[Comprehensive British and American] The predecessors are missing one

Wade pouted, lowered his head and gave me a strange expression.

"I don't give you credit for that. That's bad, Ellie. Bad girl, bad mermaid." Wade said, shaking his head, and whispering in my ear, "Well done, sweetheart. You are my queen. How do you want me to reward you in bed?"

"Fuck me." I looked at Wade seriously, serious, "The kind that is very hard, very hard."

Wade seemed taken aback.

"Daddy didn't teach you to talk like that!" said Wade, horrified. "Whoever got you my sweetheart, I'm going to kill him!"

Who else?No it's you!

The romantic atmosphere crooked in a second.I rolled my eyes, not wanting to complain at all.Based on my experience and my knowledge of Wade, I know very well that at times like this, as long as I don't do something, Wade will continue to escape, fleeing to the ends of the earth without telling me the truth.

So I decided to cut to the chase.

"Why run?" I demanded, tiptoeing, squinting, grabbing Wade's collar with both hands, putting on the most vicious expression—well, I hope so, "Why hide from me? And what about the gloves ? That is something that can be thrown on my desk?! You threw me in Sicily!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Wade raised his hands high and leaned back slightly. "Calm down, Your Majesty. I didn't leave you in Sicily, and you're not alone."

"Oh, so you don't deny that you're avoiding me."

"I didn't say that..."

"Explain clearly, Wade Winston Wilson, this is not the first time you have been hiding from me. How long have you been hiding!"

Wade's response to my aggressive, resentful inquiry was primitive.He just kissed me, kissed me, and kissed me.The kiss made me almost angry, but I couldn't bear to let him go.This trick is too dirty.

Wade used various methods to prevent me from finishing my speech, and simply borrowed a room in the bar from his friend.I could totally feel his determination to get me done with great skill.However, I'm not going to let him just coax him over.

…Enjoyment is enjoyment, and forced confession is forced confession.It's two different things, right?

In the beginning, Wade was coaxing me, trying to shut me up, showing off all kinds of tricks.In the middle, we were all excited, and he became a little anxious.He ended up being nice to me all of a sudden, and that's sort of serving me, I don't mean to compare, but even Clark and Barry rarely do that.

"I want to go home. I don't want to rest here..." I said as I hugged Wade before it was over.At that time, I could hardly bear it anymore.

Wade looked up, stared at me, and smiled slightly.

"Okay," he said.

After it was over, I fell asleep almost immediately.I knew I was going to fall asleep, but I couldn't resist the drowsiness, and the only thing I could do was hug Wade tightly.Afraid that he would run away.

When I woke up again, I was in a completely unfamiliar environment.

Someone rubbed my arm with a fingertip.I raised my head, and my eyes gradually focused on Wade's face.

"Where am I?"

"It's kind of where I live." Wade replied, looking down at me, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "You want to go home, I know, but I guess, you also want to know where I live at other times. So I will take you Come back here."

I rubbed my forehead against Wade's chest before turning around and looking around the room.This is a basement with a small window at the top of the wall.I hear rain.The dust mixed with the musty smell made me want to sneeze.

"Did you dry the quilt?" I asked, pulling up the quilt and sniffing it.Sneeze right away.

Wade laughed. "I haven't been back for a long time. Ever since I started protecting you," he said, pressing my hand down so that I wouldn't hurt myself any more. "Usually I live at your house, or anywhere. I just want to Look at where I used to live."

I looked up, trying not to show surprise.

Or too much joy.

"Want to look around?" Wade asked.

of course yes.

I walked around the room, wearing only Wade's top, and spent a lot of time on the wall covered in pictures.Wade went to pour me hot milk.When he returned to the room, I was studying his murder plan.

Wade hugged me from behind.I took the hot milk, and everything was fine—except for the musty smell, the dust, and Wade's fumbling hand that ruined the atmosphere.

"You're actually going to make a picture of a knife being used as a dart and shooting it through the wall, representing the death of the target, something as dramatic as that?" I joked, looking sideways at Wade.

"That's my little pleasure," Wade said, looking down and licking the milk off my lips.

I thought Wade's action was very romantic, but in the next second, his finger went in again.

"Can't you have a good talk?" I was so helpless...

Wade's response was to take the milk for me, put the mug on the table, then picked me up and threw me on the bed.

"Wow!" I was taken aback, then laughed.The feeling of free fall is quite interesting.

Wade got down on one knee on the bed, unbuttoned his trousers, and leaned over to trap me.

"You want to hear what I have to say?" he asked, his voice hoarse, staring at my lips.

I wanted to be direct and tell Wade that I wanted to hear from him and that he liked me too.

But after thinking about it, what's the point of forcing him like this.He talks and he talks.If he doesn't like me that much, I'm not scaring people away.not good.

"I just want to talk to you." I told him, turned my head, clasped his waist with my legs, and pulled him towards me, "How many people have you killed these days? A lot of meetings."

It's weird to compare those two things.But, judging by Wade's reaction, I think I've spoken.

Wade put his arms around me and lay down beside me.

"Not much. It should be less than the meeting you held."

"Yeah. I think so. You know, big business has enough meetings every day."

We start talking about life.Wade took care of my family.

"How's your mother doing with that mafia? I think they're pretty good."

"I think it's fine, too. But, the Mafia. My mom's just a normal person."

I turned my head to look at Wade.Actually, I kind of want it.For some reason, it's easy to do with Wade.

But I also think we should spend more time getting to know each other.Otherwise, such feelings are too empty.

"Where's Percy?" Wade asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and playing with my hair.

"He's fine."

"Did he sleep with Annabeth?"

"...Wade!"

Wade smiled and let go.I turned around, glaring.

"Percy's a good boy," I said, firmly. "He won't do what he shouldn't."

"It's hard to say, sweetheart." Wade raised his eyebrows disapprovingly, "Are you sure?"

"I..." Wait, am I sure?Counting Percy's age, I really don't know whether he slept with Annabeth or not......

Sister's anxiety came up.I stared at Wade in horror.

Wade laughed out loud.

"That's not funny at all." I got angry and straddled Wade and poked him in the chest in retaliation.

Wade stopped laughing and put his hands on my waist.At this moment, he looked at me with a soft expression.

"What about you?" I asked softly, "Where have you been these few days?"

Wade stared at me for a long time.

"I miss you," he said, almost whispering, raising his hand to trace my outline in the palm of his hand, "I miss you every day and every night. Ellie, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring you into this .”

The sound of rain made the room fall into silence.The temperature of the milk on the table passes with time, and the picture seems to be still.

"Can we... just pretend nothing happened?" Wade asked in a low voice.

I looked down and stared at Wade, dissatisfied, angry, and heartbroken.

The silence in the air is about to freeze our souls too.

"No," I said, leaning over to kiss Wade's Adam's apple, "I want you to stay with me, and I know you want to stay with me. We'll be fine."

After a pause, I raised my head and mustered up the courage to say that sentence: "I love you."

Wade stared at me quietly, not looking surprised.Like I said, he really saw through my mind long ago.

"It's like all the problems in the world. In the end, it comes back to love me or not to love me. It's as simple as that." Wade murmured, looking at me and talking to himself, "I don't want to make her sad."

I guess Wade wasn't talking to me.He always does.According to what he said before, he should be talking to... those readers who I can't see.Like reading a narration or something.

The point is, Wade is visibly shaken.Of course I want to pursue the victory.

"Leave it to me, Wade. Leave all your worries to me." I ignored Wade's wide-eyed expression, and said my truth, "Let me enter your world, put down your Defensive. I'll be there for you, be your friend. I'd cross the line for you, I'd take a bullet for you, I'd even lie for you. I'd die for you. That's what I'd do for you."

"I don't want you to die for me. No, I don't want that." Wade snaps back at me, a little exasperated, "Don't ever do it for me. Ever. All I do is to make you Happy, including when we're in bed, or wherever. Don't make me despair of the world again."

I looked at Wade, and it was hard not to keep tears from welling up in my eyes.

That's kind of a confession, I thought; so I hugged Wade hard, with non-erotic movements, to let him know how much I needed him.

"Then don't go," I said, as he entered, "don't take your eyes off of me, not for a second. Mercenary, do what you have to do, complete your mission... your mission is Protect me, and you get paid."

The author has something to say: Someone mentioned that Wade hasn't figured it out yet.Why hasn't the curse been lifted yet?

Is such that.Thinking clearly and making up your mind are two different things.Many times we also want to be clear about how something is, but the process of execution will still be shaken.

And it's not just Wade who needs to be sure LOL, you guys never thought that it might be that Yili doesn't love her so much LOL