Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 302 The Imprisoned Mermaid (21)

The familiar feeling of dizziness took control of Molly's brain. She felt dizzy and her body was hot, and even her strength to resist was getting weaker and weaker.

She pushed Reg's hand with what little sanity she had left.

"You get out..."

Reg lowered his eyes and looked at Molly's frown. After pausing for two seconds, he actually obeyed and withdrew.

Although the warm and slippery touch fascinated him.

But the next second, he grabbed Molly's hand and brought it to himself.

Reg lowered his head, his green eyes emitting a faint light.

Unlike the previous violent storm, this time it was gentle and soft, licking her lips and coaxing her.

"Little Molly, stay with me."

"I will build you an extremely wide pool, filled with fresh, clear water and covered with large, round pearls."

"I will catch the most delicious sea fish for you every day. You don't need to worry about anything. You can live comfortably by my side for the rest of your life..."

Reg had already made up his mind. He would write a letter to his butler and ask him to immediately find someone to build a secret garden to hide his most precious and priceless treasure in it.

Even if he died, he would take her into his coffin and they would never be separated for the rest of their lives.

...

After the absurdity, Molly was carried to bed by Reg and her body was wrapped in a soft goose down blanket.

After changing out of his wet clothes, Reg called for someone to come up and change the water.

As soon as Mark came up, he saw the messy floor, large areas of sea water and wet dirty clothes.

Thinking of his and his crew's beds below, speechless Mark cursed the captain in his heart.

Just know how to enslave them.

I don’t know what the captain does up there every day, and why he always makes the floor a mess.

After everyone left, Reg leaned against Molly again and kissed her cheeks and the corners of her mouth.

Molly couldn't stand it anymore and slapped Reg in the face.

She didn't hold back her strength, and Reg's face was knocked sideways, with a visible red streak appearing on his dark skin.

Reg's tongue slid across his cheek and he sneered, "Are you calming down?"

He grabbed Molly's hand, his face fierce: "If I had known I would be beaten by you, I should have gotten in!"

"brazen!"

Reg nodded: "You're right."

"...You bastard."

"Good scolding."

"You big bitch, hooligan, pervert, and shameless!"

"continue."

"......"

Molly didn't want to pay any attention to him.

Reg was still unsatisfied: "Why don't you curse anymore?"

"You have quite a few curse words."

A sharp-tongued little mermaid.

Reg was about to kiss her again, but Molly turned her head away: "Don't poke me with your beard!"

Reg paused and touched his chin.

He hadn't shaved for two days, so he did have some stubble, but his fingers were covered in thick calluses and he couldn't feel any.

However, the little mermaid has delicate skin, and it will definitely make him uncomfortable.

Reg had no choice but to stand up and let her go for the time being.

He walked to the long table, took out shaving tools from the drawer and began to clean his face.

In his palace, the prince had special people to shave his beard and cut his hair.

However, there is no need to pay attention to etiquette when sailing, so Reg only trims his beard when the weather is good or he is in a good mood.

Molly watched as Reg took out shaving cream and applied it to his face. Then he took out a small round brush and mixed it with water to create foam. Then he used a razor to shave one side of his face along with the foam.

While cleaning the foamy blade, Reg glanced at Molly. Seeing the little mermaid staring at him without blinking, he curled the corners of his lips, walked over and handed the razor to Molly.

"Want to try it?"

Molly said calmly: "I don't want to, just take me back."

"No, you want to."

Reg stuffed the razor into Molly's hand without saying a word, then grabbed her wrist, put the razor against his jaw, and shaved off the foam bit by bit.

Molly squinted her eyes, and looking closely at the depths of her pupils, she seemed to see a sharp vertical line like an animal.

"Aren't you afraid that I might cut your throat?"

Hearing this, Reg let out a muffled chuckle from his chest: "Really? Then you can try."

...

After being forced to hold his hand and help him shave like a puppet, Molly acted as if she didn't want to talk to him again.

Reg was already used to Molly's indifference when she ignored him. After finishing the loosening work, he sat down at the long table and started writing a letter.

Then he walked out of the room and blew a long whistle, and then Odin came and landed on the railing.

Reg stuffed the letter into the letter bucket at Odin's feet, then fed Odin a few pieces of fish left over by Molly and let Odin set off.

He had to ask the housekeeper to build the big pond quickly so that Molly wouldn't have to wait too long.

He would give Molly the best and most high-quality living environment in the world, which would definitely not be worse than living in the ocean.

Because of this incident, Reg was in a very good mood, so good that even Mark noticed it and would glance at him from time to time.

"Look again, and I'll dig out your eyes."

When Reg noticed that Mark was looking at him for the seventh time, he glanced at Mark with a half-smile on his face.

Mark immediately came forward flatteringly and smiled: "Sir, is the wound on your arm better? Do you need to rebandage it?"

Reg glanced at his casually wrapped arm and said, "No need."

After inspecting the cabin, Reg returned to the bedroom.

Molly was lazily leaning against the water tank basking in the sun, and she strongly requested Reg to open the bedroom door.

The bright sunshine gave Molly a golden edge, and her already golden hair now emitted a golden holy light.

The originally cold and pale face also had a hint of warmth.

Suddenly a shadow fell in front of her. Molly opened her eyes and saw Reg's green eyes against the light.

The next second Molly frowned: "...You are blocking my light."

Reg was a little dissatisfied, and at this moment he even envied the sun.

He just happened to be standing here.

Molly: “…”

Annoying guy.

Reg handed the bandage on his hand to Molly, then lifted up his loose shirt sleeves, revealing his strong arms and the wound.

"Bandage me up."

Molly turned her head away, not bothering to pay attention to him.

"hurry up."

Molly was indifferent: "I won't!"

Reg: "No? Fine, then I won't cover it. Let's do it again."

After saying that, he was about to pull Molly out of the water.

Molly: “…?”

be sick.

Neuropathy.

"Are you cursing me in your heart?" Reg glared at her.

Molly took the bandage and roughly tore off the bandage that was originally tied on Reg's arm. Then she sprinkled some powder on it randomly, wrapped it around a few times, regardless of whether Reg felt any pain or not, and finally tied it into a bow.

Reg: "Tsk, it's ugly, the technique is really poor."

Molly: “…” Why didn’t I shoot you to death?

Molly didn't want to pay any attention to him anymore. He could go wherever he wanted.

Molly moved aside a little, letting the little sunlight that remained shine on her.

Reg reached out and closed the door behind him.

Molly: “…”

Molly deadpanned, "Want to have a fight, huh?"

So Reg opened the door again.

Why is this guy becoming more and more mean?