Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 304 The Imprisoned Mermaid (23)

"I've been imprisoned here, without even the right to read or rest. Furthermore, I'm required to be around you all the time, acting coquettishly and smiling at you. Is this what you call treating me well?"

"Why can't you smile at me?"

Legson stared at Molly's face with a cold and oppressive gaze, demanding, "Why? Is it so hard to smile at me?"

Molly: “…”

Got sick again.

Molly no longer wanted to argue with Reg about these meaningless topics.

How can a nation that started out as a plundering nation be kind?

Reg doesn't even have the most basic concept of equality. He can even blaspheme the Catholic faith and name his pet Odin. How can he be a serious person?

Talking about love with him is like talking to a cow.

Reg didn't say anything, but just stared at Molly. The scorching heat passed through his palm to Molly's shoulder, as if telling Molly that he was very emotionally unstable.

But after waiting for a long time, Reg did not take the next action.

Then the man released his grip on her and stood up.

"After all, you just want to leave."

Forget it.

If you don't love him, then don't love him.

Rather than gaining Molly's love, losing Molly would be more unacceptable to Reg.

...

Molly didn't care about Reg's changeable temper and just thought he was having a seizure.

When Reg was not around, she would quietly climb out of the water tank onto the bed, and then use the bedposts for support to practice walking little by little, getting familiar with the pain.

Molly endured the pain of the knife cutting the soles of her feet almost every day. When the pain made her sweat all over, she would return to the water tank to relieve the pain.

The bait she cast last time also came to nothing.

Perhaps because they were afraid of Reg, no one came to look for her or peek at her when Reg was not around.

Even Molly hadn't heard the sailor talk about herself with anyone else.

Molly could only continue to wait for an opportunity.

In the evening, the sounds of sailors singing, dancing and drinking in celebration could be heard again on the deck.

Soon after, Molly heard Reg and Mark talking.

We are only halfway to our destination port.

Before arriving, they still need to find an island to replenish water, as the drinking water on the boat is only enough for half a month.

Mark said, "I asked the lookout to check, but they didn't see any islands nearby."

Since they were already on their way back, Mark forgot to remind the lookout to keep an eye on the island.

I don’t know if it will rain later. If it rains, I can rely on the rainwater for emergency response.

Reg said he understood and would ask Odin to patrol the area to see if there were any islands.

Then, Reg heard the sailors not far away talking about mermaids again, and this time there was a ghost ship involved.

"Hey boy! You've been watching the captain's mermaid for so many days. Have you seen what she looks like?"

"I heard that the captain learned from her that the ghost ship was at the bottom of the sea."

"Mermaids live at the bottom of the sea, so they must know where the ghost ship is."

"Maybe she can take us there, but why doesn't the captain go?"

"The captain seemed like someone who was determined to get to Zaragoza. Why did he give up this time?"

"Hush! Keep your voice down. The captain and the mate are over there."

Mark also heard it. He didn't even dare to look at Reg's expression. He just coughed loudly several times, then turned his head and glared at these people fiercely.

The sailors behind him immediately shut their mouths, looking at each other and making faces.

"Damn it! I told you to keep your voice down! The captain is still here. Do you think your life is too long?"

"Shut up now! Be careful, the captain's knife will fall on your neck in a second!"

Molly listened quietly. It turned out that Reg was too intimidating to them. No one dared to risk losing their heads to make a deal with her.

...

Reg stayed on the first deck until late at night before returning to the second floor.

When I opened the door, Molly was looking at the stars through the window diagonally opposite with a telescope.

Molly frowned when she smelled the alcohol on Reg.

Due to the shortage of fresh water, Reg did not take a shower, but simply wiped himself and changed his clothes.

Molly kept watching Reg warily, fearing that he would do something bad under the influence of alcohol.

Although he had drunk a lot of wine, Reg was still able to walk in a straight line, but his pace was much slower than usual.

After Molly saw him change his clothes, he walked to the long table, lit the lamp, stood in front of the map and looked at it for a long time, and then began to clean his mouth in front of the long table.

Finally, Reg walked to the water tank, picked Molly out of the water as usual, wiped the sea water off her body with a towel, and carried her to the bed.

Molly's fishtail turned into legs that could support her for seven or eight hours, enough for a night's sleep in bed.

Reg had drunk too much, and Molly didn't want to sleep with him tonight.

"I want to get back in the water," Molly said.

In the darkness, Reg didn't say anything, but just held Molly in his arms as usual.

Seeing that no one was moving, Molly also prepared to close her eyes and rest.

After a while, Reg started kissing Molly.

Unlike the rough and urgent actions before, this kiss was gentle and soothing, like a very patient hunter, soothing and relaxing the vigilance of the prey.

After pecking her lips, he began to hook her tongue with the tip of his tongue to exchange each other's saliva.

A very gentle kiss without missing any spot.

The aroma of wine spread in their mouths.

Molly was not wearing any clothes. During the kiss, Reg's hand kept stroking her smooth back, feeling each vertebra carefully.

Gentle, delicate, tender and smooth, without a single scale.

There was only a slight sound of water splashing in the darkness.

Molly could feel Reg's strong arms tightening around her waist, pressing them close together with only a thin cotton shirt between them.

Reg held her tightly, but only just.

Molly opened her eyes and saw the strong emotions in Reg's eyes.

The wine he drank had turned into fire. Wildfire burned fiercely in his eyes, covering his handsome face with a layer of strange desire.

Reg's body temperature warmed Molly. She felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to withdraw a little, but Reg's arm hooked her back forcefully.

"Don't push me away, Molly."

This is a treasure that cannot be compared with ten thousand ghost ships.

Reg could feel that ever since he had a relationship with Molly, his emotions were always affected by Molly, and his joy, anger, sorrow and happiness were all controlled by her.

Especially when he heard Molly say over and over again that she didn't love him and hated him, he felt so angry and resentful that he had no place to vent.

Reg didn't want to admit that Molly was controlling his emotions.

Even though he hoped that Molly would accept him and fall in love with him, Reg was unwilling to kneel down and beg her.

Molly loves freedom. He would mark out an area in his own fiefdom, build a castle on the cliff, and build a paradise along the coast, where Molly could swim in the sea without any worries.

Over time, Molly will naturally fall in love with him.