[Zhongyingmei] I don't want to save you today

Fortunately, Iris's terrible conjecture did not come true, and Kuaiyin woke up ten hours later.

When he woke up, the room was very quiet, and the sunlight was extraordinarily gentle. It was an ordinary winter afternoon with no wind.

Although most likely it was because the windows were closed.

Kuaiyin moved his fingers slowly - there seemed to be no discomfort on his body, and he was gently wrapped in a familiar and reassuring smell.

The only discomfort is that he can't remember what happened before.

Quicksilver opened his eyes and saw the familiar stars on the ceiling.

Is this at Iris' house?

He froze for a moment, unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, turned his head and saw Iris sleeping on the table.

The alcohol-covered memories gradually flooded back, and Kuaiyin's face burned up bit by bit.

——Flickering neon lights, broken windows on the ground, keys dropped to the ground.

And that lingering and passionate kiss.

Back... what happened next?

Sitting up in doubt, he glanced at the door, and was disappointed to find that the key had probably been put away by Iris.

The TV was on, but there was no sound.Kuaiyin glanced at the mute sign in the upper left corner of the screen, and couldn't help but wonder if Iris turned off the sound because of her, then pursed the corners of his mouth slightly.

It is a movie channel, in the dim light of the screen, the hero and heroine embrace each other and kiss each other affectionately.He frowned in disgust, but when he turned his head back, he couldn't help feeling even more depressed.

Kuaiyin sighed: It's really a pity that I always feel that my memory of this kind of thing is blurred! ! !

Inexplicably feeling disappointed with yesterday's self, he curled his lips and lowered his head to find his slippers.

Iris was still in a deep sleep, and Kuaiyin carefully took the blanket from the sofa beside her, covered her back, and squatted down to watch her silently.

Her dark circles were still heavy, and her face was visibly tired.But what made him a little strange was a look on her face that she had never seen before...a calm expression that could be called?

It seemed that the whole person had settled down, and the hostility and perverseness that kept people thousands of miles away all the time were wiped away by the quiet sleeping face.

Kuaiyin reached out and stroked her hair, not knowing whether to be happy for her or angry with himself first.

Iris's hair was dry and fluffy. He wrapped a strand in his hand, rolled it around his fingers, and finally let it go gently.Then another strand of hair was wrapped around her fingers, and finally put down gently... until most of Iris's wine red scattered on her back was messed up.

Slowly, his clear brown pupils dimmed bit by bit, and his long light-colored eyelashes blocked most of the cold sunlight in the winter afternoon:

How the hell am I... missing something.

Kuaiyin stood up and was hesitating about what to do, but Iris moved, opened her eyes reluctantly, and raised the lids to look at him.

"Have you finally had enough sleep?"

She rubbed her eyes and propped herself up slowly from the table.

Iris raised her head and looked at him steadily, as if thinking of something, her sleepy look became weird.

"Do you remember who I am?"

Kuaiyin was stunned, and unconsciously showed a cute look: "?"

Iris sighed softly: "No way, I really don't remember?"

Quicksilver:? ? ?

Seeing that he still looked confused, Iris waved to him: "Sit down and talk first, I have a bad cervical spine."

Kuaiyin squatted down obediently - at a height where she could be at eye level.

"What's your name?"

Although he didn't understand why Iris suddenly asked such a strange question, he still answered obediently: "Pietro Maximoff."

"It seems that I haven't forgotten it yet." Iris raised her eyebrows and continued to ask, "What's my name?"

"Iris Hope."

"Do you remember the name or something?"

Iris smiled viciously, but realized in her heart that Kuaiyin hadn't forgotten anything.

"Where is the capital of the United States?"

But Kuaiyin's innocent face was too alluring. When she was about to tease him again, Kuaiyin leaned over and kissed her.

!

???

Iris was startled, and opened her mouth to say something, but only met the tongue that he took the opportunity to entangle directly.

Everything happened in just a few seconds, and Iris quickly came back to her senses.

She didn't try to push him away or do anything else, even though she was still wondering how he got better and better after sleeping, Iris took the initiative to go up and hold his face, tossing and turning to deepen the tension. kiss.

Kuaiyin's breathing became heavier and heavier, and Iris could hear the saliva exchange in the quiet air, and could feel Kuaiyin's hand running along her hair bit by bit until she Completely crushed by him on the carpet.

The lower hem was lifted by him, and the hand climbing up the waist stopped abruptly when it touched the button of the underwear. After the first attempt failed, Kuaiyin paused slightly, trying to use violence to break it down. tear apart.

Then...

Then there is no more.

He was reluctantly pushed away by Iris, staring at her with burning eyes, as if continuing without giving him a reasonable explanation.

Iris tried her best to catch her breath, and argued weakly: "Your injury is not healed yet."

Kuaiyin raised his eyebrows, reluctantly accepting this explanation, and regardless of Iris's still in a state of shock, he leaned forward slightly.

Iris:! ! !

what are you doing! ! !

She backed up slightly, and then found with some embarrassment that she seemed too nervous—and there was no way for her to retreat while lying on the ground.

Iris stroked her hair in a concealed manner, and looked at Kuaiyin seriously.

Kuaiyin couldn't help laughing out loud, and didn't make further progress. He said in Iris's angry eyes:

"I'm not drunk now, and I also remember everything that happened since I met you. Do you have anything else to ask?"