[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

Aunt Mei just brought a pot of soup to the table, she glanced at me, then frowned, "You, you were fine when you came back, why are your clothes so wrinkled so quickly? Hurry up and change one, I I'll help you wash and iron later."

"Oh." I nodded and walked back to the room.

I rubbed my head. Actually, I don’t know what I did just now. When I woke up, my clothes were rolled up on my stomach... I don’t sleep well, but I didn’t expect that I would fall asleep just after squinting for a while Be like this.

I disliked myself for a while, then I crossed my hands and pinched the hem of the clothes, pulled the T-shirt up hard, and took it off easily.

I flinched a bit, thinking that my bra was still tight, and my chest felt a little tight, so I stretched my hand to the back and unscrewed the hook at the back.

"Ha~" I breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around to get a nightgown from the closet next to me.

boom--

The sound of metal clanging outside the window made me glance outside subconsciously.

Little window to see nothing.

I immediately put on my cartoon polka-dot pajamas, opened the window, and looked out.

My house is an old-fashioned apartment, and the walls on this side are equipped with iron ladders, but they are usually locked and not unfolded, and ordinary people cannot climb up-of course, this does not bother me.

Even so, I looked around.

But strangely I don't see anything.

It's really weird.

To be honest, as long as there is danger and malice, I can basically sense it through spiders. It seems that it is just a bird or something?

I was relieved and turned around.

Hmm...how did my bag fall?

Did I just put it here?

Can't remember exactly, but my spider uniform was still lying in it anyway.

I scratched my neck, suddenly feeling a little itchy for some reason.

But it's not so itchy, emmmm is probably a new type of mosquito.

——Although I have rarely been bitten by mosquitoes since being bitten by spiders.

The next day, I went out early in the morning.

I'm walking to school with my bag on my back. Although I don't have class this morning, but...

But I want to go to Harry.

I just don't know why I'm still nervous...how should I talk to Harry?

Short oil, why don't you just ask people if they like you too?

How did I get out of this question? !

Just as I was standing alone in the corner and giggling, I felt someone pat me on the shoulder and said in a puzzled tone, "...Petra?"

I was startled, and immediately turned my head, and a magnified disgusted face appeared in front of me.

"Flesh?" My eyes widened in surprise.

He was wearing a sports tank top, he looked like he was steaming, his blond curly hair was hanging a little on his forehead and cheeks from sweat, and I noticed a bead of sweat on his face passed his eyelashes, paused for a moment, and then dripped down quickly .

Fleish wiped the sweat off his face casually, "What are you doing in the corner?"

"Huh?" I panicked, "No, nothing."

"Really?" He picked up the water glass in his hand, raised his head and took a sip of water, and said with a smile, "I haven't seen you, how are you doing recently? Why do you feel that you are still as sneaky as before?"

"Don't you talk nonsense? Where am I sneaking around?" I retorted dissatisfied.

"Puchi——" He sneered, then raised his hand and stroked my head, messing up my hair.

I stretched out my fist at him, "For the sake of your life, I advise you to stop quickly!"

Fleish raised his brows, stretched out his hand and tugged at my cheek, "Oh, how dare you dare to threaten me back?"

I couldn't help sighing, forget it, let's pinch it.

In case someone accidentally knocks him into the air, I will be the one who is unlucky.

But unexpectedly, Fleish quickly put his hand down.

I glanced at him strangely and found that he seemed a little frustrated, "What's wrong with you?"

Fleish's eyes stayed on my neck, he was silent for a while, and then smiled, "It's nothing, I have to go, the football team still has training."

I looked at his leaving back and smiled helplessly.

How can this person just walk away when he comes?

Beep beep—I raised my arm and felt my hairs stand on end.

Someone is watching me.

Immediately looked around, but found nothing.

I searched for Harry all morning, but I couldn't find Harry, so I had to go to class first.

After class, I walked out listlessly along the flow of people, and I stared at a certain direction in a daze.

After thinking about it, I took out my mobile phone, and Harry's mobile phone number was in the address book.

In fact, the matter is very simple, it depends on whether I want to call or not.

When I was hesitating, a familiar figure strolled alone on the school lawn, his hair was neatly combed to the side, he was wearing a pair of round sunglasses, and he was holding a book in his hand.

Perhaps my gaze was too hot, Harry at the other end of the crowd seemed to sense it, and then looked in my direction.

He just glanced at it, as if he didn't see me, then quickly turned back and continued walking.

"Hey...Harry!" I frowned, and ran towards him quickly while calling his name.

His footsteps still didn't stop, as if he didn't hear my voice.

Confused, I slowed down a bit as I was about to catch up to him, and put my hand on his shoulder, "Harry!"

Harry stopped suddenly, turned his head, took off his sunglasses and looked at me, "What's the matter?"

I looked at him in surprise, "What?"

"Is there anything you can do?" Harry repeated impatiently.

"I..." I didn't know what to say for a while, swallowed, and then said in a daze, "Uh, you, did you come to my house to look for me yesterday?"

"Oh——" he elongated his tone, and his tone sounded a little rusty, full of arrogance to strangers, "There was something to do, but now it's gone, sorry."

I couldn't believe Harry's attitude. Of course, I knew that he was not like me. He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, and his personality was a bit cold and arrogant, but I never thought that Harry would speak to me in such a tone.

Even when Harry just came back from boarding school, it wasn't like that when we hadn't seen each other for five or six years.

It's only been five or six months now.

I don't know the look on my face, but I think it must be not good, "...Harry? Are you angry about something? I'm sorry I kept you waiting so long yesterday, but I have something to— —”

Harry suddenly pinched my chin and looked at me firmly, but didn't let me finish my sentence.

"Peter Parker? Interesting name, isn't it?" he said close to me, but I felt his voice tremble slightly.

I didn't understand what was going on for a while. According to Gwen, it was obviously Harry who got my gender wrong. Why does it feel like he is angry with me now?

"Harry, maybe you got me wrong because I don't like to dress up or I'm a tomboy or something, but it's not my fault..." I said carefully, trying to calm him down.

Harry let go of his hand slowly, "I don't think so."

I looked at him suspiciously.

"You make me look like an idiot." He laughed, "I don't know why, but I'm the only one who doesn't know...you make me feel so angry."

I looked at him sadly, "In that case, can I apologize to you? I'm so sorry, Harry."

"..." Harry looked at me silently for a while, then sighed, "Fine. I really don't know why I'm angry, we're just friends..."

I didn't pay much attention to what Harry said later, but when I heard his Fine, I was immediately relieved and couldn't help laughing.

"It's fine if you don't get angry!" I paused, "Actually... I came to you because I wanted to tell you something."

"what?"

"I..." I swallowed nervously, but I still closed my eyes and said it bravely, "Harry, do you have time tonight? Would you like to have dinner together...or watch a movie or something?"

Harry suddenly showed a strange expression, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "Is this... a date?"

I feel that my face must be flushed now, and my heart is beating fast, but I still nodded quickly.

Harry didn't seem to be resting well, and the fundus of his blue eyes was a little blue.Because of this, his pale face became even more ugly.

He slowly moved closer to my ear, and his faint breath made half of my body numb.

The slender fingers suddenly lifted my neckline a little bit, rubbing against my collarbone.But his voice was full of sarcasm, and even a hint of malice.

"Ha! I'm not interested in you... By the way! By the way, didn't that Fresh Thompson satisfy you?"