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Dolores let out a long sigh.

She thinks it might be the effect of alcohol, her mind is in a strange state now, a feeling of being hazy and confused but also so excited that she doesn't feel sleepy at all.

She sat up from the bed and looked out the window where the snow was falling heavily.

The Christmas snow had no intention of stopping at all, the balcony was covered with snow, if she woke up tomorrow morning and opened the window of the balcony, she might be drowned in the snowdrifts.

So she let out another long sigh.

This should have been a pretty good Christmas.

First of all, this is the first Christmas she spent with everyone in the Avengers, and today she also received gifts from everyone.Of course, things about migratory birds have also made great progress, not to mention how exciting the new base is, and she will meet the heroes of the Justice League as colleagues, comrades-in-arms, etc.-oh, Her favorite Wonder Woman!

But at the same time, Uncle Mars turned to her enemy without hesitation on Christmas Eve, Ruby left, and her plan to confess her love in Morse code seemed to have stalled.

What's wrong with me! ?Why use Morse code? !

Dolores waved her fist in the air angrily, and whispered through gritted teeth: "It's so old-fashioned! And everyone in this house can decode it!"

There are also teaching videos of Morse code on the Internet, so maybe Peter took this string of codes to the street and asked a few more people, and someone could solve it for him, and then patted him on the shoulder in surprise and said, "Hey brother, there is a The girl likes you and compares you to the Snitch! Who is Dolores Green?"

And, Harry Potter?Golden Snitch?

I may be a schoolboy who has lost his mind.

Dolores thought desperately, totally—fucked up—

Well, the good parts of this Christmas are really good, and the bad parts are too bad.

She was about to fall back on the bed like a lifeless doll, when two thuds came from the window suddenly, and Dolores immediately looked out the window.

It's Peter, still in his Christmas sweater, standing on the balcony with his feet up to his ankles in the snow, and Dolores sees the wind ruffling his hair, and there might be some snowflakes on it.

But he and Dolores looked at each other, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but draw a very exciting arc.

Dolores was quite sure that her heartbeat obviously stopped for a long time at this moment, and then it started beating wildly in her chest at a terrifying frequency as if it would stop in the next moment.

She blinked her eyelashes twice, then got up and walked to the window, and opened the glass that separated them.

Peter's arms rushed towards her together with the winter night's wind and snow, Dolores took a deep breath, felt that her hands and feet were numb, and at the same time felt that Peter's heartbeat was transmitted to her without any concealment.

The good news is that their hearts beat at about the same rate, like two magnets being attracted to each other.

The bad news is that she feels like she's crying a little bit now.

"Well, I'm glad to know."

Peter's nervous trembling voice rang in her ears, and then their stiff arms relaxed a little bit, and Dolores saw his moist brown eyes staring at her unblinkingly, as if countless stars were shining. .

His arms wrapped around her waist, and he flew with her into the snowy night.

"I have something to show you too."

He held her hand tightly and led her to run in the snow.

God, I don't feel cold at all.

Dolores even wondered if she had a problem with her body function because of her rapid heartbeat.

In fact, she felt that the blood all over her body was rushing to her brain, and it was like heated hot cocoa, hot and sweet. This terrible metaphor was unexpectedly suitable. Dolores felt that every pore of her body was now All exude a sweet chocolate smell.

All her attention was now on Peter holding her hand.

The fingers are intertwined, and each other's fingers are tightly fitted together, which is very warm.

They stopped in a clearing near the woods and a little far from the manor.

Peter lowered his eyelashes, and Dolores saw another snowflake falling on it. He exhaled hot air, took a deep breath, and looked at her.

The corners of Dolores' mouth couldn't help but want to go up, so she let herself show a big smile to Peter.

The faint reflection of the snow lit up their faces a little. Peter stared at her deeply and said with a smile, "I have been preparing for a long time."

He felt a surge in his heart, as if a small volcano was about to erupt.

He breathed out nervously: "I have been hesitating all day today."

"I want to say it today because I have been hiding it for a long time. When I don't know, I can't take my eyes off you. I have always cared about your every move, every moment with you, is The happiest, happiest moment of my entire day."

Peter's breathing was a little short, his cheeks turned red little by little, as if every confession made him feel very shy, he would subconsciously pinch Dolores' hand.

"I thought of this as a friendship at first because you're a likable enough friend, but then I learned it was more than that."

Dolores saw that he closed his eyes forcefully as if forbearance, but then he raised his eyes and looked at her. His voice was obviously trembling, and he said every word: "I like you, not just friends. The kind of love between them."

"Will you be my girlfriend, Dolly?"

His soft voice fell like a feather in Dolores' ears, and the next moment, the surrounding wind suddenly disappeared.

She opened her eyes wide, because the snowflakes swirling around her suddenly froze in the air, and then they gave off a shimmer like fireflies, like thousands of small stars surrounding her, defying gravity. Flying towards the sky, like countless meteors flying to the sky.

They condensed into a galaxy above their heads, pouring toward them in mid-air like a huge waterfall, and the colorful aurora fell in Dolores' eyes, like a magical creature waving its wings, roaring and rushing. They flew diagonally past.

A unicorn with sharp horns appeared on the top of the gorgeous waterfall of stars, shining with wonderful light all over. It ran down by stepping on the stars flowing down from the sky, surrounded Dolores, and made a soft cry. , and then ran away.

It's downright dreamy.

Dolores's eyes were full of stars and the sky was full of rays of light. At this moment, Peter reached out and hugged her.

"No matter what happens, I hope I can always be by your side, I swear."

Peter said solemnly.

Dolores hugged him tightly, closed her eyes, and smiled: "For the sake of the unicorn, I want to say—yes!"

The two of them hugged and watched the gorgeous and dreamy stars and aurora created by Peter for a while, and then secretly ran back to the manor house holding hands.

All the lights on the first floor were extinguished, only a warm flame was still burning in the fireplace.

And then this light, the after-party mess still lays out.

It will probably be early in the morning that the robots will start to clean up these.

The freshly baked couple sneaked into the room and closed the door carefully.

"Your hands are cold, do you want to go to the fireplace and warm them?"

Peter held Dolores' hand in his palm and rubbed it tightly, trying to warm his girlfriend's hand.

Oh my god, that's right, girlfriend.

The corners of Peter's mouth gradually grinned to the ears.

After the affectionate confession to each other, the sweetness and joy of wanting to explode immediately swelled up, as if falling into a swimming pool full of cotton candy and mm beans, syrup and honey can drown people in sweet happiness.

"No, Van Gogh is there, don't wake him up."

Dolores said, pursing her lips and smiling sweetly, she opened her arms and wrapped her arms around his waist, clinging to him like a pair of conjoined twins, she put her chin on his neck, shaking back and forth Said: "With the heating, I am much better... How about you?"

Peter stared at her with sweet eyes, and gently rubbed his cheeks against Dolores' temples, without any objection: "Me too, I'm not cold."

Dolores snickered twice.

Peter asked, "What are you laughing at?"

She let go, put her arms around his neck instead, lowered her head and rubbed against his neck: "It's nothing...just, the Christmas present I gave you, did you find it?"

"Found... what?"

Peter deliberately teased her, and shook his head: "I didn't find anything, it just came from my own sudden courage."

"Liar!"

Dolores snorted and whispered softly: "You're smiling—"

She raised her head from his neck, looked at the obvious curvature of his mouth, and giggled: "I was always worried that you wouldn't find out."

The corner of Peter's mouth curled up: "Hmm, but you gave a lot of hints. Golden Snitch? Quite a specific metaphor. After all, I am indeed a 'gold product' and 'round', and I can fly around with flapping wings. "

"So you lose a game - I score first!"

Dolores laughed straight, very proud: "You are behind me."

"I totally agree, but does this start? What kind of game is this? "Peter Parker and His Girlfriend Compete to Show Love to Each Other"?"

"Stop imitating Harry Potter! It's not like—"

"Well, you did win. I'm absolutely inferior to your tricks. To be honest, my inspiration comes from "Youth Pi". It's too gorgeous and exaggerated. The unicorn is definitely not impressive enough, let alone the star waterfall and aurora. Ugh , although the carpentry decoration is small, the moment I saw the password...ah, that feeling is absolutely indescribable—"

"So the idea of ​​the Snitch is perfect, better than Star Falls and Aurora and Unicorns put together?"

"absolute!"

Peter said sincerely.

Dolores immediately buried herself in his arms and burst out laughing, shaking her whole body.

"I defeated you with just one sentence~"

"Shh...keep your voice down."

Peter whispered in her ear.

He looked at the clock in the living room: "Well, in five minutes, Christmas will be over."

"This is the best Christmas of my life, really."

Dolores raised her eyes and stared at him quietly. The warm light reflected by the flames and the shadow of Peter danced in her clear emerald green eyes.

"It was also the best Christmas of my life."

Peter looked at her with a soft smile on his lips and blinked his eyes lightly.

He took a deep breath, and the smell of Dolores lingered all over him, which made him feel very happy, even if he didn't say anything, he felt enough.

Out of the corner of Dolores' eye, she caught a glimpse of a bouquet of mistletoe hanging on the wall.

There is a red ribbon tied on it, and green plants hang quietly on the wall next to it.

"I think we're all forgetting something."

she said suddenly.

"Is there? What?"

Peter wondered.

The corners of Dolores' mouth slowly curled up, and her arms wrapped around his neck, leading him to move to the left.

Her cheeks suddenly became hot, and there was a faint glimmer of water in her eyes.

"that is....."

She raised her head, and slowly approached under Peter's gradually bewildered eyes.

"Now we have mistletoe on our heads, so..."

Dolores' voice was inaudible, and the distance between them was enough to feel each other's breath.

Peter broke this distance.

He nodded slightly and kissed her lightly.

The lips were surprisingly soft, and they were pressed together hotly. Dolores closed her eyes, only feeling that she was trembling even to breathe.

She also heard Peter's shallow breathing.

They didn't know when they separated, and when she came back to her senses, Dolores only felt that her whole body might be on fire.

But a secret pleasure rushed up that couldn't be concealed, she pressed her lips together, and buried her face in Peter's arms.

Omg! !

The words were all over her head.

Neither of them spoke, this wonderful experience had already given them a huge shock.

Peter laughed silently, then hugged the girl in his arms tightly, lowered his head and kissed her temples and ears.

It was warm and perfect.

Peter seriously felt that he might never forget this Christmas Eve in his life.

The young couple hugged for a long time without saying a word in the darkness, and finally walked up the stairs carefully with their fingers intertwined.

The fire in the fireplace was still burning quietly.

Van Gogh smashed his mouth, turned over without realizing what happened, and then continued to curl up on the carpet and sleep soundly.

Next to the refrigerator in the dining room, Bucky silently holding a bottle of iced milk stood in the shadows silently, and finally lifted his sculpture status.

He still stood where he was, holding his drink tightly, and controlled himself not to widen his eyes too much.

Bucky's eyes drifted to the stairs where the two of them disappeared, and he opened his mouth silently.

holycrap.

He truly regretted his sudden craving for something to drink, so he ran downstairs in the middle of the night on a whim.

Damn cold milk.