Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"...Finally, this is the bedroom where you can sleep if...Mr. Kent?"

Cynthia turned around, and found that Clark hadn't followed.

"Mr. Kent?"

She yelled again, and just as she was about to prepare herself vigilantly, she heard Clark respond weakly: "Yes! I'm here..."

Cynthia:?

Cynthia took a few steps forward and saw that he was holding on to the door frame of the bedroom, and hesitantly poked his head in, with his toes touching the boundary line separating the corridor and the bedroom, not daring to cross the threshold.

Cynthia: "? What are you doing?"

"I..." Clark blushed, "I think...uh...this is your bedroom, I don't want to come in."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows.

"I won't do anything to you." She looked at him and said playfully.

The temperature on Clark's face spread directly to the base of his ears.

"No, no, no! That's not what I meant!" He hurriedly explained, "I mean, my mother taught me not to enter a girl's bedroom casually, it's impolite."

I knew he was a pure boy, but I didn't expect him to be like this.

Now it was Cynthia's turn to be surprised.

She looked him up and down again, and then gave a meaningful "huh" under Clark's embarrassed gaze.

"Well—" she said, "you've never been in a girl's bedroom?"

The top of Clark's head was about to smoke.

"I...I..." He stammered aggrievedly and with difficulty, his blue eyes watery from being bullied, "I... didn't..."

"what."

Cynthia laughed, then stopped quickly.

She coughed: "Cough. It's okay, it's nothing, your mother is right. But now you can use your first time."

Clark: "..."

The little reporter chooses to start backing off before the conversation gets even weirder.

"I think... just forget it." As he said that, his huge body shrank back with a strange softness, "I'd better find another place to settle down, and I can't keep bothering you like this ..."

"Wait, wait..." Cynthia quickly stopped, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. If you don't come in, don't come in. I'm just worried, you won't use my bedroom, where will you sleep in the future? "

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, and began to settle the accounts with his fingers: "I remember that there is a small storage room on the first floor. I can clear the space and buy a small bed..."

Cynthia: "..."

Cynthia looked at her exquisite bedroom. Although it is not as luxurious and spacious as the master bedroom in Wayne Manor, it can be regarded as comfortable and warm, especially the mattresses, sheets, quilts, and pillows that she bought at a large price because she recognized the bed. After the set of procedures, lying on it is simply a palace-level enjoyment.

Clark was still imagining his little bed over there: "...it doesn't need to be very beautiful, just an iron one, just buy a mattress, and then bring the four-piece set that my mother gave me, it's exactly the same as the one in my home room gone."

Clark: Nice.

Cynthia: "..."

[I don't know why, although there is still something wrong, I start to think that he is not a bad person. ] Cynthia said to Wuni with mixed feelings.

【…】 Wu Ni was silent for a while, and then said, 【But you don't intend to give up the investigation, do you? 】

[Of course, kindness cannot stop curiosity. 】

"Okay, okay." Cynthia clapped her hands, "arrange the storage room as you like, as long as I don't lose my things."

"I will," said Clark confidently. "Thank you again, Ms. Cynthia. I'll take care of your house."

"Yes, yes." Cynthia perfunctory, pretending to ask casually, "By the way, you work at the Daily Planet, right? This place is far away from the Daily Planet, why would you want to live here?"

Clark scratched his hair: "Well... I don't really care about the distance between the company and the address. You understand, as long as you get up earlier."

"That's right, you're right." Cynthia nodded approvingly, and then said to Wu Ni in her mind: [I suspect he has superpowers in terms of speed. 】

Wu Ni: 【...Yes, continue. 】

Cynthia continued: "That's good. When will you move here?"

Clark: "I don't have a lot of luggage. The hotel is close to here these days, and I can come here today. So you can rest assured to hand over the keys to me, and I will help you fix the living room and the door..."

"Very good." Cynthia interrupted him, "It just so happens that I have a show at the Metropolis tomorrow. Since you don't use my bedroom, I'll live here today as well."

Clark:? ? ? ? ! ! ! !

Clark: "Huh?????"

"What's the matter?" Cynthia snickered, pretending to be puzzled on the surface, "You sleep on your sofa, and I sleep in my bedroom. Is there anything inappropriate?"

"No, no, no, no... But, but... I think... I..." Clark stammered.

"Then it's fine."

Cynthia turned a deaf ear to his point after turning the corner, directly took out the key, pulled the little reporter's wide palm, and put it in with a "snap".

"Okay, I'll hand over the key to you." Cynthia looked at him leisurely, "Go and come back quickly, I'm still waiting for you to come back and tidy up the living room and the door."

Slowly, slowly, Clark lowered his head, looked at the small (it looked small against his palm) key in his palm, and swallowed involuntarily.

sunset.

Clark dragged the old-fashioned suitcase, stood in the alley, looked at the wooden cabin opposite, and hesitated.

He was very grateful for Cynthia's help, and he didn't resist being a roommate with her for one night, nor did he hate the goddess of moonlight herself.

only……

The part of Clark's consciousness that belongs to Superman is automatically turned on, and a dark color flashes inside.

If B finds out about this, then...

Clark shuddered, and the retreat in his heart was sounded by the villain again.

He took out his mobile phone, and was about to escape from the hotel room for another night, when the screen lit up, a message appeared in front of him with a "ding dong".

[You have a new unread text message from: Jimmy Olson]

Clark clicked in.

【fro Jimmy

Hi!Clark!it's me!

I guess you must have had a great time chatting with Luna, right?The house thing must be done, right?Good brother, you are promising, don't forget to take me with you in the future.

Now that you've found a place to stay, I'll check out the hotel for you.Retiring at noon just saves money.

Don't thank me.

yourho，j·o】

Clark: "..."

A small crack appeared on the membrane of Clark's phone.

He was startled, quickly restrained his strength, wiped off the newly-applied cell phone film that had just cost three dollars in distress, looked up at the small house again, and sighed faintly.

b, I'm sorry.

"Nice to know to come back before the sun goes out completely."

Cynthia leaned against the door frame, looked at Clark standing at a loss in the entrance, and said sarcastically, "I thought you committed a crime and were arrested by Superman and sent to the police station to make a statement."

Clark: "..."

Clark touched his nose and said vaguely, "I...it's unlikely that such a thing will happen."

Cynthia snorted.

"Okay. It's getting dark, when are you going to help me fix the gate and the living room?" she asked, "I don't want my house to be a haunted house for kids to explore."

"I can fix it now, please wait for me." Clark said, rolling up his sleeves.

After counting 10 minutes, a brand new porch appeared in front of Cynthia.

"Okay." Clark held up a hammer and showed her a simple smile.

"Very powerful." Cynthia stroked his chin and praised him, "Small town boy, huh?"

Clark scratched his head sheepishly.

"This is a skill that every boy who grows up on a farm must learn. It's nothing special." He said humbly.

Cynthia turned around, waved her hand, and signaled him to come in, while casually saying: "You can use this skill to help others, this is what makes you amazing. Well, come in, have you had dinner yet?"

Clark followed her with a suitcase, very moved: "Thank you, thank you, you are too famous."

Cynthia:?

Cynthia turned her head and looked at him strangely: "What are you talking about? I just asked you if you had dinner."

"Ah, I'm sorry..." Clark lowered his head with red ears, "No, I haven't...uh, I haven't had time to eat yet."

"That's right." Cynthia said, "I bought some ingredients, but I haven't processed them yet. Wait for me for a while."

"Wait a moment!"

Clark's eyes lit up.

"Let me handle it! I'll make dinner!"

Cynthia raised her eyebrows secretly satisfied.

She turned her head and said hesitantly, "Ah, this is not good."

"It's okay!" Clark was very happy. "I'm very grateful that you can rent the house to me. It just happens to help you cook a dinner. It's not a big deal."

Cynthia: "Okay then. The kitchen is around the corner, and everything in it is intact."

Wu Ni interjected at the right time: 【Really? 】

Cynthia: [Shut up. 】

after an hour.

Clark, wearing Cynthia's floral apron and furry oven mitts, whipped out a table of delicacies with gusto.

Cynthia glanced at it.

Apple pie, roast turkey, pumpkin soup, banana salad, fish fillet with ginger ale.

It is indeed very rich.

And it fits perfectly with Cynthia's rustic wooden cabin, which looks like it's on the set of Lord of the Rings.

"Well, not bad." Cynthia praised while eating, "It's delicious, you're pretty good at it."

Clark smiled: "Compared to my mother's craftsmanship, it's still not worth mentioning."

"By the way," Cynthia asked casually, looking down at the dishes, "Is everything okay in the kitchen? Did you encounter any difficulties when cooking?"

Clark froze for a moment.

Before he could speak, Cynthia took it on her own: "Ah, I asked too much. You are doing so well, and you don't seem to be in trouble."

Clark: "Uh..."

Sweat broke out on Clark's forehead: "No, that's right, I didn't encounter any difficulties, haha."

Cynthia didn't answer, but put down the tableware, wiped her mouth gracefully, and looked up at him.

"Really?" She said playfully, "But I checked it just now, and the gas stove in the kitchen is obviously broken."