[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

In daily life, Little Fox belongs to the kind of person who is more vulnerable the closer he is.Whether it's really fragile or fake, or it's really fragile at the beginning, and then... Anyway, she is the little princess who needs to be coaxed at this moment.

only...

The cold and hard mechanical arm reached out to the little fox's lower body and encircled her thighs, and the man easily picked him up and carried him on his shoulders.

"Huh?" The little fox who was glaring at Bucky's comfort was stunned for a moment, her upper body was hanging upside down behind Bucky's back, her stomach ached from his hard shoulders: "Bucky!"

Bucky strode to the side of the bed, sent his shoulders forward, and threw him onto the bed mercilessly.

The little fox fell on the soft bed and bounced twice before she stabilized herself. She looked up stupidly at Bucky, who was watching her condescendingly. There was no ups and downs in his handsome face. Frozen in general.

"bar-"

Kacha... The slowly loaded gun directly hit the little fox's forehead.

With the black muzzle of the gun, the cold temperature directly spread from the forehead to the heart.The little fox's heart tightened, and he shut his mouth obediently.

She had forgotten that Bucky is not a gentle man. Wife version, nor is he an ignorant little milk dog version.Perhaps the former him would cooperate with her performance, but now he only has some necessary common sense in his mind, and the rest is how to fight and kill. Bucky is the retarded version!

Bucky stared at the little fox silently, as if reconfirming whether she was honest.After a long while, after making sure that she wasn't messing around anymore, he slowly pointed the gun at the little fox.

be honest!The man's cold eyes seemed to be saying such an order.

The two stared at each other silently for a few seconds, the man quickly put away his gun, turned and left the bedroom.

Bang!

The little fox looked at the re-locked door, his expression gradually became bitter.

It was too easy for her to escape, but how could she just let Bucky be controlled by Hydra?After all, the relationship between the two is very good, not to mention the relationship between lovers, even if they are just friends, she still wants to help.

But, how can I help?

The little fox still remembers the last time when he met the mentally handicapped version of Bucky for the first time at that dim intersection and took him back to Howard's home. Brainwashing or assigning tasks.At that time, the hesitation conditions were limited, and they could not take out the controller, which eventually caused Hydra to break the protection set up by Howard, restart the controller, and almost destroyed their suspended animation plan.

In other words, to release the control of Hydra, the controller in Bucky's body must be taken out.However, Little Fox's knowledge of the controller was decades ago.It has been decades now, Hydra's technology must have improved a lot, it is impossible for them not to replace the controller.She doesn't know what the current controller looks like, whether it is big or small, where it is placed, how it is connected to the body, and whether it will be life-threatening if it is destroyed or taken out.

Unless you can ask a big guy who is proficient in this kind of thing to help Bucky check his body and analyze that controller.But at the moment, she can only think of Tony, the tech tycoon, but she escaped to hide from him!Are you going to throw yourself into the trap now?It's fine if she throws herself into the trap, or for another man, she is just looking for death.

Oh, it's so annoying.The little fox lifted the quilt, and the whole person was covered in it.

...

On a lonely autumn night, the moon and stars are sparse.The cloudless sky stretches as far as the eye can see, under the beautiful brilliance of the crescent moon, only a few stars survive tenaciously.

Probably because there are not so many high-rise buildings in the suburbs, and the sky is not affected by neon lights, so there are slightly more stars.The moon and stars got a little closer to some trees with withered and yellow hair below, listening to the concerto in the forest quietly.

In the forest cabin with the lights turned off, the curtains tightly cover everything in the room.Only a slight sound of spraying from the watering can can be heard coming from the house, and the strange fragrance seeps out from the cracks in the window frames.

"Hmm..." The girl lying on the bed smelled a strong fragrance, sweet and warm, which made people feel dizzy and fell into a deep sleep with a heavy consciousness.

A black figure walked quietly to the girl's bed with quiet steps. He silently stared at the person on the bed, and sat gently on the side of the bed.

The callused hands were pressed against the cheeks, warm and comfortable.The hand touched it lightly, and the skin on the cheek was slightly itchy as the callus scraped against it.

The little fox slowly opened his heavy eyelids, and the scene that caught his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, making it impossible to see who was in front of him at all.

She felt as if she was dreaming, because although her vision was blurred and her mind was heavy and dull, she still remembered that she got into bed and fell asleep after eating the takeaway.

"fox..." The deep and hoarse male voice carried enough emotion to overwhelm the little fox.

The little fox kept blinking, trying to focus his eyes, trying to see who this man with a somewhat familiar voice was.However, her eyes were sore from blinking, and she couldn't see the man's face clearly.

"fox..." The man leaned down through the mist, his warm body seemed to be deliberately taking care of her so that she wouldn't be uncomfortable, so he just pressed against her lightly, without pressing down: "fox." He kept murmuring Saying her name, soft lips gently kissed her forehead, eyebrows, nose tip, and lips, as if she was his rare treasure, reluctant to be rough, but couldn't help letting go.

The little fox felt more and more familiar with this person, but at the moment her mind was so muddled that she couldn't concentrate on analyzing what this familiarity was all about.

The soft and warm lips embraced hers, gently sucking and licking them, not daring to rub them with their teeth.The man held her cheeks and pressed gently, finally grasped the gap and stuck his tongue in.

So gentle, so comfortable, the little fox was dazedly immersed in the man's excellent kissing skills and couldn't extricate himself.

Lilac's small tongue proactively stretched out to hook the man's tongue, and he couldn't help deepening the kiss because of the stimulation.He slowly lowered his body to cover the girl under him, and the slightly fierce kiss almost bit the girl's lips.Soon, the man seemed to realize what was the hard way to end the kiss.He panted slightly, low and sexy, sprayed hot breath on the little fox's neck, licked and kissed it lightly, and slowly came to the open collar and stayed for a while.

The little fox felt the movement of the man on his body, and he was slowly moving towards the foot of the bed.The lips that stayed at the collarbone reluctantly left, and then clung to her bare arms and molested her one after another.From upper arm to forearm to fingers.

"Hmm~" Her fingertips were slightly itchy from the shallow kiss, and her whole body was unbearably stiff from the throbbing of her heart.The little fox couldn't help but curled up her fingers, but the man didn't force them apart, but just lovingly kissed the back of her hand, then moved his body, lifted her feet, and touched her toes reverently .

"Well..." The little fox curled up his toes sensitively, and said with difficulty, "You... who are you?"

In the blurred vision, the man could only hear a soft smile: "Guess." He opened his mouth as he said this, and bit her toes lightly with his teeth.

"Ah!" The little fox exclaimed and sat up abruptly.

As if a basin of cold water was being poured on his head, the little fox who woke up instantly looked around and found that he was still in the bedroom where the pen was sealed, and there was no one around.

"Is it really a dream..." The little fox covered his face with his hands.Is he too hungry and thirsty to have such a dream?It's okay to dream of having foreplay with someone, but she actually dreamed of such a partner.

What do you guess, guess what a big-headed ghost, you perverted idiot!

"Ah-choo!" The little fox sniffed a strange sweet scent with an itchy nose: "What's the smell?" She sneezed, muttering and smelling it again.

Click!The door opened suddenly, and a gust of fresh air poured into the room, blowing away all the smells and instantly cooling the room.

"Cold." The little fox focused all his attention when he saw the person coming.

Bucky closed the door with a bang, went to the sofa and threw the paper box in his hand on the small round table: "Eat." He said coldly like a robot.

The little fox looked at the watch on the wall, it turned out that it was already eight o'clock in the morning.She yawned, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, went to the bathroom to wash herself, changed her clothes and came out.

I lived here for two days and ate takeaway every day.The little fox is especially curious about what the mentally handicapped version of Bucky looks like ordering takeout. You must know that he was disabled at the ninth level of living ability after having problems before, but now he is really advancing with the times.

Well, maybe it's because Hydra's mission this time is to imprison itself to achieve some purpose, and it will inevitably die, so Bucky has input life knowledge.

Anyway, thanks Hydra.

Today's breakfast is ordinary bread bacon, ham and fried eggs.The little fox wiped the knife and fork, cut the food into small pieces, and put them into his mouth.

This takeaway shop really suits my own taste. In the United States, where the taste is light, such a western food restaurant with heavy taste is really rare.The slightly burnt meat is slightly oily when eaten in the mouth, it is salty and fragrant, it is simply delicious!

"It's delicious, let's order this takeaway in the future!" The little fox ate happily, his eyes bent into crescents.

Bucky, who was sitting on the side with a gun, raised his eyes and glanced at the little fox, then lowered his head and wiped the barrel again without saying anything.

Even if he has some life skills, he still has this cold and dead look... The little fox looked at Bucky, who was more kind to him than him, twitching his lips speechlessly.

...

The days of doing nothing passed quickly, and the little fox dreamed of that idiot again after going to bed at night.He was still covered by the mist, but this time the mist was a little thinner, and she could barely see his hands, with well-defined bones and slightly rough skin, but there were no scars or birthmarks, so she couldn't tell who he was at all.

The man still kissed all the places where she was exposed, calling her name in her ear over and over again, tender and affectionate, as if she was his true love.

On the third day and the fourth day, the little fox found that as the number of times increased, the fog that blocked her vision became thinner and thinner. She could already vaguely see his clothes, a black robe, which seemed to be a pajamas.She was a little immersed in the game of guessing who the man was, what escape, what brain controller, she didn't even have the time to think about it.

On the fifth day, the little fox woke up from her sleep, and soon, she smelled the faint fragrance in the house.Same taste as before!The little fox frowned, and she found that the scent came from her erotic dream, Bucky didn't spray anything in the house at all, and there was nothing in the house that could emit a scent, and the smell on her body was different from this.There are some problems here...

"Eat." The man unlocked and pushed the door open without any scruples, and threw the breakfast box on the coffee table as usual.

The little fox was sitting on the sofa opposite Bucky, while cutting thin steaks, he looked up at the man who was cleaning his gun as usual.

The black metal parts swing back and forth in the white hands, and the slightly protruding joints compared to the girl make his hands look powerful.He assembled the parts one by one, turning his hands over and over, the calluses in his palms looming.

The little fox silently stared at Bucky's hand, unconsciously biting the silver fork with his teeth.

Really very problematic...