My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Maria sat beside Malone, complaining with a wrinkled face.

"Yes...Is it? Ahem... Maria, will you go out for a while?"

Malone knew that Vera must have noticed his strange gaze to escape, but he could not explain to Maria; and now the most important thing is to quickly put on new clothes, so Malone intends to take the little girl Branch off.

"Oh……"

Maria nodded sensibly, then jumped off the ground, trotting barefoot "dongdongdong" and left Ma Long's bedroom, and closed the door for him-she seemed to know what Ma Long wanted to do.

Only then did Malone realize that Maria was not wearing shoes, and he hesitated, but he still did not call Maria to come back, but reached out to the suit Vera brought.

Rather than let Maria put on shoes, it's better to change clothes as soon as possible and let her come back to bed... I hope that the clothes Vera brought have underwear/pants in it...

——Malone thought this way, shaking away the neatly folded clothes.

...

Maria stood at the door of Malone’s bedroom, staring blankly at the closed door—the little girl didn’t seem to realize that she was not wearing shoes. She only hoped that Sir Lothar could change his clothes quickly, and then tell herself. The story of "The Ugly Duckling".

Maria's expectation did not fail. Soon, the closed door was pulled open, and Ma Long, who was already neatly dressed, picked her up and lifted the little girl high.

In Maria’s happy laugh, Malone took her back to his bed and sat down, planning to start telling the story.

"Sir Lothar, can I not call you Sir Lothar?"

Before Malone could speak, Maria suddenly asked.

"Of course! But what do you want to call me?"

Ma Long asked in surprise.

"I don't know... but I don't want to call you Sir Lothar. Every time I say'Jazz', I almost bit my tongue!"

Maria grumbled with her cheeks.

It turns out that in Common Language, the word "jazz" is relatively complicated, and it is undoubtedly a rare word for Maria, who is still a young age; coupled with some sophisticated pronunciation, Maria will always bite herself accidentally Tongue.

"That's it... Then you call me Uncle Ma Long... Well, it seems a bit old... You can call me Brother Ma Long."

Ma Long was stunned for a moment, and then squeezed Maria's face uncontrollably and said to her.

"Ma Long...is your name? Then can't I just call you Ma Long?"

Maria felt that adding the suffix was still a bit troublesome, so she played a trick.(To be continued.)

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"That's fine too!"

Ma Long nodded, but he felt a little regretful-for him, listening to a cute little girl like Maria yelling "Brother", it would satisfy a kind of "Luo/Li/Control". Psychology-of course, Malone does not admit this.

"Then... Malone, what happened to the Ugly Duckling?"

Maria nodded in satisfaction-this time, she finally didn't have to worry about biting her tongue.

"The Ugly Duckling..."

Ma Long leaned back on the mattress with his hands in his hands, watching the sunlight projected from behind the thin window paper into the bedroom, continuing to tell the story that did not end last night.

...

When Malone walked down the stairs holding the well-dressed Maria, a white shadow leaped to him like lightning, causing Maria to exclaim, and then tightly hugged Malone's neck. .

"Okay, okay, don't be afraid, it's Rubes."

While comforting the frightened Maria, Malone used the toes of his boots to gently touch Rubes' lower abdomen-didn't this guy said last night not to scare people?

"Rubos!"

Maria suddenly forgot the culprit who had scared herself just now, struggling to get off Malone and play with Rubes.

Ma Long couldn’t help the little girl, so he had to put her on Rubes’ back; as a result, by a coincidence, Maria grabbed the hair on Rubes’ neck and rode on like a horse. On Rubes' body.

Rubes felt the hair on his back tighten, so he shook his head, but could not get rid of Maria; it seemed that he felt that the little girl was innocent, and Rubes didn’t care, so he just carried it. Maria slowly circled around Malone.

Obviously, this kind of experience is very new to Maria. She clamped her legs and sat firmly on Rubes’ back. She was excited and yelled from time to time, as if imitating riding a horse. .

"Ma Long?"

At this moment, a figure rushed into the house recklessly, then stopped abruptly, exclaiming.

"Altea? Why are you here?"

Malone asked the black-haired girl in surprise while supporting Maria to prevent her from falling off Rubes' back.

Altea didn't wear that leather armor-obviously for a young girl, her natural cleanliness would make her change into new clothes without hesitation.

Light gray gown, brown linen trousers, Altea's clothes don't seem to be women's style, but when worn on her, there is a feeling of heroism.

What's more, even in men's clothing, it is difficult to conceal Altea's concave/convex/have/toward figure. Compared with skirts, trousers can highlight her slender legs.

"I……"

Altea blushed-she ran outside Vera's house not long after waking up, but she never knocked on the door; after Vera came out, she also hid from Vera.

When Vera left and went to the "kitchen" where the refugees prepared breakfast, Altea walked out of the shadow of the eaves, trying to sneak into the room, but was hitting Marlon and Maria.

"Sister Altea, morning! Are you here to ask us to have breakfast?"

Maria greeted Altea politely while riding Rubes.

"Ah, yes, breakfast, I'm here to ask you to have breakfast."

Altea said quickly.

"Oh, OK."

Malone nodded, but did not move under his feet, but stared at Altea.

"You...what are you looking at?"

Altea was flushed when Malone looked at it like this, her hands were twisted in front of her belly, and she said with her head down.

"It's nothing... It's just that Altea you don't wear that leather armor anymore... In fact, you should have changed your clothes a long time ago, how good it is now!"

Malone said sincerely-long before he came to the night town, he felt that Altea was not suitable for wearing that leather armor.

How should I put it, although the leather armor covers almost all the positions including the arms and calves, it seems to be more...exposed/exposed because of the tightness.