[Comprehensive British and American] After the mage traveled through the super British world

Clark hardly knew how to face the current situation.

He hurriedly pulled Cyril into the door, wanting to give him a hug, but when he saw the large piece of moist skin exposed by the other party's neckline, he put down his hands again, and finally closed the door and gently wiped his tears.

"What's wrong? Did something bad happen?" Clark said softly, with some distress that he didn't realize.

The elf nodded, and then shook his head vigorously, his eyes that should have been rippling with blue waves were dead silent.

He didn't know whether he was alive or dead, whether everything in front of him was a dream or reality.I can't feel my own breathing, I can't feel the flow of air, Dormammu's old human face, Heinciri's eyes that seem to be painted with poison/drugs, the arm that the dwarf craftsman raises and falls when he forges iron... everything is chaotic The scene flashed in front of his eyes, and the disordered memory and randomly inserted books made people extremely confused.

"Clark, tell me, am I still alive?"

Clark's fingertips were warm and slightly dry, brushing the smooth skin under the corners of Cyril's eyes, wiping away the tear stains, gently with an irresistible force, but as cautious as a teenager kissing his sweetheart for the first time , he said, "You're alive, you're fine, it's very safe here."

Cyril raised her head abruptly, feeling some itching on her face.

His gaze passed through Clark's straight nose, stayed for a while at the sharp and somewhat square jaw of the other party, and finally landed on the slender neck.

There was red blood flowing under the skin of the neck, and the slightly protruding Adam's apple trembled up and down.

The elf involuntarily stretched out his hand, pressed it on the throbbing carotid artery, and gently pinched the opponent's Adam's apple, then slid his fingertips down, and pressed it on the opponent's heart.

His movements are very light, like a young bird resting on a tree branch, with soft feathers.

But the Kryptonian's heartbeat was chaotic, but it was very lively, throbbing.

The sound of heartbeat, the sound of blood flowing regularly in the blood vessels, this kind of vitality hit Xi Ruier at once.

It was like a huge stone hit his heart, making him realize that he is fine, he is alive, he is back.

The people in front of him brought him an unprecedented sense of reality, those phantoms were like the sea water at low tide, receding slowly, revealing the soft sand on the shore.

He didn't know how ambiguous his actions were just now, and Clark's face was completely flushed.

If in front of him was Tony, who was known for being romantic, or Saul, who was thrown into his arms every time he came back from a victory, Cyril would probably have been pushed to the bed by now.

But the person standing in front of him now is Clark.

He just stretched out the hand that had just wiped away the elf's tears, and covered the other's hand that was still on his chest with his wide palm. The palm lines rubbed against the back of his hand, and there was some slight resistance.

Cyril was like a cat that was suddenly caught by its owner and touched its belly. It felt a little comfortable, but it habitually resisted and wanted to pull out its hand.

Clark pressed his hand.

Then the big young man opened his arms and gave Cyril a full hug.

The difference in height between the two was six or seven centimeters, just enough for Clark to raise his chin and place it on top of Cyril's head.

"Don't be afraid, I'm right here."

Cyril's head was pressed against his chest, and he said in a muffled voice, "I'm not afraid."

Clark blinked his eyes lightly following his words, and said solemnly, "Well, you're not afraid."

Cyril: "..."

Why does it sound so much like coaxing a child?

After a few seconds, Cyril struggled to raise his head in Clark's arms, while the other party looked down at him, enveloping him with gentle eyes, airtight.

This touch of being close to other creatures made the elf's skin crawl, but his hands were held and his waist was buckled, he couldn't escape, and he didn't want to escape in his heart.

After having a nightmare, I cried and went to find someone, and the other party gave me the most gentle comfort and a tight hug.

This feeling is so good, as if he is living in this world, and there is still such a person who regards him as a precious thing.

So those deaths, losses, and pains can be delayed for a while, giving him a chance to catch his breath before running back to pierce his heart.

But in the end, Cyril still left Clark's embrace, and lowered her head, with some messy hair hanging by her ears, looking fluffy.He said embarrassingly: "I ran over and knocked on the door suddenly in the middle of the night, so I disturbed you."

"How could it be?" Clark's eyes were clear and sincere, "My door can always be open for you."

Cyril: "Aren't you going to ask me why I did this?"

Clark shook his head slowly: "If you want to talk, I'll listen. If you don't want to, then I won't ask."

After saying this, Clark turned around, poured a glass of milk for the elf, opened his fingers, and stuffed the water glass into his hand.

Entering the stomach with mellow milk, people couldn't help but let out a long breath.Cyril looked at Clark sitting opposite him, and asked abruptly, "How does it feel to be treated like a god?"

Clark was visibly taken aback.

"A little uncomfortable..." He thought for a while, but the answer was very simple, "Tired, afraid of doing wrong things, afraid of disappointing people who believe in themselves. But sometimes it feels worthwhile, although I am not really God."

Xi Ruier held the water glass, nodded slightly, and let out an oh.

Clark took the empty cup from his hand and put it on the table. Looking at the elf's pitiful look, he went to the bathroom cabinet and took out a comb, and slowly combed his hair neatly.

Feeling the fine-toothed comb brushing her scalp, Cyril couldn't help but blurt out: "Can you promise me a request?"

Clark's hands froze.

"Don't die, and don't disappear into this world,"

The gentle black-haired young man didn't answer Xi Ruier immediately, but after combing his hair slowly, he squatted down on the sofa where he was sitting, looked straight into his eyes from bottom to top, and said apologetically : "I really want to agree. But I really don't want to lie to you and tell you that I will definitely be here forever. So I can only say that I will do my best to make everyone I protect feel safe, and I will My people value life. But on day one as Superman, I was ready to die,"

"You didn't perfunctory me." A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Cyril's mouth, that kind of smile from the heart seemed to be able to light up the entire night sky, "That's very good."

Clark wanted to say something more, but Cyril suddenly lay down hugging the pillow on the sofa, closed his eyes, "Let me sleep for a while, I shouldn't have any more nightmares here."

The elf lay on the not-so-soft fabric sofa, curled up slightly, like a fetus still conceived in a tree.

Clark lightly turned off the light, smoothed the quilt for the other party, and then stood there, quietly watching the elf's sleeping face.

After more than ten minutes, Clark heard the other party's breathing gradually became steady and long, and Clark slowly bent down, and placed a light kiss on Cyril's smooth forehead.

He was clear.

When you feel like a human being is both powerful and vulnerable, like a god and like a child, you're screwed.