[X-Men] Otaku Goddess

"That was, your first kiss?" Hai Li's expression suddenly became a little weird, her anger subsided, and she seemed to be holding back her laughter.

Who knew Pietro would deny it: "No."

Haili didn't believe it, so she leaned forward to look closely into his eyes.

She goes in and Pietro goes back.

The Persian cat pushed him all the way to the dressing table, and Pietro's waist hit the edge of the table, and there was no way to retreat. Seeing her lying down so stubbornly, she pressed half of her body weight on his chest.

She is so soft.

Hailey has always been tough but not soft, and Pietro gave in, and she became the unreasonable big sister who was drunk that night-once she realized that this little otaku was a bully.

It wasn't his first kiss, she was a little annoyed when she heard that.

Little liar.

"Your kissing skills are so bad..." Her breath was wrapped around his nose, and the distance from him was almost close to the face, and the red lips were so close, "How could it not be the first kiss. I hate bad boys who lie."

She lowered her eyes, touched the hair next to his ear with her fingers, accidentally touched the tip of his ear, and obviously felt the body of the person under her stiffen.

"It wasn't originally." Pietro still persisted, pursing his lips in frustration, "It's for my sister."

Haili paused with her fingertips: "...what?"

This is too explosive.

"I fell asleep." The otaku scratched his hair. "That day she was playing the prince. You know, there is still a Sleeping Beauty. I don't know who came up with a bad fairy tale-it has to be kissed on the mouth. Wake up the princess."

Haili laughed dumbfounded. The anguish of being sabotaged by Pietro dissipated in an instant. She slowly got up from him and leaned back on the back of the movable chair in front of the dressing table.

Stretches lazily like a Persian cat.

"Then your first kiss too?" Pietro wanted to know, but he didn't want Hailey to know that he wanted to know, he lowered his head and played with his hands indifferently.

"Are you telling a joke?" Haili saw a cigarette on the dressing table. She wanted to smoke one, but somehow changed her mind and just picked up the makeup tools to play with. How many men have you had?"

The little otaku stopped his movements.

Of course Hailey found out about this detail, and she was very happy to see it: "Ah, my heart is broken. What unrealistic fantasies are you making? For example, I am a shy high school girl, or my sister who looks coquettish is actually The heart is as pure as a blank sheet of paper."

She threw the makeup tools back on the table: "Save some brain cells."

Pietro looked up at her, his expression was very calm, and he flattened his mouth: "I don't have any fantasies."

He expressed his desire to be as simple and direct as a child: "I just want you to kiss me, I just said it."

"If you want to kiss, or do something further, you can be any girl, as long as you can get it." Hai Li raised her eyebrows, "It doesn't have to be me."

Pietro opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by her: "I'm an actor, not a sex, enlightenment, and enlightenment teacher, understand?"

"Then I think it's you." Pietro asked her words in one ear and out the other, still insisting.

"It's very simple." Haili pulled the corners of her mouth, smiling on the surface, "Don't think about it."

"Ah." She recalled that she still had something to say, "I caused you a little trouble that night, and you probably won't ask me for compensation. Boys and gentlemen are more popular, you know?"

Haili wiped her lips with the tip of her index finger, stained with star point lipstick, reached out and landed on Pietro's mouth: "As for this, exchange your cheese stick."

Pietro was dumbfounded.

Probably pleased by his way of doing this, she laughed in a low voice, and the index finger on his lips trembled slightly, which unintentionally became a provocation.

Taking advantage of her inattention, the silver-haired young man opened his mouth, trying to enclose her fingertips.

Unexpectedly, Haili was prepared for a long time ago, and immediately withdrew her hand, put it on her waist, and gave the order to chase away the guest with a smile: "I have to continue working, go back, kid."

Her smile had a unique charm that Pietro couldn't refuse, and he was even more frustrated and confused.

He is really ignorant when it comes to matters between men and women.

It was Hailey who aroused his curiosity about sex.But she didn't want to continue.

That's bad enough.

"I think you call me Peter," said Pietro at last.

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Walking out of the garden where Hailey was, Pietro was depressed on the road, kicking a broken soda can out of nowhere.

Unexpectedly, he was shoved on the shoulder.

"Hey, look at the way, kid." The red-haired smoking man with his arms around his girlfriend just touched Pietro's shoulder, and suddenly the little otaku disappeared from his sight.

A voice came from behind: "It's you who should watch the way."

The red-haired pupil dilated and turned around to look back. The silver-haired young man folded his chest and took a good look at him.

When the hell did he get to the back.Hongmao was secretly startled, feeling a little weird.

Pietro has little interest in men.Compared with looking at the red hair, he prefers to focus on the girl who is being hugged next to him.

The makeup is really heavy.

"Where are you looking?" Hongmao roared angrily.

Pietro said truthfully: "I'm looking at her." He raised his chin to indicate the direction of the girl.

"Get in my way, and still flirt with my girlfriend." Hongmao spit out the smoke from his mouth, clenched his fists, and walked forward, aggressively: "Your bones should loosen."

"Oh." Pietro replied.

Seeing that he didn't dodge, Hongmao felt more and more provoked, and with all his strength, he punched him in the face——

Pietro smiled mysteriously.

For a moment, everyone's movements were still on the spot except him.

In fact, it should not be said to be still, "extremely slow movement" is more appropriate, because it is not that they are fixed, but that the speed of the otaku is far above them.

Probably in multiples of thousands.

The silver-haired young man reached out to hold the red-haired big fist, twisted it easily, threw him in the air, and adjusted his posture to face down for him.

He originally wanted to just leave like this, but when he caught a glimpse of his girlfriend who was about to scream with her mouth wide open next to the red hair, he flashed to her with a move of his mind.

Curiosity flashed in his eyes, and he became more playful, and leaned closer, as if he wanted to kiss the girl's lips.

Then he kept on moving forward.

Pietro didn't touch her.Because he suddenly felt...a little sick.

Disgusted to the point of not wanting to kiss.

It may be that she opened her mouth wide, making her look ugly.he thinks.

So he reached out and lifted the girl's chin, helping her close her mouth.

He leaned forward again.

Before getting close this time, the little otaku unconsciously showed disgust on his face, and hurriedly backed away.

To say that the girl's lips are actually decently shaped, and she has lip gloss on, is nothing to be ashamed of.

But Pietro just hates it.

He walked around the girl a few times, and found that he really couldn't overcome the psychological barrier, and his face was swollen into two buns.

Didn't you say that you can kiss anyone you want? Lie to him.

Hayley Stoker is a liar.

He put on the earphones angrily and evaporated instantly.

The disappearance of the silver-haired young man seemed to press the switch to end the stillness, and the scene returned to normal.

The red hair fell heavily on the ground, his face was on the ground, grinning his teeth in pain, and yelled at the same time inexplicably: "I'm going to beat you up, bastard!"

Where are there people.

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Pietro, who ran out a few streets, had nothing to do, wandering in the street.

The streets are full of bright and beautiful women, carrying shopping bags, with two long white legs under their skirts.

It's like salted fish in his eyes.It was before, and it still is.

Pietro was troubled and frustrated.He's probably always been a jerk.

Passing by the bookstore, there was a man at the door reading "Tomato Pictorial".

The silver-haired young man glanced casually, lacking in interest.This pictorial has always only published pictures of unpopular actresses, as well as boring entertainment gossip, and he usually doesn't even bother to read them.

As they passed by, the man reading the pictorial turned a page.

Out of boredom, Pietro took another look behind the man and put his hands in his pockets.

He didn't take two steps when he walked out, when he suddenly realized that the petrification was in the local area.

Looking back, facing the innocent man who read the newspaper, the little otaku looked fierce.

A gust of hurricane blew past, faster than the tip of a needle hitting the ground, and the pictorial in the man's hand disappeared.

There was a knock at the door of Maximov's house, and Mrs. Maximov went to open the door. Suddenly, something rushed into the house.

"Mom, I'm back." The person disappeared faster than the sound.

"Peter." The wine glass in Mrs. Maximov's hand almost fell off. She was used to this way of greeting and continued to sip the orange-gold wine in the glass. "You better not cause trouble outside today."

No one answered her.

The youngest daughter ran over with a fairy wand, raised her face and said, "Brother is reading in the basement."

"Oh, that's right." Mrs. Maximov closed the door, suddenly choked on the wine in her throat, and coughed continuously, "What do you say he is doing?"

The magazine flipped rapidly in Pietro's hand, and when it turned to a certain page, it stopped abruptly like turning off a switch.

The eyes of the silver-haired young man were sparkling.

He is looking at an advertisement.

The slogan is too attractive, just like the blond Persian cat endorsed on the page.

No, that's what she should have said.

The black ink makes the typeface very large, deliberately twisted into a voluptuous shape.

The beauty with red lips has misty eyes, her back is windward, and her blond hair is lifted to her face. The more she hides her style, the more she becomes more flamboyant, like a famous flower growing wantonly.

Lips are tender cherries dripping water, inviting people to pick them.

"Lick my lipstick off," the ad said.

The Adam's apple in Pietro's neck rolled.

He suddenly "beeped", tore off the page of advertising paper with Haili, went to the table, and quietly hid it in the bottom of the drawer.

The dimples on the cheeks of the silver-haired otaku were deep and round, and his eyes were curved, like an obedient little silver fox.

Who knows if there is a belly full of bad water hidden.

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