[Zhongyingmei] Plant girlfriend

The first time I saw it, I knew it. I haven't eaten pork, haven't I seen a pig run?No, I haven't seen a pig run either, and my taste isn't that strong yet.

This does not prevent me from knowing what is in my hand.

As a young and beautiful girl, I should bow my head at this time, blushing with coquettish embarrassment, this is in line with my personality.

It's a pity that someone has already used this avatar, but I still lowered my head, because my "coquettish" boyfriend has covered his face with his hands and squatted down, leaving only a pair of red ears exposed in the air .

"Ma, Margaery, you have to believe me, this is really not mine, I never bought it..."

I smiled with great interest, of course I believe that this little thing was not brought by him.But... I knelt down and continued to remain silent.

Sure enough, after a while, Peter raised his blushing cheeks, and the cute little milk voice sounded again:

"I remembered! It must be Mei. This coat was handed to me by Mei this morning. You know, I don't need a coat. I'm not cold at all."

He looked at me aggrieved, as if he had been cheated miserably. If there was a small tail behind him, it must be hanging down behind his buttocks in frustration at this time, and he wouldn't even be able to shake it.

He looks so delicious!Thinking like this, I couldn't help approaching him until I could clearly see the boy's curly eyelashes, and the pair of innocent eyes under the eyelashes as before.

What a pair of beautiful eyes, if there is lust in these eyes, and the tails of the eyes are flushed, what a beautiful sight it would be!

Looking down along the straight bridge of his nose, the pink lips are thin and fragile, how to make their color more vivid?Yes, turned bright red, like overripe strawberries.

How can only color be enough?Better to bring voice and breath.Deep, scorching hot panting, brewing from the depths of the nasal cavity, issued from the slightly parted lips, and passed into my ears with air as the medium...

I withdrew my consciousness from the daydream in my head, and before I knew it, I had changed from a squatting position to kneeling on the ground, kneeling in front of Peter, gently rubbing his cheeks with both hands.

He seemed a little confused, not knowing why I suddenly became dazed in front of him.

Surely he wouldn't know that before that, my brain was filled with a truckload of yellow crap.But that's okay, he'll find out soon.

I moved my knees and moved closer until we were inseparable.Straightening up, covering my lips with one hand, I whispered in his ear:

"Mr. Parker, do you know how to use this little thing? Can you teach me?"

As I said that, I sucked his earlobe in my mouth...

The boy's body was tense and his breathing was unstable. He took two deep breaths and pressed my shoulder.

"Are you sure?" The boy's voice was hoarse.

"Never been so sure."

……

The door of the room was slammed shut roughly. I was picked up and thrown into the soft bed with a small exclamation.

No matter how gentle the movement is, it is still throwing, and looking at Peter who is approaching, no matter how you look at it, it is a bit dangerous!

Is it too late to say sorry now?

"I...um..." The unspoken words were blocked by the pressed lips.

It seems too late...

…………Let's paddle together…………

This time I slept soundly, and usually I woke up before the sun had fully risen, but this time the sun shone through the bed curtain and hit my eyelids before I became a little conscious.

But I didn't intend to get up at all, turned over with a whimper, buried my face in the pillow and continued to sleep.

Suddenly, I heard a chuckle.

in spite of!I'm going to sleep anyway!I hugged the quilt tightly.

A warm hand rubbed my hair, and I closed my eyes and patted that hand angrily.

"Don't make trouble..." I said vaguely.

"Okay, let you sleep a little longer, I'll go to the kitchen to see if there is anything to eat."

……

I don't know how long it took, but I finally woke up.

My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, God knows how I got through last night.

There are many advantages to having a Spider-Man boyfriend. For example, he can hold your belt around New York and enjoy unfettered pleasure; for example, he can give you a princess hug without any effort, satisfying your girlish heart ;For another example, he can protect you behind and give you the strongest sense of security.

At the same time, he can make you unable to get out of bed!

Forget it, I sighed, the boyfriend I chose, I can make do with it, how can I share it!

Peter sat peacefully on the bedside chair, with his hands on his lap obediently like a schoolboy!His eyes were shining, looking at me with concern, like a well-behaved puppy.

No, this is all an illusion!I warn myself.

"You finally woke up, I brought you breakfast!"

He graciously brought out a simple breakfast from the table behind him, looking at me expectantly.

Judging by the light outside, it must be getting late now, it's already past the breakfast time, where did he get breakfast.

He was a little embarrassed: "When I went, everyone ate it. I borrowed the kitchen to make it myself. It might not be delicious."

He made it himself, it must be delicious!

I washed up and started to eat my late breakfast.

The oatmeal is a bit sweet, it's okay, I like sweets!

How come the bread is a bit mushy, what's the matter, just to neutralize the oatmeal!

The milk is mellow and silky, and the temperature is just right!

I finished all the food in one go and accidentally burped.Hmm, it seems a bit stretched.

In the afternoon, Charles and I discussed some things about the flower shop on the grass, and Peter played baseball with the students of Xavier College not far away.

In the past, his body was relatively weak, and he was not very good at some intense sports. Now that his body has strengthened, he seems to be able to play ball with ease.But from time to time I can feel his gaze cast on me.

I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but after last night, he was a little clingy to me. Originally, when I was talking to Charles, he planned to listen in on the sidelines. He was so obedient.You must know that since he became Spider-Man, he has escaped a lot, and he has become a small chatterbox. It is too difficult for him to stay alone.

Or I was afraid that he would be bored and drive him to play with other people.Turns out he seemed more than happy to stay with me?

Is he afraid that he is bewitched?

I could feel his gaze, and of course the sharp Charles, who smiled meaningfully.

I heard that Charles was also a nightclub little prince when he was young. I was worried that he saw something, so when Peter looked over again, I glared at him.

Sure enough, we didn't have a tacit understanding. I meant to tell Peter not to look at me, but he dropped his gloves and came trotting all the way:

"Margaret, what do you want me to do?" The corners of the boy's lips were curved, revealing eight bright white teeth.

No, I really didn't call you!

Charles looked around us, showed a knowing smile, and said with a sigh:

"It's nice to be young! Looks like I'm old!"

"It's okay," I said with a stiff face, pushing Peter's waist with both hands, "Go and play with your ball, everyone is waiting for you! Go!"

After sending Peter away, Charles and I continued to discuss. At the end, my eyes fell on Charles' legs.

After Charles was bald by Apocalypse, I used the mutant ability to make his hair grow back. At that time, we also tried to treat his previously injured lumbar spine, but it didn't work.

In the few months since I lost my memory, my mutant ability has become stronger again, maybe this time I can cure the professor.

During the time when Bucky and Bucky were fleeing, I treated Bucky’s brain. After all, amnesia is to some extent caused by brain damage. Then Bucky really recovered most of his memories intermittently. I don’t know exactly. Is it a natural recovery or the effect of my treatment.

If the treatment is effective, Bucky injured the cranial nerves, while Charles injured the lumbar nerves, so maybe it really works.

"Charles," I said seriously, looking at his legs, "shall we try again?"

The author has something to say: When I wrote this chapter, I felt a chill on my head, probably already bald, with tears streaming down my face...