Flash Marriage Makes A Perfect Match

Marco left Sky City to go on a mission a little over half a month ago, but he is a little tanned.

At this point, his face was again grim and unpredictable, and Carmencita looked a little displeased.

It was a bit scary, but after being scared for so long, the joy of finally seeing him was so great that it was about to overflow again.

Carmencita bows her head and takes Marco’s coat.

Marco looked down and could only see the top of her head, his gaze wavered a little after catching a glimpse of her small white hands tugging at the corner of his shirt, and then he reached up again to pull her hands away.

But Carmencita pulled too hard and he did not pull his hand away.

She pursed her lips and said angrily, “Carmencita, stand still! Stand still.

When Marco is particularly angry, he is told to stand at attention.

He hastily withdrew his hand and stood up.

When Marco saw her standing obediently, he reached out and picked her up, escorted her into the hallway and set her down on the sofa.

He crossed his arms over his hips and glared angrily at Carmencita, “I don’t care how you got here, I’ll see to it that you’re returned to Sky City right now. ”

Carmencita bowed her head and did not speak.

Marco narrowed his eyes slightly, he knew that Carmencita was resisting his decision with silence.

“Do you think I’m going to inform Uncle Ortis to send for you now?”

The threat worked immediately, Marco was grumpy but Kemen was more stubborn and picked up Carmencita again and made sure to keep a firm eye on her.

Carmencita was so aggrieved that tears welled up in her eyes. She lowered her head, repressing the urge to cry, and whispered: “I came here because I was worried about you … I didn’t walk away, I was obedient….. …”

I knew Barreda was here on business, and I was afraid of causing him trouble and had been obedient the whole time he had been in T-town.

Apart from the fact that he had seemed a little irrational in following her quietly in the first place, he felt he had done nothing wrong.

And Marco scolded her when they met, and she felt really aggrieved.

He always seemed to play a stern role in front of her, tolerating her, teaching her and indulging her, only he never put himself in her place.

Like a father who loves his child dearly, he wants to teach Carmencita everything he has learned in his life, fearing that she will make a mistake, but he is not quite ready to let her go out into the world on her own, fearing that she will fall and grow up.

Their intentions were good, but unenlightened.

This time, however, it was serious and he was really worried that something might happen to Carmencita.

The only reason I knew Barreda was in T-town was because of what happened yesterday.

But I didn’t expect Carmencita to be there.

She was about to say something else, but her eyes flickered and she saw the drops of water on Carmencita’s hands.

She lowered her head, her loose hair covering her face, and sat with her back erect, her twin. Legs together, hands twisted in her lap looking helpless, a steady accumulation of water droplets on her hands.

He paused, sighed, reached over and took her in his arms.

As soon as Carmencita was in his arms, she sobbed, her sobs were stifled, only intermittent sobs, her little head in the crook of his shoulder, her whole body seemed thin, but she gave off a warm, soft, fragrant scent.

Marco heard her suppressed cries and his heart skipped a beat. He drew her into his arms and clasped them, one large hand stroking her back naturally, patting her lightly, one after the other, reassuringly.

Carmencita couldn’t stop crying, clutching the corner of her coat, her shoulders shrugged, looking dejected.

It was not a good idea for her to keep crying, so Marco spoke up and said: “Stop crying, I’m not going to scold you.

Carmencita can’t help but laugh at this. It’s not comforting at all, so it’s no wonder he hasn’t had another girlfriend in years.

She sniffled and left Marco’s embrace, wiping her eyes haphazardly, her nasal voice full of disgust: “You stink.

Marco’s face darkened: “Carmencita!”

Her tone was a little fierce, but her hands moved gently to fix her hair that she had just messed up, her nose and eyes were red, she was a little wretch.

I had scolded her before, but I had never seen her cry so hard, and this was the first time.

“It doesn’t stink, it smells good.” Carmencita was quick to oblige, reaching out to embrace him.

Marco couldn’t resist tugging on his collar and sniffing it, as if … smelled a little…

He nudged Carmencita: “OK, let her go, I’m going to take a shower”.

Carmencita lingered and couldn’t let go, and finally, when he wasn’t looking, she stood on tiptoe and lifted her head to kiss him as he walked away.

It moved so fast that Marco didn’t even react.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Go to Ergo’s room and wash up, you can put on his clothes immediately afterwards, I’ll go and call him.” He said as he ran to his room.

As soon as she entered, she locked the door, fearing that Marco would come after her.

He leaned against the door panel, his mind blank, his heart almost in his throat, his whole body confused.

He kissed Marco!

She really kissed him!

In reaction, she was so anxious that she paced around the room.

What to do? Would her brother never speak to her again? Would he be especially angry? He would be angry, wouldn’t he? Would he hate her?

She bit her nails and the more she thought about it, the more she recoiled and regretted it, but she was too scared to go out to see Marco now, so she decided to call Barreda first, so she wouldn’t have to be alone with Marco, he wouldn’t have a chance to be angry with her, and even if he hated her, he wouldn’t have a chance to say it.

…

In the living room, Marco stiffened for a moment, touched his lips and sat down on the sofa with a sullen face.

Angry? No.

Unpleasant? Neither.

His heart was surprisingly a little excited, his mind automatically remembering the last time he had accidentally stumbled upon her changing clothes, his body more honest than his heart, putting the word excited more directly.

I was so upset that I wanted to light a cigarette.

It was Carmencita, the girl he had watched grow up, much younger than him, still a child, how could he think like that.

She stiffened the ripples of her heart at the light kiss and got up to go to Barreda’s room to shower.

When he entered the bathroom, he looked for the hot water, the one on the left was hot and the one on the right was cold, he did not hesitate to turn to the right.

He was a little glad that he was lucky enough to be in good shape.

…

Barreda hurried back and, as soon as he walked through the door, he saw Marco dressed and looking for food in the fridge.

Although he had guessed that Marco was well, he could not hide his joy at seeing him alive and well in front of him.

He walked quickly towards Marco and shouted, “Big brother”.