Across Marvel: I Lost Iron Man

Chapter 100 The Campfire Two
"Brother, you are right, we should have our own business."

Saul could only follow his words.

"Bartender, come again—"

Before the words were finished, the New York Beer God of War passed out after drinking two glasses of beer.

"Hey! Wake up, you haven't paid me yet!"

Sol shook Eric hard, but Eric was already drunk and passed out, and finally Sol found some small change in his pocket and paid.

In the caravan on the outskirts of the frontier, Jane Foster read with gusto a book of Norse mythology.

"Bang Bang Bang-"

There was a hasty knock on the door, and Jane Foster was taken aback. In this wilderness, who would come back to find her at night?

rogue?

Passing by?
She shivered and lifted the thin quilt covering her body.

"who is it?"

"It's me, Thor."

When the familiar voice came, Jane Foster heaved a sigh of relief, patted her chest that was trembling with excitement, and opened the car door.

Sol carried Eric for more than ten kilometers and finally found this place.

"Oh my god, is he all right?"

Jane Foster stared dumbfounded at Sol, who was like no one else.

"Of course it's fine, he's not hurt."

Saul looked at Jane Foster, whose belt was loose, and his eyes were gradually attracted by the two thighs sticking out from under her robe, what perfect jade legs.

White as snow and tender as lotus root, as transparent as jade and as smooth as satin, with a holy radiance, the snow-like suet-like skin extends upwards along two graceful curves, disappearing under the white robe , adding a bit of mysterious temptation, making people more curious about the intersection of these two perfect curves, and generating dreamlike reverie.
"boom--"

Eric hit his head against the car door.

"Oh, sorry my friend."

Sol secretly scolded himself for being worthless, and he was too busy looking at beauties, forgetting that he was still carrying a big man.

"what happened?"

Jane Foster turned slightly to let Saul carry Eric.

Saul was practically rubbing her body on the car.

Jane Foster, who was dressed in simple clothes, was brushed by the majestic Sol, just like standing in the wilderness in spring and being blown by the gentle spring breeze, the hair on her body was gently and soothing to the extreme.

Unknowingly, I put all my body's attention on the skin of the thigh, and every nerve ending here is excited to the maximum to catch the very slight touch, so the skin of the thigh started to become sensitive.

She coughed lightly to relieve the strangeness in her body.

"What happened? What happened to Eric?"

Sol couldn't help looking at her two jade girl peaks, and hurriedly got up to open the door, this chick didn't seem to be wearing a corset.

"We went to drink, he drank too much."

Sol laughed.

"Put him to bed quickly."

Jane Foster couldn't believe how the relationship between the two had suddenly become so good, and looked at Sol suspiciously.

"Hahaha, I still don't believe you are Thor, let's drink three more cups!"

The drunk Eric laughed wildly, and patted Sol's shoulder fiercely.

"No problem, let's fight another day."

Sol laughed, then turned and walked to the car door.

Jane Foster hurriedly followed, the difference in height between the two was almost two heads, so in this small space, Jane Foster seemed a bit clingy.

"Is this your secret room?"

Sol condescendingly looked at the beautiful girl in front of him, the golden and soft shawl and long hair were casually scattered on his chest, which more and more brought out the beauty's grace and charm;
Jane Foster noticed the man's scorching gaze, and unconsciously clasped his arms tightly. Unexpectedly, two basic points became more prominent
"Uh, this is a temporary arrangement. Sorry, I don't have many guests here."

She turned around and hurriedly cleaned up the small kitchen that came with the caravan. Unwashed dishes and leftover juice filled the sink.

"Actually, I don't have any guests here. Can we go out and talk?"

Sol, who was fascinated by beauty, was still thinking about what brother Eric said just now - Jane Foster likes you.

His eyes are full of the feeling of first love, well, Thor has never been in love for more than 1000 years, and there is only fighting in his world!fighting!fighting!
Hearing what Jane Foster said, he smiled awkwardly.
"Yes, of course."

"It's cold outside, do you want to pick up some wood and let's make a small brazier?"

Jane Foster took a suggested campfire rack from the car.

After some tossing, the two sat around the bonfire, and Jane Foster put a thick fleece coat on her body, covering her beautiful figure.

"I come here when I can't sleep, or I want to restore a certain data, or Darcy makes me unhappy, actually think about it, I often come here, I'm glad you are safe and sound."

The cold wind blew, ruffling her hair.

Saul who was sitting beside her seemed to be able to smell the charming shampoo. Seeing her moving face covered by the bonfire, Saul was moved.

"You treated me very well, but I didn't thank you very much."

The facial features are correct, the skin is fairer than snow, the color of the city, there is a kind of beauty, the figure is slender and graceful, the rosy face is charming, the willow eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the snow-white skin is smooth and tender.

Jane Foster shrugged and said,

"I hit you a few times with my car and we evened it out."

Men like to see beautiful women, and beautiful women like to see handsome men.

Saul has blond hair, blue eyes, a handsome face full of masculine charm, and his strong and tall figure, which made Jane Foster, who has seen his six-pack abs, two-pack pectoral muscles, and perfect vest line, fall in love with him fan.

Sol stared at her intently.
"Maybe I asked for it, oh yes"

(End of this chapter)