"Well, I saw it, it was white. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info, I don't see the key parts...... though," Malone said with his head down.

"You saw it! You ...... Rogue / Hooligans! Tiffany said angrily, "Not only did you see it, but you lied to me!" ”

"That's ...... Is that...... I don't want you to be angry, you say that lying will lower my image in your heart......" Malone quickly explained.

"Did I say I'd forgive you if you told the truth?" Tiffany interrupted Malone, "And Mr. Malone, do you think you still have an image in my heart?" You scoundrel who peeks at girls going to the toilet! ”

"I ......" has come to this point, and Malone is irrefutable.

Tiffany now refers to herself entirely as "Mister" - Marlon notices this - which means that he and the human girl have become separated again.

But who is to blame for this? I can only blame myself for being reckless!

Malone began to lower his head and feel sorry for himself, not even seeing the smile on Tiffany's lips.

"All right, Mr. Malone." Tiffany smiled and said, "Give you a chance to make up for your previous perverted actions...... Seeing the lady fall to the ground, shouldn't a gentleman come and help her up? ”

"Huh? What the? Malone could hear the ease in Tiffany's tone, and he looked up in surprise to see that Tiffany had already stretched out an arm—the one that was completely naked because her clothes had been torn.

"Miss Tiffany, aren't you angry?" Malone walked over and took Tiffany's hand.

The silky touch made Malone feel very comfortable, but he quickly put away the pig brother appearance that was about to be exposed to his face, but asked heartily.

"What's the use of being angry?" Tiffany used a little strength in her hand and stood up with the help of Malone, "Can you make Mr. Malone, forget what you just saw?" ”

"This, hehe......" Malone didn't answer with a dry smile - he felt that his IQ had dropped by a few hundred points in front of Tiffany, and it might all have become negative.

But Malone is willing, who makes Tiffany good-looking!

"But Miss Tiffany, why did you scream just now?" Malone curiously asked about the root cause of his mistake.

"Just ......." The girl frowned slightly.

"My foot, it seems to be a little ......" Tiffany looked at her right leg, she tentatively tried to tap the ground with the tip of her right leg, but as soon as she put her right foot down, she couldn't help but let out another muffled grunt.

Malone only noticed that although Tiffany was standing up with her support, she had been standing on her left leg all the time, arching her right knee, her right foot dangling in the air, and her ten smooth and slender toes moving gently, as if to relieve the pain that had just touched the ground.

"Miss Tiffany, what's wrong with your right foot?" Marlon asked heartily.

"I don't know...... Tiffany bit her lip and shook her head, her brow still furrowed, "but it hurts!" ”

"I'll take a look!" Marlon tried to bend down without saying anything, but then he realized that there was a lady standing in front of him, and he got back up.

"I'll ...... you Hug it over there, right? Malone gestured to the haystack to the side, perhaps Tiffany should sit down now.

"Hmm...... Well! Tiffany kept her head down and didn't speak, but the crimson on her face had spread to the base of her ears.

"That's rude......" Malone picked Tiffany up by the waist - an action that was nothing to Malone with his amazing arm strength now - and Tiffany was fatally light.

"Yikes!" Tiffany let out a soft call from her mouth, and then subconsciously reached out and wrapped her arms around Marlon's neck.

After making this move, Tiffany realized how ambiguous her and Malone's posture was now.

It's all ...... Something that can't be helped...... Tiffany tried to convince herself, but she moved her intertwined hands down to stop Malone's broad shoulders—which might look more like a normal "hug" than a "snuggle."

Is this a "princess hug"? Until Tiffany was placed on a soft haystack, Malone was still thinking about it.

Forget it—Marlon finally decided—though Tiffany may not be a princess, for the princess of Stormwind should be named Uryon; But she's certainly prettier than a princess.

Tiffany's face was red as if it were about to burn—no man had ever touched her in such an intimate way except her father; Since she grew up, especially after menarche, even his father would not hold her like this.

Malone was only wearing a thin shirt, and although Tiffany had tried hard to keep the distance between the two people's bodies, Malone's strong chest muscles and vigorous heartbeat made Tiffany's head dizzy.

This is a real man - Tiffany doesn't know why she had such an idea.

- Only such a man can save himself from the orcs, like the heroes and beauties sung by the bards in those legendary novels.

Phew, Tiffany, what nonsense are you thinking! - Tiffany despises herself in her heart - there is no shame, how can there be a lady who calls herself a "beauty"?

But Mr. Marlon is really a hero, he saved himself from the orcs.

With this in mind, Tiffany looked at Marlon and ...... She was starting to get a little angry.

Tiffany noticed that her "hero" was staring blankly at her, and even more excessively, the hero's gaze was gradually trending down her slender swan-like neck, and he was looking at the peaks on his chest.

"Mr. Malone! My feet! Tiffany unceremoniously pulls Malone back to reality from the feast of vision.

Tiffany bit her lip again when she saw Malone retract her gaze in a panic and then look at her feet—she didn't know how many times she had done this today, but ......

This guy is definitely not a hero, this Mr. Malone—Tiffany thought inwardly indignantly—what hero of a legendary novel would stare at a lady with such eyes?

But...... Tiffany secretly touched her left chest with her hand - why did she feel as agitated as a deer after being seen by Mr. Malone like that?

However, Malone soon did something that made Tiffany more "restless", and he gently grabbed Tiffany's calf.

Malone sat down across from Tiffany, lifted the girl's calf up and placed it on his lap, and then admired it carefully...... Oh no, it was to look closely, what exactly was the injury, so that the girl could not stand in pain.