[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

"Tell me, what are you doing here?" If there was anything unreasonable in the answer, Jane would probably put New York's good neighbors on the rejection list.

She is a thin-skinned girl with a sense of self-protection. Even if the guy in the red and blue uniform in front of her is known as a hero and works as a vigilante, who can guarantee that he is not a man with bad habits?

Although Jenny had a good impression of him because of the fact that he was sent home and the safe, but seeing his face really made people worry!Unless the mask is super handsome or a cute and harmless little face like her neighbor Peter, Janey still has to be on guard, well, she is not ashamed of being a dog.She is such a superficial girl, which girl doesn't look at her face? !

Standing in front of the sofa with clasped hands, acting like a picky eater who was caught by the teacher and secretly threw away the cauliflower, Spiderman sniffed innocently: "The... bow on my head."

God, it's the second time he's done something like a pervert by mistake. The result of the last time is that the T-shirt that Janie wore and the returned coat and sweatpants are still pressed in the closet The bottom layer is embarrassing to wear, as if wearing it is taking advantage of her, indirect skin-to-skin contact?

... This time he was afraid that he would be impressed by the matter of climbing the window.

Looking at the bow on his head, Janey didn't expect that Spider-Man would climb her window for such a reason, and felt that she had dug a big hole for herself: "You actually have it all the time, take it off..."

"But, I haven't beaten you in the game yet." Be a man and keep your word!Otherwise he would have taken it himself!Otherwise, why do you have to climb the window like the scene of an affair? !Cheating?The temperature on Peter's face rose again, think about something else, think about something else, don't think too much!

"Genius, what did I tell you last time?"

Peter was at a loss for words... What were her original words?

"That means you can take it away when you see me. As for the game." Jenny put on a big boss sitting posture, "Give up, I'm almost a semi-professional e-sports player, and you won't be able to win in another ten years I."

"That's not necessarily." Taking off the bow tie, Peter was aroused by the young man's competitive spirit, "I will never lose to you in terms of responsiveness and flexibility." Peter has seen her clean the room with his own eyes. Terrible.

"As for the time, I spend more time on the game than professional e-sports players." Jane did not deny Spider-Man's responsiveness and flexibility. In fact, only a small part of her game skills came from talent. She developed her flexibility completely. She was an inflexible idiot when she was a child, and her flexibility was not even better than ordinary people. That's why she refused to go to school until she was ten years old. She reluctantly studied for a few years and then dropped out Going home... I don't like sports, and the ability of fine manipulation does not support her interest in music and art. She can only cultivate her interest in games, baking and reading.

"Then, then..." Peter had nothing to say, he was good at playing games, but he didn't play much, he still had to devote his energy to studying and being Spider-Man.

Jane patted the sofa: "Sit down."

His reasons are qualified, and when she sees the bowknot he is holding in his hand, she can't bring herself to get angry, Spider-Man is a big fool, she bets that he has fewer friends than herself, otherwise, how can she have the time to wander around the world all day long To catch a thief?

Peter carefully sat on the other end of the sofa, for fear of making her angry again.

"Am I a virus?!" Jenny sat a little closer, and Spider-Man moved to the carpet.

"How much have you seen?!" Her shyness was like a volcanic eruption, and she had the urge to smash his head open and dig out everything that shouldn't be seen. Jane lifted Spider-Man's collar and shook it vigorously, as if this could make those images Shake it all out of his head.

"Uh...uh..." Peter was shaken dizzily by her, but he didn't dare to lie, what he saw was worse than bikini advertisements...

"Say!" Jenny squeezed a word through her teeth, "Say you didn't see anything!"

"What, nothing, I didn't see..." Spider-Man sobbed and said, he would be strangled to death if he didn't let go, Peter's tombstone almost appeared in front of him-"At the age of 15, died without hands The rage of the house girl with the power of the chicken".

Jenny finally let go, staring at Spider-Man's blindfold to brainwash herself - what can he see through this thing?I'm all blocked!I react so fast... fast?She could barely convince herself.

Seeing Peter's back getting chills and his head sweating, he couldn't help but raise the bowknot to flatter him and said, "Why don't I take it for a few more days?"

"I want to eat the most famous ice cream on Queen's Road, chocolate nuts, vanilla and strawberry all come in a gallon."

"Eating so much will ruin your stomach." Peter was speechless, her appetite was quite small, and she was so thin.

"Can't I keep it?" Jenny threw the wallet into his arms, "Why are you still standing there? Go buy it, within three to 10 minutes, no tip if you're late."

"?" Peter looked at her holding his wallet.

"Don't be cute, that's what I mean. I'm in a terrible mood and I need to eat a lot of ice cream to get better. Go! Delivery spider! (Go, delivery spider!)"

More than half an hour later, Spider-Man knocked on the window with a portable ice bag panting: "I got it." Conscience, he rushed back all the way, and he had to climb the seventh floor outside the building with an ice bag on his back to knock on the window... …

Jenny opened the window and let him in: "32 minutes, it's too late." She was painting the nails of her left hand, and at the same time, she was thinking about how to be a hero who has no temper at all.

"I didn't even want a tip." Peter put the ice cream on the table and stood obediently aside.

"Sit down, don't act like a little maid." Jenny held the orchid finger in her left hand to eat ice cream from a spoon, and then pushed the nail polish to him, "I painted my right hand."

So while Spiderman carefully held the girl's slender hands to prevent the nail polish from getting on the outside of the nails, he couldn't help being confused—he was only here to solve the bow tie, why did he still do it after being reduced to being a delivery boy? Nail polish is such a motherly thing... Her hands are so beautiful, compared to her rough hands, the girl's slender and white hands are exquisitely like works of art, and the soft touch is transmitted from the fingertips next to her palm A palpitation made Peter, who was holding his breath unknowingly, even more distracted. Are girls' hands so soft...

"What an ugly color..." Jane put down the ice cream to look at the finished product, "I'd better take it off."

"I think it looks pretty..." The pink nail polish lined the girl's fingers, which became more delicate and fair.

Jenny blocked the nail polish label: "What color is this?"

"pink?" The blindfold won't prevent him from recognizing the color, but he can only give an approximate color.

"Red bean paste and pink—there's not much difference! You don't like boys, do you?"

"Of course!" God testifies, he is a man who can't be straighter!

"Very good, the straight man said "it looks good", very convincing." Janet took out the armor remover towels and began to remove them one by one.

Seeing the finished product that he had worked hard for a long time being ruthlessly obliterated, Peter's face under the mask wrinkled into a steamed bun face.

"Why don't I paint it for you." Jenny had a flash of inspiration.

"No, I'd rather have a bow!" Pink nail polish after the bow?Can Spider-Man's transvestite reputation be cleared? !Peter didn't want to be misunderstood again. God knows that the petty theft criminals in NYC are not good at criminal skills, and they are so vicious, because of that bow tie, what happened to him!

"You can remove it freely, I just painted it for fun."

So the situation was reversed, and Janie took Spider-Man's mitten hand and painted his nails.

"You are so bad..." Peter had a headache.

"You're bad, stinky spider." Jenny grabbed the man's hand with bean paste powder nail polish, lowered her head and approached, until she was about to kiss the back of Peter's hand before turning the back of her hand and kissing the back of her hand, "yous//melllikea ...paintpot, ma'lady" (You smell like... paint pot, my lady.) This is the teasing method Janie learned in "Tipping the Velvet", Spider-Man is too much to evoke mischievous desires Temperament, she couldn't help laughing after she finished speaking.

The smirk of the girl tilting her head appeared again and again in Peter's dreams that night.

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"Peter, are you sick?" Jane looked worried at the neighbor who was absent-minded early in the morning, "You are so red." And she behaved strangely, her eyes dodged, and she just scratched her head and hit the handrail on the tram... Oh my god , Stark Industries' internship must have tortured him badly. Jenny is sure that her cousin Tony Stark must be very strict with employees, but facing a 15-year-old intern, is he abusing child labor? ?Maybe we can talk about it when we see Mr. Stark this week?

Peter covered his mouth and said, "No, I'm fine." It should have been washed very clean, but there was still a smell of nail polish remover in his nostrils, and he had to use the excuse of accidentally getting paint yesterday I borrowed nail polish remover from Aunt Mei... I had a lot of messy dreams in the middle of the night, but the theme of the dreams couldn't escape the innocent girl in front of me.

She was so shy in front of Peter Parker, but she was a little bit bad in front of Spiderman... Peter grabbed her hand that was trying to reach his forehead, but after he realized it, he let go like a landmine: "I, I'm really fine! There's an algebra quiz today, remember?" He quickly changed the subject, stepped into the classroom before her to hide his flushed face.

The neighbor girl behind her had a world-destroying expression on her face.

Algebra, algebra? !