My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Although he hadn't lived in this house for too long, Ma Long had a familiar feeling when he saw everything in the house; he glanced around the living room, and then walked to the stairs leading to the second floor.

The old wooden ladder still creaked, and Ma Long went to the second floor in three steps and two steps, and then pushed open the door of his own bedroom.

Altea was sitting on Malone's bed, her back facing the direction of the door; the sound of the door pushing open was particularly obvious in the silent room, and Altea's slightly trembling shoulders stopped for a while, obviously she knew someone had come in.

But Altea did not turn her head back-even standing at the door, Malone could hear the girl's suppressed sob.

Malone glanced at the facilities in the room-without touching it personally, he also saw that this room was being cleaned all the time-maybe Vera, maybe Altea, or the two of them together, maybe the sensible Maria Will also help...

Thinking of these names, Ma Long felt warmth in his heart-he would not allow these people to be harmed, even for himself.

"Altea, here I am."

Ma Long walked to the bed, he took off his armor and put it on the ground, revealing a sturdy figure wearing only a shirt, and then gently sat beside Altea.

"I heard!"

Altea replied in a low voice, her tone quite resentful.

"Well, what then? Don't you turn around and look at me?"

Malone joked with a smile-it was the first time that he heard that lively Altea speak in such a tone, even though he knew it was all for his own reasons, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

"Look at what you are doing? You...you go find your Miss Tiffany!"

Altea finally turned her head, her face was stained with tears, and she was crying like a small tabby cat-facing Ma Long's teasing, the girl said angrily.

"I won't go to Tiffany. Altea is enough."

Ma Long reached out and wiped Altea's cheek, wiped the teardrops from her cheeks, and said affectionately.

"really?"

Altea was indeed taken the bait, she stared at Malone's face and asked dimly with tears.

"Of course! Altea, you don't know, this time in the Westfall, we met the orcs' army head-on, and we fought a fierce battle. Many people died... There were militiamen in the town of Night, and Xiquan guards. The army, and the soldiers in the Western Wilderness... That battle lasted for several hours. On the battlefield, besides the enemies, what I miss most is you..."

Ma Long grabbed a small hand of Altea, placed it in his palm, squeezed it gently, and then looked into her eyes and said.

"What? Malone, you fought the orcs? Then... Then you weren't injured, right?"

Altea became nervous when she heard the news, and she forgot to be angry with Malone. She searched for Malone anxiously, trying to make sure that her lover was unscathed.

"Well, I was not injured, but Paul was scratched in his leg by the orc's axe."

Malone explained quickly.

"Huh... Then I'm relieved... Didn't I tell you when you left? When you are on the battlefield, concentrate on fighting, don't think...think about messy things!"

Altea breathed a sigh of relief, then beat Malone's chest with her small fist, blushing, and said angrily.

"Think about how you can call a'messy' thing?"

Ma Long said numbly.

"Don't say such... such a shameful thing! Then I ask you...that Tiffany...Miss Tiffany, what is going on?"

Altea was almost confused by Malone's love words, but at the critical moment, she recovered, biting her lip and questioning Malone.

"Um... Tiffany's words... her situation is more complicated, that... she is indeed my fiancée, a marriage made by my uncle and her father, Earl Langton, but..."

Malone knew that this level could not be circumvented, he could only use the as gentle a tone as possible to describe his troublesome relationship with Tiffany.

"She is really your fiancee! You... Ma Long, you are too much! Obviously there are fiancees, why... why are you still with me... ooh..."

Altea heard what she didn’t want to hear from Malone’s mouth, and she panicked. She desperately tried to pull her hand out of Malone’s palm, and at the same time covered her mouth with her other hand. , Tears stayed down.

"Althea, listen to me, listen to me... Although Tiffany is my uncle’s fiancée, but that’s all, understand? I don’t have any feelings with her. I like you. , Altea!"

In order to avoid hurting Altea who was struggling wildly, Malone let go of her hand, then gently held her shoulder, and said loudly.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Altea raised her head, looked at Malone in a daze, and asked in confusion.

"That's what I mean... Although Tiffany is my fiancee, I have no plans to marry her! I won't get married with her, understand?"

Malone said to Altea seriously.

"Yes... is it because of the war now?"

Altea felt her head was messed up, she said dazedly.

"No, it's because of you, Altea, I will only marry you."

Ma Long said firmly.

"Get... get married? With me? But... But what about Miss Tiffany?"

Malone's words made Altea feel relieved, but she soon became worried again.

"I haven't figured it out yet... The temporary idea is that when we retake Stormwind City, after my uncle and Tiffany's father return from the north, I will explain the whole thing to them and ask them to cancel this door. Married."

Malone shook his head in distress, then said.

"Then...what's going on? Marshal Lothar...will be very angry?"

Altea asked worriedly.

"Maybe, maybe not...My uncle loves me very much. If he knows that I chose you instead of Altea as his niece, he will understand us."

Ma Long confided in his words-he certainly didn't know what Anduin? Lothar would think of this, but that would happen only a few years later. It was important to appease Altea first.(To be continued.)

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"But...but..."

Altea looked at Ma Long timidly-she had never seen the Marshal Anduin Lothar, but instinctively felt that the other party must be a very strict and decent soldier; she thought that Ma Long would resist for his own reasons. The decision of Marshal Anduin Lothar made Altea felt very sad.

"Don't worry about this, Altea, it will definitely be a long time later; I just want you to know that all this is different from what you thought before, and I have no idea of ​​abandoning or betraying you..."

Ma Long gently took Altea's hand, then took her into his arms, then comforted her.

"Oh... not right!"

Altea leaned on Malone’s chest obediently, listening to her lover’s powerful heartbeat, feeling the long-lost embrace, she was already a little drunk, and suddenly thought of something, she sat up straight and watched in anger. Leaving Malone, complained loudly.

"Huh? What? What's wrong?"