[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

Keeping the posture of the princess hug all the way, the two returned to Jane's apartment.

Putting her down and opening the door to go home, Jane went into the bathroom to wash her face and arrange her clothes: "Aunt Mei will be worried when she sees me like this."

Peter, who was wearing dirty clothes, stood at the door of the bathroom and watched her go into battle speechlessly: "Then I don't need any facial masks... Don't you think I should be the one who washes first?"

"Wash?" The person who was applying cream to his face paused, "You still want to take a bath? Wipe it off, at most use wet wipes, you have to take off all your clothes when you take a bath..."

"But." Peter pointed to his whole body, "My inner clothes also..."

Seeing that he shivered and shivered slightly, and there were still some dried mud stains on his naked/exposed skin, Jenny couldn't tell him not to take a bath or change his clothes.

But she was too embarrassed to let Peter use her body to wash Xiangxiang, she would die of shame and anger, really.

Tom passed by the bathroom and meowed twice, and Jane had a flash of inspiration: "You can wash it, but I will wash it for you!"

"What?!" Peter couldn't believe his ears, "You, do you know what you just said?! What do you want to do?!"

……

5 minute later.

"Do you have to do this?!" While avoiding the water attack from the shower, the clothed Peter nestled in the corner of the bathtub, "This is the good way you came up with? Wash me like a dog?! Water, water It's in the eye!"

"Do you have a better method?" Jane thought this method was wonderful, and handed him the shampoo, "You're welcome, just use it."

Taking the shampoo in despair, Peter said with emotion: "You are really cruel to your body." He felt that he was being abused.

Jane tried the water temperature: "Is there any? I adjusted the water temperature very well."

"Then have you ever thought about what to do when you change your clothes?" Peter said while wiping his shampoo.

The person holding the shower froze.

Peter didn't get a response for a long time, and when he looked up at her expression, he understood everything: "I knew you didn't think so far."

Jane held her breath for a long time: "Who said that, I thought about it, just put it on and dry it..."

"Are you still human?" Peter pointed to his belly, "Did you forget that I'm still bleeding now?"

"Ah, it's so annoying!" Jane raised the shower head and continued to rush at him, "If you want to change it, just change it, look at me!" Shyness and inferiority complex at the same time, if she is the kind of super perfect The figure is fine, even if you are seen, you don't have to worry about being disillusioned, but her flat figure can't be confident at all... What is she thinking, how can she be seen naked!

Rinsing all the foam from his hair, Peter stammered, "No, I didn't mean to see, I didn't mean that at all."

"You're blushing! Rogue!"

Peter had to prove his innocence: "I changed my eyes."

"Blindfolding..." Jenny thought it seemed like a good idea, "but wearing clothes will definitely touch you here and there."

"It's all your own hands." He held up both hands.

Jenny shot his cousin Tony's death gaze of the same style: "You are blindfolded, I will change it."

"Do you want to just knock me out and change my clothes?" Was her proposal a little too exciting.

Jane raised her hand and gestured with the knife: "A knock on the neck like in the movie?"

Peter backed up again and again until his back was against the wall, and then he stopped: "No, no, it's as you said." When she stabbed down with one hand, his thin neck might break.

……

After wiping his hair and clothes with a large bath towel until they stopped dripping, Jane handed the silk blindfold to Peter: "Put it on."

Peter wanted to say something, when he saw her raise the knife silently, obediently put on the blindfold, and raised her hands: "Is this all right?" Dignity is precious, but life safety is more important!

Jane pulled the curtains, closed the door, and walked up to him: "That's it."

Unbuttoning the big bath towel around him, Jane reached out and began to unbutton his jacket, and her fingertips occasionally touched the soft and delicate skin under the clothes—what are you nervous about? !This is my body!Even though she comforted herself like this, her heartbeat still involuntarily accelerated.

"You move faster, it's very uncomfortable to wear wet clothes." The experience of being undressed by others with eyes closed is very strange, and Peter couldn't help distracting himself by urging him.

The blouse was stripped off, and Jane went to unbutton the underwear. The slightly rough hand belonging to the boy touched the soft skin on the girl's back, and then she realized the point of her discomfort—even though she was changing her body. clothes, but the hands touching her body belonged to Peter...

"Wait!" Jenny turned around and rummaged through the closet.

"Oh, hurry up..." The skin exposed to the air couldn't help but respond to the outside world's every move, forcing the owner to become more nervous.

Jane found out a pair of woolen gloves and put them on: "This is much better." Then she got up and continued to struggle with the buckle of her underwear.

"What does it feel like?" Peter began to twist his body when his back was touched by something furry, "It's so itchy, stop it!"

"Be patient, I'm wearing gloves."

Peter squeezed his arms to dodge: "You know how ticklish this body is! Stop!"

"Hey, bear with me, I'm already speeding up!" Jenny, who was struggling with gloves and underwear buttons, simply wrapped her left hand from behind to her chest and hugged Peter, who was writhing and uncooperative, tightly. The right hand continued to struggle with the underwear buttons.

Peter was tightly strangled, unable to move and at the same time endured the hands and feet behind him, wanting to cry without tears: "Miss, what kind of trouble are you wearing with gloves?"

"This way your hands won't touch my body." Jenny replied casually.

"Your IQ is off the mark, right? See if you touch more without gloves or now." Being strangled so hard to breathe, Peter's eyes rolled wildly under the blindfold, "Please, you used to take it off by yourself before. Do I want to touch it?"

"Ahhhhh, don't mention that again!" Jane, who finally unbuttoned her underwear, took a look at her current posture—compared to the sturdy boy hugging the thin girl from behind, her arms pressed against her. On her chest, she was still unbuttoning her underwear... It seemed that she accidentally turned it into a crime scene again. She let go of her hand and gave Peter a freedom, "Don't worry about the details..."

"Maybe you don't care? I think I'm going to be killed by you..." Peter hurriedly took a breath of fresh air.

"Relax, it won't happen." Jane picked up a tube top without a buckle, "Raise your hand, get dressed."

Peter raised his arms enough for her to pull her clothes off.

Blessed by the clumsy halo of the woolen gloves, Peter had the illusion that he was being touched and eating tofu: "Don't touch your waist! It will itch! Where are you touching?!"

"I know, I know, nagging ghost." After bumping into the tube top, Jane squatted down and pulled the hem of the skirt down through the woolen gloves, "Why on earth would I do such a thing here?!"

The feeling of the skirt sliding down the curve of the leg is simply creepy for the pure man Peter, no wonder he has this kind of reaction-being blindfolded and blocking his vision makes him return to "Peter" psychologically for a while, and cannot blend in The character "Jenny"...as Peter, he has never been stripped of his skirt!

Silently clenching his fists, Peter tensed his body, gritted his teeth and swore in a low voice: "Absolutely, absolutely will not let that freak go!" The next time we meet, I will beat that guy to death!Swear on Spider-Man's reputation!

The toughest challenge was behind the skirt - both of them held their breath at the same time...

……

The dress was pulled off his head, his arms were put through suspenders, and the fluffy skirt brushed over his calves, which made him tremble a little. Finally, Peter heard a weak voice: "Finally, everything is changed..."

"Then I took the blindfold off?" Peter took off the blindfold.

He saw Jane squatting beside the bed with her knees hugged, so he patted her on the back lightly: "The past is over, don't take it to heart."

"Yeah." Nodding slightly, Jenny raised her face and pointed to the bedside table, "Go and dry your hair. If you don't dry your hair, your stomach will hurt and you won't be able to sleep well at night."

Seeing Peter staring at her face in a daze, she frowned: "What's wrong?"

"Ah..." Peter moved his eyes away, trying to be calm, "You have a nosebleed."

Wiping her nose with her finger, her fingertips were stained bright red. Jane jumped up and rushed into the bathroom: "This is your body, so it's your fault!"

Peter plugged in the hair dryer and started to dry his hair: "Okay, mine, mine." He was about to become a professional blame man.

By the time Jenny came out of the bathroom with paper stuffed in her nose, Peter's hair was already half-dry: "It's really not easy being a girl. It took me so long to blow dry before it's half-dry." Instead, it was his short hair , two to three minutes on it.

"Do you want me to blow it for you?" Jenny remembered that he had blown his hair once.

"Okay." Peter handed her the hairdryer.

She climbed into bed, sat cross-legged behind Peter, and began blow-drying his hair.

For a moment, the only sound in the dark room was the sound of the hair dryer, fingers gently running through the hair, the warm air from the hair dryer made Peter drowsy, and after a while, the hair dryer was turned off.

A slight weight was placed on Peter's shoulder from behind, and it was Jane who pressed her forehead on his shoulder: "Peter, I'm about to collapse in just one day... What should I do if I can't change?"

Peter, who was about to yawn, was startled when he heard this, and hurriedly turned around and grabbed her hand: "Believe me, I will definitely be able to get it back!"

"...Hmm." Holding his hand instead, Jenny fell down on her own bed and buried her face in the pillow.

Peter, who was pulled by her and fell on the bed, poked her: "This is not good." He pointed to the appearance of the two sharing the same bed.

Jane let go of his hand, and made full use of the agility of this body to bounce from the bed to the ground: "I'll go first, I'll sleep in the other party's room tonight..."

Before Peter could answer, Jenny left quickly.

Just in the position of lying on the bed, Peter pulled the quilt around his body and began to rest—this body gets tired so easily...