Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

"Why are you so sure it's me?" Chris skillfully stepped on female steps to guide Peter's steps, and the spread of the skirt surged on the ground with his movements, and he slightly raised his eyes and lips. She smiled very lazily, with some long and soft teasing in her tone, "Aren't you afraid of admitting your mistakes?"

"My intuition is very accurate." Peter hugged the slender waist in his arms, and turned around to the music in a strange way.He is now starting to feel annoyed about his slow treatment of the prom. He neither prepared a decent enough dress nor practiced the dance steps as early as his classmates. If his motor nerves were not outstanding enough, Chris would be a good The on-the-spot instructor, it is estimated that he should stumble with his left foot and fall to the ground with his right foot now, instead of holding his sweetheart to occupy the entire dance floor under the envious and jealous eyes of all the men, and his intimate appearance makes those who are ready to mock him The little bastards are so angry that their eyes are bursting with fire.

Peter has to admit that this feeling is really indescribably comfortable, he has never enjoyed such treatment, but he has always been the low-key and quiet one after going through many graduation parties-maybe once or twice he A little out of the limelight, but most of the time, his status as a hero makes him passively or actively miss a lot of fun that belongs to ordinary people. He can't invite girls to his prom as he likes, and he can't agree An invitation from a girl who might mean something to him, for her safety as well as his own.

That's the right thing to do, but Peter can't deny the joy and happiness of falling on the dance floor with the person he loves in his arms like this. He has never been so deeply aware of his high school prom Today, I am about to open a new chapter in my life.After today, he will be able to bid farewell to the group of little bastards in school whose brains are over-occupied by muscles, throw away the messy gossip, read from one side of the hill to the other side of the hill, the scenery along the way, and his The scenery that I thought I hadn't remembered clearly for a long time suddenly became vivid in my memory.

Like being in a dream.

Peter's feet felt light and he couldn't step on the ground. The dim and blurred lights and the soothing and soft waltz enhanced this suggestion. His blue eyes reflected a foolish self with a smile all over his face.

What he holds in his arms is the stunning beauty that makes anyone fascinated by it. That beautiful face can be painted with a frown and a smile. The lustrous luster, Peter lowered his eyes, staring at the strange face.

The face is unfamiliar, but the soul is the same, the eyes are the same, and the soft and smiling tone is the same when he speaks. He looks at those blue eyes and smiles, and naturally recalls Ke Reese's beautiful light-colored pupils, Peter's arms folded, and the soft waist under the palms reminded him of a soft and boneless snake for no reason. fangs.

There is no doubt that Chris has an indescribably strange similarity with a snake. It is a kind of highly poisonous snake that is silent and docile, and makes a harmless posture. With the only air in his body, Nobuko rubbed between his neck, lips and tongue, and the fangs burned lightly and delicately, and a little heavier turned back to the imprint of death.

It's frightening, but also sweet.

Who cares.

Peter just wanted to kiss his lover.

Regardless of whether he is a poisonous snake or a demon.

He just wants to be like every brainless kid who has been dazzled by love, embracing his lover regardless, chasing a passionate, lingering, crazy hot kiss with all his soul.

Chris has a light and sweet fragrance that belongs to a girl, but there is still a clear breath of mint and rosemary mixed between his lips and teeth. Their kiss happened at the end of the waltz and the beginning of the rock music, and the melody drum beat suddenly Between the crowd of demons pouring into the dance floor, there seems to be only such a kiss among the screams and roars, and the silence is so lingering that it makes the heart beat faster.

The prom has a buff bonus. For the little bastards who wear dresses uncomfortably and dance a little lamely to pretend to step into the world of adults, it seems that they really have the privileges of adults on this day-of course, Indeed, most of them have indeed crossed the threshold of adulthood, but the feeling at the moment of their birthday is not as vivid and profound as it is at this time.

Peter didn't touch a drop of wine, but he was already starting to feel a little drunk. He was leaning on the sofa, holding the juice and biting the straw with his teeth. All he could see was the man sitting next to him, sipping snacks. Chris, next to Ned's ramblings are completely in the left ear and out of the right ear without passing through his mind at all, and the way he nodded in a perfunctory manner makes people want to knock his head and pour him a dozen more glasses Horrible vegetable juice.

thought Ned bitterly.

Fortunately, Chris was still willing to give him a little response, although Ned didn't know that the beautiful and elegant unknown girl sitting in front of him was Chris, and he thought that his good friend Peter had something wrong with his brain. Things that violate moral standards are in two boats, worrying about insinuations, trying to get something right out of Peter's mouth.

Chris put down the snack in his hand, and slowly wiped the corners of his mouth with a paper towel. His elegant and calm look reminded Ned of Peter's Mr. Elf, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. The aesthetics are really quite consistent, and I am not afraid that the two boats under my feet are too happy to accidentally capsize.

"I'm...Chris came here to help." Chris made up nonsense so casually that he didn't need to think about it, anyway, he made up his own lies, so he would never reveal his truth, "He was not worried about Peter coming alone. "

Chris, who has thousands of vests, added a personal design to himself without changing his face. Peter, who didn't listen to them at all, nodded foolishly. Seeing Chris's innocent and sincere face, he still didn't say it on the spot. He glanced at the dazed Peter and swallowed his words back, thinking that he still had a chance to catch Peter out alone.

Peter's aesthetics were so consistent, which made Ned deeply realize that the girl in front of him was as full of twists and turns as that Mr. Elf, and it was not comparable to his rank.

The one who was more entangled than him and wanted to have a good talk with Peter was probably Uncle Ben who heard the big news of "Peter has a girlfriend" from a friend he knew a few days later.

It turned out that he was still working hard to do ideological work for Aunt Mei, trying to gradually and subtly let Aunt Mei accept Peter's different sexual orientation. Uncle Ben struggled for two or three days, full of thoughts about whether Peter likes cute or not. Do you still like cute boys, or what if you like both of them—this kind of trouble.

He was so entangled that he wanted to keep his nephew who was happily stuffing a condom in the trunk compartment at home and not go to the UK trip organized by Mr. Stark. To be honest, Uncle Ben looked at it from the perspective of an honest and simple middle-aged American male. Come on, superheroes are a little bit... gay these days.

I really don't know if the times have changed or he has changed. When I was a child, I didn't feel so subtle when I saw Captain America's tight suit.

Perhaps the cute girls active on some of the forums are also to blame for this, given their (and some of them's) love of superheroes, and toned bodies wrapped in leotards and battle suits. Kudos to, passionately creating something ahem, and… ahem.

Thankfully, a considerable number of superheroes have not discovered this secret garden belonging to superhero fans, such as a certain Mr. Steve Rogers who can never keep up with the times and still uses a classic machine.

Even though his good comrade-in-arms, Sergeant Barnes, has not fully recovered his spirit for a long time and is still in the process of semi-imprisonment awaiting trial, he has already learned how to use the high-tech that is too complicated in the eyes of Captain America. product.

Captain America unilaterally blamed it on the fact that he was busy with missions all over the world, and Bucky had to wait until the psychological evaluation was passed before he could pass the newly signed draft of the Super-British Act as a crime and meritorious service. Make a conclusion, get rid of the current state of semi-imprisonment and appear in front of the public.

So Bucky, who is currently doing nothing in his Brooklyn apartment every day with a round face, can of course master the usage of modern technology faster than him.

Captain America is unilaterally so convinced, even though Tony mercilessly mocks him and exposes his pathetic cover-up, half-forcingly replacing him with a super-bad new smartphone.

Cough cough, the topic is getting too far. In short, for Mr. Peter Parker, although Chris's appearance at the high school prom was a surprise, it seems that it is not so exciting after offsetting the follow-up minor troubles. Besides, after the dance, there was nothing more exciting that he had been looking forward to for a long time—Peter had expected it a long time ago, after all, Chris was an out-and-out control freak, and they had agreed to let their If the relationship goes one step further, it would be an absolute crime one day earlier.

Peter knew it.

His only hope now is to travel to England during the summer vacation. For this reason, he deliberately consulted a British friend of Barry’s colleague’s father’s comrade-in-arms—Mr. Watson, a military doctor who once served in Afghanistan. It took nearly a month to formulate a well-thought-out and beautiful UK travel plan.

Then it was "lost" on the counter of the store as if nothing had happened a few days before departure.

That is why the first stop of their trip landed in Edinburgh, rather than London, which Mr. Mycroft Holmes strongly invited.

It's August and there's no better place to be than the Edinburgh Festival.