23:59

Mr. Kent stood in front of his daughter's bedroom with his slippers on, rubbing his sloppy hair with one hand, and knocked on the door two or three times with the other hand, looking tired and listless.

Fortunately, the people in the house didn't keep him waiting for long.Soon the door creaked and swung open at a subtle angle. Peeping in through the half-closed door, one could vaguely see the room full of dead silence, and the heavy night was suffocating.

"Chrissy?"

Mr. Kent felt a little creepy for no reason, and rubbed his cold palms vigorously. He opened the door while chanting his daughter's name, and immediately saw a large figure standing by the slightly translucent window. forward.

He took two steps back in fright, shrinking his neck vigorously.

The other party obviously noticed his arrival, raised his hand and drew an arc from the corner of his forehead diagonally upwards, and greeted him in a polite manner, "Good evening, sir, I am a good neighbor of the citizens..."

"Spider-Man?!" Under the thin moonlight outside the window, Mr. Kent barely recognized the highly recognizable suit, and couldn't help but wake up completely, "You monster who climbs walls in underwear... What are you doing at my house!"

"Oh, how unfriendly."

The other party shrugged his shoulders as usual, and his face was hidden in a haze, which was blurred and difficult to identify.

"But forget it, I should get used to it anyway...Hey, I heard that you made toys out of my image and sold them for a good price...Have you asked me for the copyright?" He raised his head A finger, the tone is brisk but full of condemnation.

"...A person who doesn't even dare to take off his mask has the right to talk about portrait rights—unfortunately, I can only reserve your right to sue me with your real identity."

After finally calming down the ups and downs in his heart, Mr. Kent raised his fist and cleared his throat, and hit back at the other party mercilessly, and then suddenly noticed a serious problem, "...Where is Chris?! You What did you do to my daughter..."

"Don't worry too much, Mr. Kent. You see, the windows are broken here, and it's unbearably cold."

Exaggeratedly shrugging his shoulders to show how cold the indoor temperature is, the other party calmly raised his hand and pointed out the door, "I didn't see anyone in the room when I came, I guess she must be going to other places. Sleep somewhere warmer."

Without hesitation for a moment, Mr. Kent turned his head and rushed out of his daughter's bedroom. He stood in the corridor and looked around for a while. His eyes finally settled on the rare guest room with the door locked tightly.

He held his breath and ran over in three steps and two steps, and kicked the door open.

In the middle of the night, Chris, who was sleeping drowsily, was suddenly awakened by a loud noise. She stroked her chest in shock. She was still in the short-term aphasia stage of panic, and looked at her panting father at the door with puzzled eyes.

"I'm glad you're okay, Chrissy."

Quickly looking away from the door lock with a jagged gap, Mr. Kent tried to force a dry smile at his daughter, "Listen, I found a spider in your house... Man, do you want to go See a live NYC Wallcrawler star?"

Chrissy's heart that had just been let go was suspended again because of this sentence.

"Wh, what...?" She asked nervously, and at the same time she quickly got out of bed with her clothes on, and she almost fell down because of excessive anxiety and panic in the process of rushing to the door, but she tried her best not to reveal a strange expression on her face , "Spiderman...don't be kidding, I don't believe that kind of guy will appear at home..."

"You'll know it when you see it with your own eyes, and you will definitely be shocked when the time comes."

Mr. Kent said with confidence, and led her into the bedroom and looked inside. The corner where Spider-Man appeared was now empty, "...Spider-Man? Where have you been? Hey, didn't you mean to follow me?" Shall I discuss the copyright issue of toys, I think we can have a good talk..."

"Don't be silly, Dad, you must be hallucinating from exhaustion."

Chris patted him on the shoulder calmly, "Okay, don't you still have a board meeting this morning? Go to sleep and have a good dream."

After a few words, she finally sent away the dubious father. She looked around and asked tentatively in a low voice, "Peter? Are you still there, Peter?"

"Here I am... God, it's so boring in here..."

Something moved behind the curtain, and soon the seam was lifted from the inside, revealing Peter Parker's flushed face.

He looked at Chris, who raised his eyebrows, and spread his hands embarrassedly, "Okay, okay, I accidentally called your father."

As he spoke, he drooped his head and scratched his head awkwardly.

Chris sat on the floor on the blanket, wrapped her body tightly in the thin cashmere quilt, no longer delved into the topic of safety and security, and asked about his injury, "Let me see, how is your injury?"

She patted the open space beside her and motioned for him to sit down too.

"Uh... seems to be recovering well?"

Peter leaned against the wall not far from her side, and showed her the part above the belly, "Your family doctor is very responsible."

Perhaps it was due to the spider gene in his body, his wounds healed at an astonishing speed, coupled with the proper, accurate and timely emergency treatment, only a few scary scars were left on his chest.

She leaned her upper body slightly closer to him, and lightly tapped the hideous and terrifying scars with her warm fingertips. The sticky and sticky touch made people think of the pain when fascia ruptured, causing her thick eyelashes to tremble slightly. Down.

From his vantage point, he could see a circle of arcing shadows looming over her eyes.Her skin looks pale when she doesn't wear makeup, her lips are soft and rosy, her eyelashes are not exaggeratedly thick, but they are extraordinarily long, and he bets that if the distance is a little closer, the end of her long eyelashes can even brush gently against his. on the skin.

In the next second, she confirmed his thoughts with practical actions.

Chrissy raised her face and kissed the corner of his mouth, and her eyelashes just happened to brush against his cheek.

Peter felt that his whole body was frozen, but his face was hot as if he had a fever.

"You should kiss me at a time like this." She smiled and put her arms around the back of his neck to pull him down, closed her eyes and waited.

The heartbeat sounded like a drum beating, almost filling the chest cavity.

With a sudden heart, he found the right position and pressed her lips indiscriminately.

The author has something to say:

The daily update √ is a digression, when I coded this chapter, the time display under the computer was exactly 23:59...

It's almost over... The heroine of the next chapter has the following choices: Yujie mercenary/gentle nurse sister/childhood sweetheart/off-line vampire/scientist without common sense

I really love the little spider deeply...【.

Thanks to [Si Erin] for mine = 3 = meme da!Kiss you also saw the overlord ticket on the villain's side!It took a lot of money XDDD [rubbing my belly to please

Attached is a piece of character design, sister Chris and the little spider... Really Little Spider [Hello]

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