The super power special team has come to a crap

Before he reached Alva's side, he passed the stairs first, and uncontrollably, his steps deviated a little.

I just take a look, just take a look, Nat said to himself, he needs facts to prove that Reese's words are all nonsense.

But as soon as his foot stepped on a step, Alva jumped off the sofa and rushed over almost three steps at a time: "Didn't I tell you to come to me, where are you going?!"

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Nat stared back in a daze. Since he knew Alva, it was the first time he saw him run so fast. Alva's leg was firmly inserted between his foot and the steps leading to the second floor, bluntly preventing him from running. He goes upstairs.

He almost panicked and said, "I...I've never been to your second floor...I just...well, I just want to get familiar with the environment."

"There is nothing familiar about the second floor, I never go up." Alva said, he put his arms around Nat's shoulders, and led him to the side: "Hey, my house is so big, I can't go anywhere, why do I have to go upstairs?" ?”

As if a burst of icy water flooded his heart, Nat thought pessimistically: Sure enough, a person like me cannot get all the love from others, and even my parents will not give priority to loving me, so how can I ask others to obey me.

At least Alva will share a part of his life with me, and I have no reason to ask for more.Nat thought.

He leaned obediently against Alva and let him pull him away.

Suddenly, Alva said: "What's wrong with you, why are your hands colder than mine?"

"It's nothing..." Nat realized that his hand was held at some point.

"Tsk, your hands are so cold, you are useless as a heater."

"Yeah." Nat replied.

"Wait, why are you a little weird?" Alva flipped his sunglasses on his head, and moved his head very close—the eyelashes almost pierced Nat's eyes—to observe Nat's face.

"No, I'm very normal—" Before Nat could finish his low words, he was interrupted by Alva's yelling.

"Oh my God, why are the circles around your eyes red! Baby, who bullied you? I'll teach him a lesson!" Alva rubbed his fists for a while, and seeing that Nat didn't respond, he pulled him again: "Don't be afraid, just take care of yourself!" Say, I'm not so useless as to let my people be bullied!"

Nat was silent for a long time, and he became a little optimistic: Can he say, he can say his request, can't he?

"I, I want to go upstairs and have a look..." He stammered, staring straight at Alva's face.

Alva's expression went blank for a moment, and then he immediately shouted: "No! At least not today!"

Ah, sure enough... Nat smiled bitterly: "Okay..."

"No, no, what's your tone!" Alva desperately scratched his hair, wishing he could go around the room five times, struggled for a full 3 minutes, and finally said as if he made up his mind: "Go, I'll take You go upstairs and stop talking in such a tone, I can't stand this!"

"What?" Nat couldn't believe his ears, he had obviously given up.

"I said I'll take you there, I'll take you wherever you want, sentimental baby Natty." Alva sighed.He took his hand and stepped up to the second floor.

Nat had expected to see a gigantic gallery of memorabilia—otherwise why would Alva be so resistant to bringing him up—but instead, he saw a gigantic dumpster.

That's right, compared with the upstairs, the mess downstairs is so trivial that it's not worth mentioning!

"You can visit it if you want, I... I won't stay here anymore! Don't tell me how you feel!" Alva sighed exaggeratedly, turned around and wanted to run downstairs—and almost fell down the stairs.

Nat hurried to support him, while scanning the panorama upstairs as quickly as possible.

Torn paper, photos cut into several pieces by a knife, broken dishes, distorted models, burned books, and sofas with all the stuffing ripped out, all of them are unusable waste. A thin layer of ash fell.Unpleasant dust kicks up when you step inside.

"These are..." Nat murmured.

"Don't ask..." Alva put his head in his hands and refused to look at it at all, but after a few seconds, he said, "I'd better tell you, lest your little thoughts keep thinking about these things and take up your love for me." time."

"You should know that I had a relationship with that psychopath once." Alva looked unhappy, and jumped out word by word, "We used to live here before, and I feel uncomfortable seeing these things. It was broken, and I didn’t want to throw it away, so I had to pile it up here, and I didn’t want to see these nasty things again, so I didn’t go up to the second floor. Only Raul would come up to help me clean up occasionally.”

Alva made a false statement in a few words, but in fact the situation at that time was much worse.

Stabbed in the back by his most trusted lover, his body and future were ruined overnight. He who used to fall asleep was tortured by insomnia and nightmares every night. The extreme physical and psychological discomfort made him a very anxious and A violent person, whenever he can't sleep at night, he wanders in the empty to cold house, he can't help destroying everything about that guy in front of him, and spends the long night through this behavior of venting his anger .

And by rummaging through the previous things, he also found more evidence that the guy had planned to betray him long ago, which made him even more angry, and almost replaced all the furniture and decorations in the house.

As evidence of his failure to manage his emotions, these things are simply black history in capital letters. He himself wishes to forget it forever in the depths of his memory, and let him see it for old acquaintances like Joe and Raul.

But let Nat know?Just kidding, how much this damages his image of being wise and mighty, what if he feels like a coward and doesn't want to be with him anymore!

Alas, Alva sighed, but even so, he didn't want to see Nat unhappy. With such a young and handsome face, he should always be smiling.

"Then why don't you throw them away?" Nat asked, and explained in a panic as soon as the words came out: "Well, I didn't mean to question you, I was just a little curious..."

"Why are you talking to me so carefully?" Alva was annoyed: "Are you afraid of me?"

"Of course, no, not afraid!" Nat couldn't help but stuttered in fear.

Alva snorted, but still said, "If you found a collection of poems you wrote when you were a teenager when you were tidying up your room, would you throw it away?"

I have never written poetry.Nat thought: In fact, I haven’t written many articles. The love letter to you can be regarded as the longest and most emotional among all the words I have written.

"Maybe you will throw it away, but if you find a cabinet full of cynical diaries and argumentative papers that you think are inscrutable, will you still touch them?" Alva said emotionally Excited, I feel like there is a story inside: "I locked them all back anyway, and I will never let me read them again in this life!"

The beginning is still "if", but the end becomes "I".Nat bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

"So it's the same with this pile of things. I just don't want to see them again, so I didn't deal with them. If you really can't bear it, I'll ask the cleaning company to take them away tomorrow." Alva didn't know that he was being laughed at He covered his face with his hands: "If someone else handles it, at least I won't have to look at them again. I'm glad I'm blind now!"

Nat has completely ignored the "spread" of garbage now, and his eyes are focused on Alva - he is sitting on the stairs, his legs are stretched out straight and long, and he has walked a full three steps, with a rare smile on his face. With a little blush, it seems that these things really made him ashamed.

He walked over to him and sat down, leaning his head on his shoulder, and laughed very happily.

Alva couldn't "see" Nat's expression, and could only judge his mood through his movements—the movement of leaning on his shoulders seems to be more commonly used to express sadness—he said nervously: "Are you still wronged? Then I will call now , I remember the business card is downstairs...uh—"

Nat put an arm around his shoulder and swallowed his next words.

Alva was stunned for a few seconds, but he quickly realized that he touched Nat's side face reflexively, licked and bit his soft lips repeatedly, and sent his flexible tongue to a deeper place.

Nat immediately surrendered and leaned back with a flushed face. Alva overwhelmed him and attacked the city more deeply.

Nat felt that he couldn't breathe, but he was obsessed with the intimacy of his lips and teeth. The hand that he wanted to push away was replaced by a hug, and there was no longer any distance between the two.

A chuckle exploded in Nat's ear, and he realized that he had reacted in a trance. Such a short distance was impossible to hide from others. There was a rumble in his head, and he lost the ability to think.

He drank some wine during the last intimate contact, and he was able to "behave" with alcohol, but now he is completely sober, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

Alva whispered in his ear: "Baby Natty, let's go to bed."

As if he had found the backbone, Nat stood up quickly, saw Alva who was still sitting on the ground, and before he could get up by himself, he stretched out his hands decisively, picked him up horizontally, and almost ran away to the bedroom.

"Calm down, calm down." Alva smiled, but his voice became low: "That being said, I'm not very calm now..."

The final chapter

Alva had a month off, but Nat didn't, so he still had to go to work.

With such a big incident, the public's panic and rejection of superpowers has reached the extreme, and some even extreme