on the deck, making a loud noise.

Molly fell so hard that she saw stars, her vision went dark, and her head felt dizzy and painful.

The ship was still shaking violently. Molly, dizzy, struggled to get up using her hands and feet.