Charles woke up and saw Aisha nestled on his chest, sleeping peacefully, with a snow-white face, delicate eyebrows and eyes. He bowed his head and kissed her on the corner of her mouth, and he couldn't express his liking.

"Do you like me that much?" She opened her eyes, because she just woke up, her tone was vague, as soft and sweet as cotton candy.

Charles pulled her wristband around his neck, his eyes were deep, and he pressed his lips to hers, his voice was hoarse: "I want to eat you if I like it."

Aisha felt as if there was an electric current passing through her body, it was numb, his eyebrows and eyes dyed with desire were more attractive, and she stuck out her tongue and licked his lips.

Then Aisha knew that men can't stand the stimulation. Charles took her body into consideration, so he didn't go to the last step, but he had many torture methods. In the end, she turned into a puddle of water, blushing from the sheet. He poked out half of his head and watched him put on his shirt, trousers, and coat neatly.

Charles kissed her flushed cheek, and stroked her slightly wet hair at the temples: "Do you want me to take you to the shower?"

"No." Aisha replied sullenly, the bathroom is a high-risk area, okay?According to her experience, nine times out of ten she cannot complete the normal washing process.

"Then I'll help you prepare breakfast."

"Yeah." She nodded, and reminded again: "Be more prepared, I'm so hungry that I can swallow a cow."

Charles smiled: "Really? I'm full."

Aisha covered her hot face with her hands, not wanting to look at him at all, this man is really bad, why didn't she know that he was such a bully before.

Charles didn't tease her any more, and went downstairs with a smile on his face, and when he saw the people in the restaurant, his smile narrowed, and his tone was rare and severe: "Eric, I don't think Ms. Adler is suitable to stay here. "

Irene looked at the handsome man in front of her. He just glanced at her and didn't pay attention to her anymore. He was so indifferent, as if she was an unsuitable vase, or something else. do not like.

Eric put down the tableware and asked flatly, "Why?"

Charles frowned and looked at him strangely: "You don't know?"

Eric looked at Irene coldly, and asked her, "Is there anything else you haven't told me?"

Irene was puzzled, and looked at the two men in front of her innocently: "I told you everything that happened last night."

Hearing this, Charles thought for a while, and stretched his fingers to his temples, but he couldn't find that memory in her mind. Thinking of the robe Elsa wore last night, he had a guess.

This is the best way to deal with it, and Aisha definitely doesn't want this shameful memory to be remembered by others.

Eric saw that he seemed to understand something, but he was not going to tell others. It should be that something he didn't know happened last night.And Charles has always been gentle. His anger is probably related to the baby in his room.

From this point of view, Irene is really not suitable to stay here, and coldly ordered: "You go to a hotel."

Irene's entire face turned black, and her chest was about to explode with anger, who cares!It was always men who begged her to live, walked out the door, and slammed her hard.

Her boss is unreliable except for his face!Do you want to change to another organization?

Charles raised his eyebrows when he heard the loud noise, took off his coat, rolled up his sleeves and went into the kitchen. Fresh ingredients had been put in the refrigerator.

Eric leaned against the door frame: "Are you going to make breakfast?"

"Why don't I cook it for you?" Charles was also born as a young master. Cooking is a fantasy for him, and he can make a sandwich at most.When Eric recalled the pot of things he once made in the kitchen, the taste was simply unforgettable.

Charles grasped the handle of the knife, unable to start.He always makes sandwiches with two slices of lettuce sandwiched between a slice of ham and some ketchup, simply because he doesn’t use a knife at all.With Elsa's picky mouth, she might be disappointed in her heart.After thinking about it, he gave up this sweet activity and handed the kitchen knife to Eric.

Eric raised his eyebrows, put butter on the pan, threw the egg into the air, just landed on the blade, and the egg liquid fell into the pan accurately.He caught a glimpse of Charles staring at the frying pan from the end of his eyes, felt a little funny, and said, "Just say you did it, and she won't know."

"Could it be possible that I can show her a hand next time?"

Eric didn't expect that he still had a deep understanding of his cooking skills: "If only you knew how bad your cooking skills are before."

Charles frowned, and looked at him puzzled: "You...didn't you finish my pot of noodles? You won't let me try my own cooking."

"I was afraid that you would hurt your self-esteem. To be honest, I have never seen anyone who can make food like poison." Eric looked at him solemnly and shook his head.

poison?Is it such an exaggeration? Didn't he finish eating without changing his face?When Eric said this, he was really a little curious about how unpalatable his cooking was.

Eric quickly finished cooking a large tray of delicacies. Charles scanned the top and found that most of them were Aisha's favorite food. He was in a delicate mood and gave him a complicated look before going upstairs.

Elsa's clothes were left at 211B Baker Street. After taking a shower, she dug out Charles' sky blue shirt in the closet and put them on.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he raised his head from the sofa, showing sparkling eyes: "It smells so good,"

Charles looked at the clothes she was wearing, and put the tray on the coffee table. The food was full beyond the weight of two people.

Aisha took a sip of the orange juice. The bacon and German sausages were fried golden, and the small tomatoes were dotted on the side, which made people's index fingers wide open.The snow-white cheeks were bulging, looking very cute, and Charles helped her cut the food faster.

"The butler's skills are quite good." Aisha praised naturally, considering Charles' family business, and there is a chef in the school, it is impossible for him to have such good cooking skills.

Charles saw that she had misunderstood, his eyes flashed, and he didn't explain.After swallowing the little tomato in his mouth, he suddenly asked her, "Is the mutant you met in Europe Eric?"

Aisha coughed violently, she would be guilty if she didn't admit it, she nodded.Seeing that he didn't intend to continue asking, I was relieved.

After breakfast, Aisha regained some vitality, and the effect of the medicine has expired. She planned to go to Baker Street, visit Sherlock and pick up the luggage by the way.

"Do you want me to go with you?" Charles put on her knitted coat. The big coat looked empty on her body. He unbuttoned two buttons, revealing a piece of snow-like skin, hidden under the clothes With a few red marks.

Aisha didn't care anyway, and nodded: "Okay."

The rain finally stopped in London today, but the sun is still hidden behind the cloud, and the world in front of us is still gray and cool.

It was still Mrs. Hudson who opened the door. She greeted with a smile: "Mrs. Hudson." She took Charles' hand and introduced, "This is my boyfriend, Charles Xavier."

Charles smiled, and Mrs. Hudson clutched her chest, feeling that the world was brightened, and this young man was too beautiful.

"Mrs. Hudson, thank you for taking care of Aisha." He said and patted Aisha's head, complaining sweetly: "She never knows how to take care of herself."

Mrs. Hudson blinked, feeling like she had eaten a mouthful of dog food.It's a pity for Sherlock, it's rare for him to have a different attitude towards a girl, and he didn't expect that he already has a girl.Even if she prefers Sherlock more, she must tell the truth, facing this handsome and gentle face, she can eat ten more bowls of rice.

"Is Sherlock upstairs?"

Hudson lowered his voice and reminded in a low voice: "He has been in a bad mood since he came back last night, and he has been playing his violin like sawing wood."

Sherlock seemed to have a downwind ear, as if he heard Mrs. Hudson speaking ill of him, the harsh sound of sawing wood sounded, and the eardrums almost burst.

Aisha covered her ears and nodded to Mrs. Hudson. She knew how to deal with it. It wasn't once or twice anyway. When she lived here, he had a bad temper.

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