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

Forget what just happened, like everything that came before.Guilt can't be eaten as a meal, and it can't help her clean up the house.

Isn't she the best at forgetting?

Iris left there in a hurry, bought something as planned and went home.She tied up her hair first when she entered the house, put on her gloves and started tidying up the house.

Although she usually lives a little casually, after all, she has lived independently for so long, and she has all the life skills that should be brightened.

For her, tidying up the house is actually a great thing, and it has nothing to do with whether she likes to be tidy or not. She enjoys such a process from "disorderly" to "tidy", as if she has rebuilt a world with her own hands.

Especially when there is music.

Time passed quickly.It was 06:30 in the afternoon when Iris was pulled out of her own world again.She stopped what she was doing, put aside a lipstick she found by chance, and looked towards the door.There is a knock on the door.

Who would knock on her door?

No friends, no relatives, barely a few colleagues—but they would never come here to find her.Who is it?Iris walked slowly towards the door, and a thought came to her mind: "The beautiful woman who lived alone was brutally murdered, and she was only found at home after half a year."

Don't ask her why she added the word "beautiful".

It was so miserable.

The little cabbages in the field are about to be trampled to death.

The knock on the door only rang twice before it stopped, and after a moment of silence, it rang tentatively again.

Iris opened the door and saw a boy who looked like a high school student.

He awkwardly curled up one hand to knock on the door again, the other holding a plate of what looked like cookies.

Iris looked at him, wearing the most common sweater and trousers.The face is young and the figure is tall and straight.He put down that hand and unconsciously prepared to push the lens, but it was in vain.

Was nearsighted before?

He doesn't look nearsighted.Iris glanced at his clear eyes again.

In other words, are killers or thieves so tender these days?He also came to work with cookies.New Fashion?

She is really old.

Peter Parker swears by his Spider-Man name, this should be one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.The girl—who looked young despite the heavy makeup—should have been cleaning the house, with plastic gloves on her hands, and with his good eyesight he could see the dust on her clothes.After she opened the door, she stood there without letting him in or speaking. She just stood there and looked at him unabashedly.From start to finish, up and down.Moreover, such an impolite gesture made her feel provocative and unrestrained.

He shouldn't have promised Mei Lai to build good neighborhood relations.

After a while, Peter stood there and began to doubt his life.The girl smiled perfunctorily at him and said, "Is there anything you can do for me?"

Her eyes turned around on him again, and she pointedly said: "Little cutie?"

Peter, who doesn't know how to deal with girls, a dead fat house, Parker's face turned red, and he almost stammered, "Miss..."

"Iris."

She nodded with a smile, and used her hands to brush her wine-red hair that escaped from the hair tie, but found that she was still wearing plastic gloves for grooming, and she frowned slightly before putting her hands down.

Peter realized she was introducing her name.

He said in a panic, "I'm Peter, Peter Parker, and I live just opposite." He also turned sideways and pointed to the opposite door.

The girl—Iris was taken aback for a moment, then raised her eyebrows, "So, you are here—"

Okay, let's say it's pretty stupid.Now Peter can't wait to turn himself into a spider and trample him to death. Doesn't that damn spider have an IQ bonus when it bites him?

"I'm here, emmmmm," he paused, and gestured to her with the cookie in his hand, "Mei asked me to come over and bring you a cookie, and she asked me to ask if you had eaten."

Iris nodded thoughtfully, and finally stepped aside from the door: "That would be great, I'm about to have dinner."

"You can put it in for me, as you can see," she shrugged and showed him her hands in plastic gloves, "I'm not very convenient now."

Peter cautiously stepped into the house of a girl living alone, which was very tidy (?) but full of life.She had been cleaning the house before.A few large bags of plastic bags were sorted out next to it.

The newly wiped table glistened.

When walking towards the dining table, Iris apologized succinctly, saying that after all, it was a girl's place to live, and safety awareness was still required.Peter shook his head again and again to show that he didn't care, and he still wondered if he had disturbed her tidying up the house.He has already outlined in his heart the image of a girl who lost her parents in her early years and grew up strong by herself.

While talking, Iris led him to the dining table. Suddenly, as if being accompanied by something, she lost her balance and jumped forward. She accidentally took Peter with one hand when she was grabbing something.

Good reflexes allowed Peter to quickly stabilize himself, put the cookie on the dining table with one hand, and turn back to help Iris.

Fortunately, he caught it, and Peter breathed a sigh of relief.Look at the smooth tiles on the floor.It's going to hurt a lot when it falls down.He couldn't help but look at Iris' delicate white skin again, her skin would definitely be blue and purple by then.

Iris was supported by him to stand up and thanked him repeatedly, then looked up and smiled at him.

!

Peter didn't know why, but the spider sense made alarm bells go off in his mind.

"Nice skill, Peter."

It's over, is he going to fall off the horse?

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