After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

Hilda didn't pay any attention to what Bruce said.

go out?Why go out?She is his serious girlfriend, do you want to see what's wrong with your boyfriend's body?

"No!" She sat up straighter, her eyes burning, "I have to supervise you to take good care of the wound, what if you perfunctory me!"

Bruce: "I won't."

"You will." Hilda said firmly, "Actually, I recommend another option, that is, let me treat the wound for you, after all, I think it may be a bit difficult for you to treat the wound by yourself. "

Bruce: "..."

He looked down at the slight injury in his waist, then raised his eyes to look at Hilda, raised his eyebrows for a while and said, "Oh? How are you going to help me deal with it?"

"..." Hilda looked upright, "I will deal with it very seriously. I will help you apply some medicine and wrap a bandage. If you need it, I can also rub other places for you to promote blood circulation and remove stasis."

"..." Bruce stared at her in silence for a while.

He picked up the medicine in the medicine box: "Let's forget it, I can do it myself." The old injury was indeed not serious, if it was normal, he wouldn't even have time to take care of it.

Bruce skillfully took out the medicine, and the medicine was ready in a moment, and the old injury was treated.

Hilda's eyes were glued to him during this process, and in a way she did help—helped Bruce process things faster.

He quickly put away the suitcase, silently and quickly picked up the shirt that was put aside, shook it off and put it on, but before the shirt was completely put on his shoulders, Hilda's hand was already on his shoulder on, preventing the smooth dressing action.

Bruce's muscles tensed, and his skin was touched by unfamiliar people, which made him a little uncomfortable.He turned his face halfway and asked, "...Hilda?"

Hilda put one hand on his shoulder, and with the other hand, she pulled off the white shirt that was not fully fitted.

Bruce paused for a moment, and finally complied with her movements.

So, the white shirt fell down again, and Hilda stroked the scar on his back, ignoring Bruce's tense nerves.

She asked in a low voice: "...Why do you have so many wounds on your body?" This is very strange, obviously Bruce Wayne was born in a famous family. Live under layers of protection without any harm.

In Hilda's heart, he should be the well-protected little prince of Gotham. Even if someone told her that Bruce grew up in a honeypot, she completely believed it.

"I'm an extreme sports enthusiast." Bruce put out the old-fashioned rhetoric, "You know, people like us can't help but pursue excitement. In fact, I really enjoy the thrill between life and death. I played crazy for a while, and many of the scars you see are the marks left by that time-after all, extreme sports, there will be some accidents."

"So do you still like extreme sports?" Hilda asked.

"Of course," Bruce moved his body slightly, "Honey, I know it has certain dangers, but this is one of the few hobbies I have, so please don't persuade me to give it up."

"No," replied Hilda, "I want you to be happy."

"...Thank you, sweetheart."

"If you want to go to extreme sports next time," she said, "can you take me? I want to be with you."

——That's unlikely, after all extreme sports = Batman Night Watch.Bruce didn't intend to dismount directly in front of Hilda.

"That's too dangerous." He turned around and took Hilda's hand, his blue eyes were tender, "I don't care if I get a little injury, but I think you will suffer the same injury. It's terribly frightening. I can't stand that, Hilda."

As he spoke, he cupped Hilda's hands, covered her hands with his own, lowered his head piously and tenderly, and kissed her fingertips: "Promise me, don't put yourself in danger situation."

"However, I don't want you to get into a dangerous situation." Hilda said, "If I'm with you, at least I can guarantee your safety."

"I'll be fine." Bruce said, "Every time I participate in such extreme sports, I will buy myself a huge amount of insurance, and everyone will try their best to ensure my safety... Have you forgotten that I am a Rich man with money?"

Hilda: "...Well, I can't do anything with you anyway."

"I do the same to you, my dear." After reassuring Hilda, Bruce breathed a sigh of relief, let go of her hand, and put the neglected shirt on his body again.

This time he learned the lesson from last time, and moved quickly. Before Hilda raised his eyes, Bruce had already fastened the bottom few buttons.

Hilda held his hand.

Bruce's eyebrows twitched, and a bad premonition arose spontaneously. He slowed down and asked softly, "What's wrong? Hilda?"

Hilda looked up at him, eyes flickering: "May I help you?"

Bruce politely refused: "Don't bother you..."

"No trouble," she said seriously, "you're hurt, let me do it."

Bruce: "..."

He sighed and pulled his hand away, and Hilda lowered her head happily and concentrated on buttoning him.

To Bruce's surprise, Hilda didn't intend to "do something" while buttoning the buttons as Bruce thought, she seemed to really just intend to concentrate on buttoning him, her expression was serious and gentle under the light , Bruce couldn't help but soften his expression.

...It's just that she was too close, and her warm breath hit his skin again and again, which made Bruce feel uncomfortable.

He turned his head and looked at the dark curtains.But after a while, he couldn't help turning his head. At this time, Hilda had already buttoned the buttons on it. She was a little unsure which one to pay attention to, so she raised her head and wanted to ask Bruce: "Do you want to?" ..."

Hilda paused, and the moment she looked up, Bruce, who was listening with his head down, happened to touch Hilda's forehead.

Both of them were a little surprised, and no one moved for a while.

Time seemed to have also fallen into a state of stagnation.

Finally, Hilda chose to act.

She reached out and pushed Bruce hard onto the bed.

Before Bruce could raise his upper body, he felt a weight on his body-Hilda rolled over and knelt on his waist.

Bruce: "!"

This time is different from last time. Last time he sat on the sofa, there was still some gap between the two, but this time?A downright dangerous move.

With a focused expression, her fingers slowly moved up along the button binding of the shirt, as if looking for the best position to unpack the "package".Following her movements, the air in the entire bedroom gradually heated up, and Bruce's heart beat violently twice. He grabbed Hilda's hand to prevent her from touching his Adam's apple: "...Hilda."

Hilda didn't speak, she bent down towards Bruce like a subdued beast, lying on his body docilely.They were tightly pressed together, so the body temperature spread loosely to each other's bodies through the thin fabric, arousing a scalding heat.

Bruce reached out his hand, but hesitated at what to do—push her away?Or hug her?Hilda rubbed her cheek against Bruce's chest and muttered in a low voice, "...let's just stay in peace for a while."

He paused, and his hand fell gently on her back.

No one spoke.This spacious bedroom often made Bruce feel too empty, but at this moment, the ceiling was infinitely lowered, and the bedroom became cramped, as if it could only accommodate two people who were snuggling closely together.

He felt a moment of peace, and slowly closed his eyes, listening to the heartbeat and breathing of another person.

After some time, Hilda raised her head from his chest and kissed his chin.He opened his eyes and looked at the girl with some amusement—he had basically given up guessing Hilda's next move.

She moved up a little, kissed him on the cheek again, and sat up again, letting Bruce hold her waist.Hilda put her hands on top of him and looked down at Bruce like a feline patrolling her territory, wondering where to start.

Her fingers moved to the buttons, with a solemn expression: "...I really want to unbutton the buttons and take this shirt off you."

Bruce smiled vaguely: "...Huh? Are you sure? It took you a long time to buckle it just now."

Hilda: "Isn't buttoning the buttons just to wait for a moment to tear them off with your own hands?" As she spoke, she put her hands on the collar very aggressively, eager to take the shirt off Bruce's body.

He tried to stop her: "But baby, what's the point of doing this? I'm going to find a new shirt later."

Hilda looked into his eyes and said to him with an extremely serious expression: "Let's do it."

Bruce suspected that he had heard it wrong: "...?"

Hilda: "Anyway, the arrow is on the string."

Bruce: ...how come the arrow is on the string?Didn't you have a moment of warmth just now?Are you fighting guerrilla warfare?Paralyze the enemy with warmth for a while, and then change direction and hit Huanglong the next?

Hilda: "And you said last time it wasn't very good, but this time it will be okay, right?"

Bruce: "...we still have dinner, and Alfred is downstairs."

Hilda was confident and began to undo the buttons: "Mr. Pennyworth said that he can wait for two hours."

Bruce had a headache. Although Hilda buttoned it very slowly, she unbuttoned it very quickly.Seeing that the blouse was half open, Bruce grabbed Hilda's waist, took advantage of her unguardedness, and exerted force suddenly—the two reversed their positions instantly, Bruce held Hilda's waist with one hand, and supported him with the other. On the bed next to her head, she looked down at the bewildered Hilda, and kissed her forehead like coaxing: "...be obedient, Hilda."

As he spoke, he pushed away, wanting to get off the bed, but before he was completely away, Hilda grabbed his shirt collar and pulled him back heavily.

Bruce: "!"

He pressed his whole body on Hilda's body, and wanted to get up, but Hilda wrapped his neck around his neck, imprisoned him on the bed and couldn't move.She leaned close to Bruce's ear and whispered to him coquettishly: "I want to do it, do it with me, Bruce? Brucey? Blue eyes? Honey? Baby? Sweetheart? Okay... Please, please, we will Do it once, okay?"

Bruce's ears were numb, his veins were showing, and he couldn't control it——

"Stop making trouble." He also lowered his voice.

Obviously the room is extremely spacious, obviously the sound insulation effect of the bedroom is very good, obviously...

Obviously there is no need to lower the voice so low that you have to stick to each other's lips to hear each other's words.

Hilda bit his earlobe dissatisfied: "...you obviously want to."

"I didn't." Bruce denied.

But Hilda had already been keenly aware of the clues, her cunning hand quickly slipped through the gap, and she grabbed the "evidence" without hesitation.

Bruce: "!"

He stared at Hilda in disbelief, but he trembled under her random movements, and buried himself on the pillow next to her face and gasped heavily.

She didn't realize how bad her behavior was at all, instead she proudly whispered to him and showed off: "Liar, you got caught by me."

Bruce almost gritted his teeth: "...Enough!"

Hilda: "Shall I help you, baby?"

Bruce: "...Don't you want to do it?" He slowed down his voice and tried to coax Hilda, "If you want to do it, let me go first."

Hilda's eyes lit up: "You, you, you, you, you promised!" She obediently let go of Bruce's hand, watched him sit up, and gave her a cold look—Hilda never I've seen Bruce show this kind of look, it's not a Gotham baby at all, but somehow it looks familiar to Hilda... It's a pity that at this moment, she has no intention of thinking at all, let alone grasping the flashing light, so she can only look at it unconsciously. Brush shoulders with the truth.

She looked at Bruce expectantly, waiting for her boyfriend to fulfill his promise.

Bruce smiled at her, slowly took off the poor shirt that had been put on and off repeatedly in front of her, and then said to her: "...Before that, I have to get something first, Hilda , you close your eyes first."

Hilda closed her eyes without hesitation. She heard the sound of Bruce opening the drawer, and asked whimsically, "Bruce, did you prepare a ring for me..."

"Click"

One of Hilda's hands was clasped with something, she opened her eyes suddenly, but Bruce grabbed the other hand by surprise - another "click".

She stared blankly at the hands handcuffed by Bruce, and slowly made a question mark.

Bruce put his shirt back on, smiling sweetly and viciously: "Like it? Baby?"