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

Cyril raised her hands with great effort and hugged Clark's waist.

This kind of behavior similar to coquetry and showing weakness is really not decent in the eyes of elves.

But who told him that his head was set on the wrong string, and he knocked on other people's doors crying in the middle of the night, and he had done even more indecent things, so it was nothing now.

Clark gently stroked the elf's head, and the blond hair that had already been scattered was spread on his body, like cold silk, which made people love it.

He didn't know he was so sticky.

But hugging is really a wonderful thing.

The two people breathe intertwined, their limbs are tightly pressed, and they share each other's body temperature without any grievances. The intimacy is not too extreme, making people so addicted, without any reason at all.

No one thought about whether such a long hug exceeded the boundary between friends and comrades in arms. Cyril leaned on Clark's body, relying on his body temperature to resist the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

"The chair is not comfortable." After a while, Cyril, who was sitting on the office chair, suddenly raised her head and said without end.

Clark bent down slightly and picked him up horizontally, "Then go to the sofa."

Cyril buried her head on Clark's neck, and her cold exhalation gently touched the ears of the other party. It was refreshing and had a sweet smell of alcohol, which always made Clark feel as if he was hugging a temperature-changing animal.

"Feeling better?" Clark asked.

Cyril's hand was tightly clutching Clark's skirt, and large transparent cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He shook his head: "It's hard."

Clark was so dragged by him that he had to lower his head, and pressed his palm against his forehead, his hands were cold.

"Go to Fortress of Solitude, maybe Krypton's medical equipment can make you feel better."

Cyril raised her head and thought for a while, "I want to see the plants on Alpha Centauri 4."

Clark didn't hesitate: "Okay."

He kept the posture of hugging, stood up, opened the window of the office, and flew towards the vast white snow field of Antarctica, and used his biological magnetic field to block the oncoming wind for the elves along the way, creating a Create an airtight little world.

In fact, there are still many things to do now.

Most people in "Brightness" are busy with their feet on the ground, not only dealing with the media, but also adjusting the newly arrived equipment, negotiating technology transfer projects with the Osborne Group, and responding to inquiries from the United Nations and the US government... …

But as long as these things are not necessary for him, Clark is ready to take Cyril to escape here temporarily to see the uninhabited planet full of colorful and strange plants that he fell in love with at first sight.

Just like no matter how many grievances I received in school, as long as I lie on the bed at night, watching my mother Martha pick up the yellowed fairy tale book and tell those bedtime stories that I have already heard, the bedside lamp glows. Under the dim and warm light, little Clark seemed to have entered a magical world, contented, and left the troubles of the day behind.

He is sorry that there is no such place in Cyril's world that can soothe pain and anxiety, but he is willing to be such a place.

Still following the same road as last time, the two soon came to their hometown.

The air here has a high oxygen content, and the pollen in the air is a bit annoying, but it brings a fresh and slightly sweet taste.

Cyril jumped off Clark and sat on a high branch.The elf's body was very light. Even though the branch was not thick, it did not bend downwards. Clark floated opposite him, and the cloak behind him fluttered slightly with the breeze.

"It's very similar to the place where I was born." Siril pointed to the green grass on the ground, a faint smile appeared on his pale face, "I was just born, I fell on the ground, and I stepped on a A little grass like this."

Clark looked at the green grass with the same eyes as him, and a naked elf boy seemed to have appeared in front of his eyes. He slowly opened his eyes and saw the whole world for the first time.

"Do you miss home?"

"Only occasionally."

The two of them didn't say anything meaningful, they just chatted one after another, and Cyril's body temperature gradually returned to his usual temperature.The stars and satellites of Planet Alpha hang on the distant horizon at the same time, emitting orange-red light together, and there is a furry red-gold rim around it. This is a rose-colored dawn.Following the downward arc of the ridge, you can see a small sunken lake a few hundred meters away. The clear blue-green water trembles like a drop of soft tears.

Cyril suddenly reached out and placed the fingertips on Clark's right cheek.

Clark, who was floating side by side on the left side of the elf, turned around with some doubts and looked at him.

Two seconds later, before Clark could react, two soft and cool lips were pressed against the corners of his lips.

The force was very light, so light that it seemed to be blown by a breeze, or lifted by a light feather.

Light as nothing, yet heavy as a thousand jun.

Clark's heart was pounding.

He seems to have returned to the time when he was a child and couldn't control his abilities, and people all over the world were talking in his ears, causing a thousand TV programs to play at the same time.

Cyril closed her eyes, her fan-shaped eyelashes spread out under her eyes, and her eyes rolled slightly under her thin eyelids.

He didn't even actually kiss, just touched.

Even because of the posture of turning his head, the touch was a little crooked.

Cyril then opened her eyes, raised her head, and retreated a bit.

"A human kiss," the elf chuckled, his eyes filled with a relaxed smile, as if nothing had happened just now, "it seems not bad."

He was about to turn his head away and continue to look at the dark red bouquet blooming on the opposite tree, but suddenly Clark held the back of his head tightly.The handsome and upright Kryptonian youth leaned over, frowning slightly unconsciously, holding the elf's slender and flexible waist with his powerful left hand.

Cyril suddenly felt a rare sense of oppression on Clark.

This sense of oppression comes from the gap in body size and muscles, from being too close, and from the vigorous hormones of male creatures of other races.

Man of Steel's lips were warm and soft.

The tips of their noses touch each other lightly, their ears rubbing against their temples.

All Cyril remembered was that Clark's blue eyes flickered like stars.

They are both a little young, and compared to a pair of lovers asking for each other's body temperature, they are more like two little animals sniffing around each other.

The wind rustled through the leaves.

At the end, it was Cyril who pushed Clark away first. His hand was placed on the opponent's strong and broad chest, and he got out of the opponent's control a little bit.

He said: "Go back, I suddenly don't like these flowers and trees."

The vivid and lively elves who just hugged others to keep warm suddenly disappeared.

The rippling water in his eyes froze, and his red lips gradually faded from being sucked. He looked at this uninhabited land full of wonderful plants, his brows were calm, like a statue standing in a temple, holy and elegant cruel.

A flash of blue-purple portal quietly appeared behind Cyril, and the elf who seemed to have eyes behind him took a step back, submerging his figure in the light.

Clark followed closely.

A drowning person, should he hold on to the driftwood and fall into the deep sea together, or let the driftwood float quietly to the safe shore?

Cyril thought of Clark's eyes with vast beauty like a starry sky.

Is it a luxury to think that this piece of driftwood can take him out of this sea together?

The author has something to say: Yesterday, because of a fever, I stayed in the hospital until 4:2000 in the morning before going home. I can write more at home.

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