[Captain America] Don't force me to grab a man with you

On a train from San Francisco to New York.

He scratched the back of his neck a little irritably, and the next moment his arched arms were squeezed by the crowd beside him, he couldn't stand up.

Buying a third-class ticket is a bad decision.

The crowd shoving each other, and the smoky smell from the coolie's armpits mixed in the narrow and crowded carriage, Bucky's eyes darkened by the heat, and then he took a deep breath , holding the ticket in his hand and continuing to move forward.

Finally squeezed into the seat number marked on the ticket.

oh,*.

Even Bucky, who has a good temper, couldn't help cursing secretly in his heart.

It was supposed to be a carriage for four people, but the side marked with his number was completely 'occupied' by a fat man. The fat accumulated on his body was like a piece of pie spread out on a frying pan. Evenly occupying the positions of two people, holding the cigarette handle with one hand, taking a deep breath from the cigarette holder from time to time and slowly exhaling a smoke ring.

Doesn't look like a good 'communication'.

Bucky stroked his hair that was covered with sweat when he was shuttled in the car, and bent slightly to prepare for the person occupying his position to give up his position.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

A cough as small as a cat's whimper interrupted his movements, and Bucky turned his head, looking in the direction of the sound.

A mother and child were sitting on the opposite side of the carriage. The baby in the mother's arms was coughing and coughing because of the smoke from the man's mouth. The mother kept patting the baby's back with red eyes.

Bucky turned around, facing the man sitting on the seat who was smoking a cigarette with a blank expression on his face.

"Sir, could you please put out the cigarette in your hand?"

"You asked me to pinch a cigarette?"

The obese man sitting opposite seemed to have heard something funny. He took a deep breath while pinching the cigarette handle, full of the smell of undecomposed food residue in his mouth mixed with the choking smell of inferior cigarettes, blowing towards his face. .

"I just like smoking like this..."

"gentlemen····"

Bucky straightened the hat on his head, and the shadow covered his mouth and drew a smooth arc.

"Please put out the cigarette."

What came out of his mouth were gentle and polite words, but the movements of his hands were not gentle at all.

Bucky pulled the cigarette butt out of the man's mouth, swung his arm, and threw it to the ground. Chengliang's leather shoes stepped on it hard, and spun it to wipe out the sparks of the cigarette bit by bit.

"very good!"

The man laughed, and punched him directly in the face with his fist full of fat.

Bucky snorted, turning his head away from the oncoming fist.

Slamming the place where the human nasal cavity connects with the lips will subconsciously blank the mind for a few seconds.

So, Bucky clenched his fists, and gave the man a slap on the nose directly, causing the nosebleed to flow instantly. Then, when the man covered his nose and squatted down, he clenched his fists with both hands and hit the man's back of the neck hard.

After the man was hit hard, he fell on his back and fell to the ground, motionless.

"Don't bully the weak at will!"

Bucky snorted and patted the non-existent dust on his shoulders. He turned around and said to the mother who was trembling behind and holding the child in the corner.

"Sorry ma'am, I don't want to…"

The mother screamed as if she had seen a ghost, rushed out of the carriage with the child in her arms like lightning, and disappeared into the crowded crowd in an instant.

Crackling applause came from behind him, and Bucky, who was still a little frustrated, turned his head in surprise.

"What a brave and passionate young man."

The figure did not appear, but the sound of clucking high-heeled heels hitting the wooden floor came first.

Next, around the corner.

White ankles with a yellow halo and red high-heeled shoes slowly appeared in front of his eyes.

The strong chromatic aberration, such as the shadow formed by the slashed bones, the obvious contrast of black, white and red, stung his retina.

The visitor raised his straight black hair that hung loose on his chest, and the hem of the tight-fitting dress fluttered to outline the arc of waves.

"Can I sit here?"

The smell of orange-scented perfume poured into his nostrils, dispelling the unpleasant smell that had been lingering in his nostrils before.

His gaze shifted, spinning around.

At the end of the line of sight is a beautiful woman in black.

"My ticket number is here, but it has been blocked by...he."

The woman patted the back of her hand in annoyance, and pointed to the fat man lying on the ground.

"···sure!"

The gorgeous and full lips painted by lipstick slowly curled up, the girl in black clothes smiled slightly at him, her pointed heels stepped on the fat body on the ground without hesitation, the man on the ground groaned in pain .

"you're a soldier."

The girl pressed her skirt, stepped on the man's body, and slowly sat beside him.

Bucky covered his lips and coughed softly, his tone full of pride.

"Of course, ma'am."

After the woman sat down, it didn't take long for Bucky, who was a little stiff because of the close physical contact with the opposite sex, to gradually relax during the conversation with the woman.

During World War II, very few women received higher education.

Not only did the woman speak elegantly, she folded her legs, sat obliquely facing the opposite seat, and kept her back straight. When talking to him, she also kept a distance neither far nor close.

She must be of Germanic blood, and inlaid on the smooth line of the face is a pair of clear blue gem-like eyes.

A blend of Eastern and Western beauty.

Bucky's gaze inadvertently glanced at a book held by the girl's arm. On the white title page was printed a huge bronzing yellow British style.

"Do you like Margaret Mitchell's too?"

"I thought men wouldn't take the initiative to read this book." The girl smiled and closed the book in her hand.

Bucky shrugged and spread his hands.

"... I can be regarded as a favorite."

The girl was attracted by his words, and her long blue eyes seemed to be rippling with autumn waves, staring at him affectionately.

Bucky, who often lingers in the corners of women's skirts, couldn't help being intoxicated by that gentle look. He straightened his tie unconsciously, and his male voice was like an object ground on sandpaper, calm and low-key.

The smell of hormones permeated the air.

"Complicated and entangled feelings, from a certain point of view, although the delicate feelings are not to my liking, they are not bad."

"That's really a pertinent evaluation." The girl stroked her black hair, "Shakespeare, where's Shakespeare?"

"Put away your gleaming swords, they will rust if they get wet with dew." He slowly said a sentence that he had always been familiar with as his motto, and his light blue eyes radiated a dazzling light.

"Wow, what a sentence full of blood and killing."

The girl covered her mouth in surprise, but the curved smile on the corner of her mouth betrayed her true thoughts. The black eyelashes and raised eye corners, combined with the red lips, looked full of charm.

Bucky felt his calm heart, which had been tempered by countless beauties of various flavors, beat violently again.

"I feel that you are not just a loyal dog lying quietly at the door of 'them', you are a wolf, a wolf that runs and chases its prey, tearing the body of the enemy, tearing the entrails from their body, gobbling Swallow them clean, chew their bone marrow with their sharp teeth, and leave no residue to others..."

Spitting out such a sharp word full of thorns from those soft red lips, it was like a dagger coated with honey, cutting open his brain cavity, and buried his ambitions in the unknown corner of his mind. Pulling it out fiercely, let the manic factor in his blood boil and burn.

Under the unruly appearance, hidden is his love for the United States.

A woman, beautiful though beautiful.

But if you can meet a beautiful woman who is both beautiful and passionate, and understands your inner feelings, it will be commendable.

Steady heartbeat, 'bang bang' began to accelerate.

Bucky smiled and took off the hat on his head, a charming smile gradually appeared on the three-dimensional facial features.

"Not long ago, I was still regretting my decision to buy a third-class ticket. Now I feel that it might be a good choice, allowing me to meet such a beautiful lady..."

The girl was amused by his words, the dimples on her face gradually deepened, and at the same time, two circles of hard and black eyelashes, like butterfly wings, flapped rapidly.

This small movement made Bucky's heart skip a beat.

"I think you must be a qualified lover, sir."

Thinking of the romantic tent from before, Bucky reached out and touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

crab part

Father, I want to repent. "

A woman in black came slowly and knocked on the door of the confessional.

The priest, who was separated by a thin wooden door, habitually clenched the "Bible" in his hand, looked sadly at the woman outside the door, and said slowly.

"My dear child, what are you confessing?"

"Love, waiting, desire, I was so entangled by them that I almost went crazy." A hoarse voice came from outside the door.

The priest smiled and replied gently.

"Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous, love is not boastful, not arrogant, and don't be blinded by desire..."

What he hadn't finished speaking was interrupted in the next second, and the woman's inaudible voice slowly spread to his eardrums, and the suppressed madness in it made him feel shuddering.

"I wandered in the dark night, lonely and endured the life without him, I waited in the morning light, hoping that the waiting would end, more and more lonely, more and more desperate, and finally perish."

"God loved the world, and I love him."

December 1973, 12, ten o'clock in the evening.

In an unremarkable alley in Madrid, the capital of Spain, a half-masked man, the silver metal light in his left hand gleamed coldly under the moonlight.

No one knew that the murderer of today's large-scale assassination case was standing in this inconspicuous alley right now.

He walked forward unhurriedly, the tense muscles that had just completed the task slowly relaxed, and the light blue eyes hidden in the fluffy curly hair looked around with sharp eyes.

Then the upright and strong figure trembled violently, the tingling sensation of a sharp object came from the neck, followed by the feeling of muscle paralysis.

Supporting his almost paralyzed body, he looked back in disbelief at the direction where the anesthesia needle came from.

A slender figure stood at the entrance of the alley, seeming to merge with the light behind her.

Then, the world spun and he fell to the ground.

--clatter

--clatter

--clatter

Again and again, the sound of crisp high-heeled heels hitting the ground slowly approached him from far and near.

Animals with high IQ are keen to hunt and kill their prey. Killer whales like to open a hole in the body of a seal, and chase after it without haste until its blood is drained. Cheetahs will let their scarred prey escape, and then slap them again. Smack it to the ground, and they enjoy the flight and the desperate agony of their prey as it nears death.

The same is true for the owner of the voice. In just a few meters, she walked a lot of steps before she could barely reach his side.

He gathered up his last bit of strength, wanting to kill the person with one blow, but the raised left hand stopped at the next scene that caught his eyes.

White and smooth, her bony ankles were covered in red high-heeled shoes, and she stood in front of him like this every time.

The last bit of strength dissipated along with his hesitation, and he lay on the ground weak all over, and his field of vision was only the area of ​​the woman's ankle.

The heart seemed to go up and down with her feet.

The scene in front of him was familiar, as if he had seen it countless times in his dreams.

"What's your name?"

His face was lifted up, the angle of view was changed, and the complete human figure appeared in front of him. It was a pity that the woman was facing away from the light, and the contours of her face were all hidden in thick black shadows.

The dose of anesthesia was controlled to a terrible level. He could feel the touch on the skin and open his mouth to control the vibration of the vocal cords, but he couldn't move his body.

By some coincidence, he actually answered this question that had nothing to do with the mission.

"I don't have a name, to be precise I only have a number, number 11."

"11?"

When his fingers touched his body, he suddenly understood the reason why he, who was always on guard, didn't find her.

Even though his memory was blank, his body was telling him the truth.

It is familiar to her.

Like air, like water, common and indispensable.

There was a feeling of being oppressed in the abdomen, and in the interlacing of light and shadow, he only saw a backlit shadow sitting on him, straightening his body, with a sense of aggression that could not be ignored.

"If you don't like it, just close your eyes."

The sound of the cloth slipping off the clothes sounded, and the woman appeared naked in front of him. The protruding white breasts were closed with small bulges, which fit the narrow and tight waist line. The front was dark gray, and the back was Light hazy milky white translucent fair skin.

Half black half white.

"Bucky..."

He was awakened by this gentle and lingering tone, his eyes were confused and he didn't know where to turn, but the woman pressed his head tightly without any doubt, her waist was tightly twisted by her thighs, and the blood slowly poured into his nose It was all the smell of oranges on the woman's body, which made his body weak and his heart restless.

This woman wanted, couldn't wait to be one with him.

The clothes on his body were peeled off one by one, and the heat spread along the traces of his fingers. He had never felt like this, so felt a person's desire for him. Desire defeated doubts. On him, the woman sticking out her tongue and licking his body.

"Um···"

Short and irresistible syllables emerged from his mouth, the tip of the woman's wandering tongue just paused for a moment, and then the slight sharpness of the tip of the teeth followed, swirling around his sensitive Adam's apple.

This never-before-seen itching made him extremely uncomfortable. He tried his best to squeeze out the remaining strength to avoid the attack of the cusp of his teeth, and the hands next to his face worked harder to firmly fix his head in the distance. .

"Don't... don't... escape, it's just... just... a sensitive point of your body."

The woman noticed his evasive movement, and then licked his Adam's apple. The intermittent voice was accompanied by the "spitting" sound of saliva rubbing against the skin. The moist and warm air spread on his sensitive neck, making it numb. He shuddered.

Her next move made him gasp unconsciously. The woman's face was pressed against his saliva-drenched chest, her blue eyes stared straight at him like hungry wolves, and she stuck out her tongue. He licked the protruding thing, tightened his lips, and sucked hard with his soft tongue and sharp canine teeth.

An electric current exploded from under her teeth, her paralyzed body broke through the effect of the medicine and trembled, and the violent ups and downs of her chest almost made the woman unable to bite the bulge in her mouth.

"If you hate it, close your eyes."

The woman raised her body and licked the saliva from her mouth, her eyes shifted from the completely exposed upper body to the intact lower body.

The real gluttonous feast is just beginning now.

She raised her index finger and inserted it between the zipper between his trousers and jacket, and her pointed nails cut between the zipper gears on both sides.

The penis in the pants broke free and erected, as if it was in sync with his heartbeat at this moment, beating hotly.

The woman gently touched the standing object in front of her, and followed the beating of her pulse, flicking it up and down.

With almost no sexual experience, he obeyed the lure of desire to release himself under the rhythmic strokes and pressing pressure.

At this critical juncture, the woman pressed her finger on the hole at the tip, and whispered to him who was showing an impatient expression because he couldn't release it.

"It's not the time yet, my dear." The gentle and sweet voice seemed to be endowed with magic power, which gradually made him feel less irritable.

"Yes, yes, that's it."

The woman pushed inward along the inside of his thigh, pinching and pressing gently, and the urge to ejaculate gradually faded with the massage.

"I'm almost ready, too."

The woman raised two fingers together and stretched them to her lower body, a trace of viscous liquid came out from the drawn fingers.

The man lying on the ground breathing calmly did not understand the meaning of her words. He didn't understand the meaning of her words until he felt the feeling of being tightly clamped from his lower body.

The woman supported his chest with one hand, and her other hand was covered by her thigh, making it impossible to see the scene clearly.

As her body was slowly pressed down, the feeling of being squeezed became more distinct, spreading downward bit by bit from the head, it contracted and sucked, and a stream of current flowed from the connecting place.

He felt that his body was no longer his own, and he only wanted to go deeper, deeper, and faster.

As comfortable as he was, Ingrid suffered as much.

His genitals pierced her like a fire stick, every inch of his advance seemed to be squeezing her muscles and tearing the softest part of her body.

Like a sacrifice.

Ingrid dedicates her first time to the person she loves the most, mixed with blood and semen.

The man ejaculated quickly because of the pressure of complete envelopment, and the scalding liquid sprayed on the torn wound and dragged it to the pain deep in the nerves.

"Huh...huh..."

"Huh...huh..."

"Huh...huh..."

"Are you crying?"

He calmed down and looked at the woman who had already burst into tears.

"I know you, right?"

"No, we don't know each other."

She bent her body, and her naked skin wanted to cling to her, intimately connected in the posture of a mother's womb.

"you do not know me."

Ingrid brushed his sweaty hair back, and removed the mask that had remained on during the sex.

Touching his cheek, the familiar smell of orange flooded into the nasal cavity again, and the soft tongue drove straight in without stopping, sweeping the root of his tongue, greedily licking any corner of his mouth.

The heat was tumbling, and the desire buried deep inside the body was awakened again.

Ingrid bends back, props her back at an uncanny angle, heaves up and down.

The wet genitals ran unimpeded under the wrapping of the inner wall, dragging out a mixture of white and red mucus.

He was captured by the pleasure of being tightly wrapped and rubbed, and he couldn't restrain his gasps one after another.

Ingrid's fingers seemed to sink into the flesh.

I don't know if it's pain or pleasure.

The swaying street lamps swayed, reflecting this lewd scene.

The man with confused eyes broke free from the paralysis of the drug, and strangled the woman who was up and down on him.

"who are you?"

Lean and strong arms wrapped around her waist, like an intimate embrace between lovers.

"Ingrid."

The moment the hoarse voice sounded, the second injection of anesthetic was injected into his body.

The man tried his best to resist the numbness, and the waist drove the connected lower body, inserting more and more into her body.

"Hmm... ah..."

Ingrid groaned, the hard object in her body seemed to be making a final resistance, and the hot stream poured into the deep part of her abdomen, impacting her soft inside.

The hard object that fulfilled the mission of life slowly softened, and slid out following her movement of getting up, and the white-red mucus that found the exit couldn't wait to flow down...

"Can we meet again in the future?"

He lay on the ground, resisting the growing drowsiness, opened his eyelids and asked the woman in front of him.

"We will."

Of course, you won't remember me next time.

Ingrid thought, there is nothing more beautiful than a love story.

I can spot you in a crowd.

It was pitch black all around, he was pressed on the bed, and he could only see the silhouette of a woman sitting on top of him, she was grinding his pubic bone with her buttocks without any shame.

Not too heavy, just up and down.

The strange feeling rushed to the brain along his abdominal nerves, hitting the deepest corner of his brain.

The genitals are engorged and hard.

Someone chuckled in the dark, and the cold touch stimulated his face.

"I did it once, but it still looks so green."

His head was blurred by the pleasure of grinding, but he still subconsciously grabbed the woman's fingers touching his face, and retorted panting.

"I...I am not him, I am..."

The voice behind him stopped abruptly, because he couldn't remember who he was even though his head was blank.

The woman gave a 'sigh' laugh, but her fingers slipped into his pants mercilessly, holding his genitals and gently moving them up and down, the sweet sound that seemed to be dripping honey sprayed on his eardrums.

"I know, I know, my dear Mr. Warrior, now obediently relax your body and follow your feelings."

As the woman spoke, she pressed her fingers on his top, and the needle-like pleasure hit him wave after wave.

The wild cat whose fur had been smoothed gave a low 'whimper' and turned over, revealing its soft belly.

The white light outside the window flashed by.

He stared down in bewilderment, watching Ingrid sticking to his lower abdomen through the subtle white light, with the tip of his scarlet tongue protruding from his thin lips. on her forehead, as if she was making a pilgrimage to the gods.

However, her expression was not at all compatible with holiness, her blue eyes stared straight at her, and she showed an ambiguous and sexy smile to express her lust for him without any concealment.

This scene was so erotic that he, who had almost no past memory, unconsciously looked away.

It was as if his chest had been hit by a hammer, and his heart was beating wildly out of control.

He stared at the bed sheet by the side of the bed and did not dare to move. Without the blessing of his sight, his body became extremely sensitive, and the wet feeling from his genitals was so clear, it was much more irritating than rubbing through clothes, from bottom to top The body is slowly soaked by water, and then wrapped from the head down, slowly shrinking, getting tighter and tighter, accompanied by the sound of 'sizzling' sucking water.

The Winter Soldier, invincible on the battlefield, is defeated in a woman's bed.

"I...I want...to touch you..."

He struggled to suppress the urge to thrust his hips, and breathed out the words.

The moment he finished speaking, the unbearable sucking stopped, the violent and unrelenting impulse made his brain growl in protest, the top of the emptiness trembled and longed to be sucked hard again.

"what should I do?"

The woman leaned down and pressed against his bare chest, holding his hand with cold fingers and stretching it downwards, her fingertips slid over the soft buttock muscles and extended to the underside of the buttocks.

At the end of the darkness, following the traction, he touched a soft and moist object.

The object was inconceivably soft, soaked in the liquid package, he didn't even dare to touch it forcefully.

"Press it in!"

The owner of the object gave him such a cruel order.

His body reacted faster than his brain, and the moment the order was issued, he broke through the surrounding barriers without hesitation and stretched in.

"Ok!"

An inaudible breath came out of his ear, waking up the man who was still groping.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"continue···"

A woman's hoarse voice came.

After continuing, Bucky discovered that the object he touched broke through two soft pieces of flesh, and a wet cave was hidden behind it.

A large amount of liquid flowed out of the hole, and it didn't take long for his fingers to be wet and tightly clamped by the fleshy walls on both sides. With the invasion of his fingers, the fleshy walls would slowly squirm and squeeze his cock. finger.

He imitated what Ingrid had done to him before, bent his fingers to push aside the fleshy walls on both sides, and gently dug and rotated to go deep inside.

"Ah...um..."

The fingers pinching his arm gradually loosened, and the warm liquid unknowingly soaked his entire palm, flowing all the way down, and wet a large part of his abdomen.

"Enough...enough, stop...stop."

The woman on top of him struggled to sit up, grabbed his arm, and dragged out her wet fingers.

The woman straightened her body and straightened her body slightly.

In the next second, he felt that the place where he had been neglected for a long time was stuffed into a tighter place.

His brain was buzzing, as if the torrent of pleasure that had been hoarded for a long time had finally found an outlet, like a wild beast catching its prey, roaring, turned over and pressed Ingrid under him, completely squeezed in.

Ingrid was so violently bumped that she couldn't even speak. The random bump squeezed her body away and brought a sour pain. There was no pleasure at all.

It seems that the pace of sex is still out of sync.

Ingrid bent her thighs, firmly clamped the waist that was swinging back and forth, and leaned her upper body against him, stroking his spine with both hands soothingly, comforting the man who had lost control bit by bit.

The fierce impact gradually calmed down, and Bucky, who had calmed down, hugged her back, pressing his head on her shoulder, without saying a word.

Ingrid, who understood his wounded self-esteem, smiled lowly.

"Let's do it again, you follow my instructions?"

"how do you feel?"

The man lowered his body and asked in a hoarse voice.

Ingrid lay down there, with an unnatural flush on her face.

"Right...right..."

"here?"

The man moved his body and took a breath.

"No... no... go a little further in."

Ingrid rubbed her toes against the sheets impatiently.

"here?"

"Just a little bit more."

The voice was already a little soft, and the ending turned up unconsciously. The man who knew that he had almost found the place became more serious and careful.

"is it here?"

"Huh!...Yes..."

Ingrid took a deep breath, turned her head and buried her head in the pillow.

The room next to the waterway, I don’t know who is still swimming in the waterway late at night, the lights hanging on the bow of the ship shine into the room through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating such a small area.

The woman blushed slightly, her mouth grew slightly unconsciously, and her eyes were blurred.

Bewitched by this expression, he bent down and kissed her lips.

At the moment of the climax, the man with a blank head unconsciously pressed Ingrid's fingers, bent his fingers and tapped on her palm.

--'Da da da'

There were three thumping sounds on the flesh.

Ingrid's body trembled violently. In the faint light, the perspective changed, and she and the man met their eyes.

The Winter Soldier stared at her closely, his eyes were clear as if he hadn't done that action just now, his lips parted, silently confiding to him.

—I'm not Bucky.

--I love you.

Ingrid's eyes widened, and she embraced the man's body excitedly.

——You still remember, remember the code word between us.

— Bucky.

"But also a handsome, charming lover."

The girl added a sentence, and smiled as she watched Bucky, who was bowing his head, suddenly become active. His blue eyes swept across his face lightly, like an invisible hand brushing past.

"What's your name, sir?"

"Bucky Barnes." Bucky lowered his head slightly to the girl, "So, what about you, ma'am?"

The girl pursed her red lips, pressed the hem of her clothes, and smiled decently at him.

"Ingrid Firth."

Saying that, the girl stretched out her hand to gently hold his face, and dropped two kisses on both sides of his cheek.

Although it was just a way of expressing meeting etiquette, when the faint fragrance of the girl came, he couldn't help being dazed for a while.

·····

The girl was more knowledgeable than he had imagined. Whether it was literary masterpieces or military-related content, the girl could always talk to him.

Her voice was soft and sweet when she spoke to him, no matter what the subject was.

This made the boring and stinking journey suddenly wonderful. At least two hours of driving passed by in a flash. Even when he arrived at the station, Bucky, who had to leave, complained in a low voice that the train was driving faster than usual Much sooner.

"It's been a very pleasant journey to chat with you." The girl smiled, looked at Bucky who was fully dressed and was holding a suitcase and was about to get out of the car, and handed the book in his hand.

"Such a beautiful journey, it may be a pity that there is no nostalgia..."

After finishing speaking, she winked mischievously at him.

Bucky fumbled around for a long time, trying to find something to exchange from his body, and also keep it as a souvenir for her.

The girl stopped him from moving, her face, which was as delicate as a flower, was lightly pink, and she showed a mischievous smile.

"No need to give me your souvenir, because I have already received it."

An encounter that started on the train ended with him turning away in doubt.

The green leather train gradually went away, but the figure of the girl Miaoman still lingered in his mind. Bucky took a deep breath, and the fresh and odorless air poured into his nostrils. Will see this girl again, but life must go on.

He shook his head, returned to the reality of life, and took out the wallet in the inner pocket of his jacket. However, the second he opened the wallet, he froze in place.

The large bills in the wallet disappeared, leaving only some loose change and the only one hundred dollar bill.

A clean white card was inserted in the middle of the wallet.

【Beauty!Where is your sincerity? 】

The red lips are reflected behind the beautiful handwriting, but the handwriting on the card really reflects his true inner thoughts.

He understood why the girl didn't need his souvenir.

Bucky smiled lowly, pressing his head.

The people passing by stopped and looked at the smiling man standing in the middle of the street strangely.

He smiled and took out the remaining change from his wallet, and carefully put the only large-value dollar and a white card into the book in his hand.

Then he gracefully threw away the empty wallet in his hand.

For him, the life without much money may not be very pleasant. When new troubles come, the shadow of war for a long time disappears without a trace.

He suddenly looked forward to the future.

"after all, tomorrow another day!"