[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

There was a puzzled expression on my face, "What is tonight? You haven't told me what I'ming means? Why are you acting weird like them?"

Deadpool looked at me, looking desperate.

Then he seemed to realize something, and suddenly covered his face, showing an expression that he didn't know whether it was joy or struggle, "I want to ask you a question that may be beaten by you."

I pouted, "Then don't ask! Answer my question first!"

Deadpool didn't answer, but said cautiously, "Well... this question is very important and has a lot to do with what you want to know."

Is that so?That seems to be very important, "Okay, you ask."

He took a deep breath, then let out another long breath, Wade gave me a look, then took another deep breath...

"Hey! Do you want to ask?" I was a little impatient by him.

"Didn't you ever date someone as a teenage girl and get caught up in a crush on that last thing..." he stammered.

"I limit you to describe your problem in the simplest sentence."

"It's hard to describe, but I think I can make you feel it." Wade looked at me solemnly, as if it was such a sacred thing, "Would you like to try it?"

I'm a little impatient with Deadpool's sudden shyness, and to be honest, I really don't think there's anything wrong with what I'm saying, what's wrong with I'ming?

"I don't think it's necessary."

As soon as I finished speaking, Deadpool immediately showed an expression of pain and remorse.

"Uh..." I looked at him with a soft heart and hesitated for a while, "Maybe next time?"

I sighed, "I'm going back soon, Aunt Mei is still waiting for me... By the way! Did you know? Our family has moved into a new neighbor. When I saw it in the morning, it scared me Big jump! Guess who I saw?"

"Did you see a ghost?" Deadpool asked listlessly, dying.

"You're enough..." I paused, and then said helplessly, "It's Detective Peralta! He moved next door to my house!"

Deadpool sat up vigilantly, "Huh? That double-standard detective?"

"Uh...well." I nodded, feeling a little distressed, "He has seen me appearing with you before, if he tells Aunt Mei about this, I will die!"

Deadpool's eyes lit up again, "Then if you move in with me, wouldn't that mentally retarded double-standard detective never see you?"

I was taken aback for a moment, and when this idea was brought up again by Deadpool, I began to hesitate.

Am I really going to move in and live with him?But wouldn't Aunt Mei be alone if she moved here like this?

But—but I have to move out in the future, I can't live with Aunt Mei for the rest of my life.

It's okay now, it's been a long time, I'm sure my identity as Spider-Man will bring a lot of trouble to Aunt May, not to mention that Deadpool has been running towards my window recently, I'm afraid that he, an unreliable person, will put the bad guys This is one of the reasons for my growing anxiety.

So I have to say... I'm getting more and more excited about the idea.

Well, before that... I, I have to go back and get Aunt May's permission, and... Do I really want to live with Deadpool?

It shouldn't be a matter of course, I should pay him rent, and that's a huge expense.

I looked away at Deadpool's house, the house of a sleazy bachelor (?) Although it was messy, there was a pleasant atmosphere of life unexpectedly.

It reminds me of what Uncle Ben was like years ago when he was still at home.

I was still thinking about it, and Deadpool soon showed an annoyed expression on his face.

He rushed into his room, and when he came out a few seconds later, he had already put on a lace maid outfit over the red uniform, holding a broom in his hand, and cleaned the room like a wind and a cloud.

I stared dumbfounded at his face from all corners of the gleaming room.

He held the broom tightly to his chest and looked at me shyly, "Honey, don't worry... I will be responsible for cleaning from now on!"

"..." Did he misunderstand something?I watched him blink, then suppressed a smile and pursed the corners of his mouth.

——Is he too cute?No no no hold on Petra!How can you describe Deadpool with cuteness?Otherwise, after he found out, he couldn't get more and more complacent?

But all in all, I have to convince Aunt May to allow me to move out of here.

I stood up from the couch and asked tentatively again, "Can I really live here?"

Deadpool nodded vigorously.

"That's good." I laughed, and then I picked up my bag and walked out.

"Ehhh?" Deadpool held out his hand to me, "Where are you going?"

I looked at him with my bag on my back and said, "Go back and convince Aunt Mei."

"...Oh! So you really want to move in with me?" After receiving my affirmative answer, he covered his heart and closed his eyes and fell to the ground, "I think I need artificial respiration..."

I rolled my eyes, stopped and said, "People who need artificial respiration can't talk."

Deadpool kept his mouth shut, but every now and then he sneaked open his eyes and peeked at me.

I hugged my chest and watched him perform to his heart's content, "Do you really need artificial respiration?"

Deadpool's head moved, as if nodding.

I wasn't in such a hurry, so I raised my brows and said with great interest, "Well... I studied very seriously in school, let me think about it carefully."

I knelt beside him and said in a long voice, "Generally, artificial respiration should be carried out together with CPR (cardiopulmonary resuscitation). Press vertically with both hands on the midpoint of the line connecting the two points on your chest, and press down five centimeters. Depth left and right."

I put my hands on his chest, and felt his two points after a long time of groping through the clothes.

Feeling the trembling of his body, I couldn't help snickering, and then I continued, "It takes [-] compressions to give two artificial respirations."

I began to press hard on his chest, and seeing him clenching his teeth and holding back, I felt even more secretly happy, "Speaking of...complications of broken ribs often occur during CPR. If it is not standardized, it may even lead to death.”

I noticed that Deadpool's body began to tremble, I don't know if it was from pain or fear.

I don't know how long I pressed it—I pressed it very hard every time, so I found it very interesting to see Deadpool's dying expression.

"Stop, stop, stop! It's been three... 31 times!" He opened one eye, his voice was dying, and I felt that he was about to vomit blood.

I stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

He seemed to be patiently saying with tenacious will, "Next you should give me artificial respiration...and twice..."

"..." He was still thinking about artificial respiration?

I watched him grinning, and frowned.

Whoops...did I overestimate him?Is it really painful?After all, I have never pressed myself.

It made me start to feel guilty.But when I lowered my head and decided to give him artificial respiration to satisfy him, the painful expression on his face disappeared without a trace. Instead, he quickly lifted the hood, raised his chin slightly, and pouted expectantly.

Noticing his expression, I froze - okay!So he was lying to me again!

This made me feel a little angry again.

I quickly stood up from his side, "I'm going back! Give yourself artificial respiration! Humph!"

"No! Don't go, my dear!" He yelled on the ground and stretched out his hand to me. "I'm going to suffocate without your artificial respiration!"

I stuck out my tongue at him, "Next time~"

When I got back to my neighborhood, I looked around cautiously.

When I got to the door of the house, I finally breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily I didn't run into the police officer Peralta.

So I slowly rummaged through my bag for my keys.

It seems that I don't know where I threw it all at once?So I raised my hand and knocked on the door, "Aunt Mei! I'm back!"

I heard Aunt May in the room open the door of her own room, and waited patiently for her to open it for me.

But at this moment, my ears moved, and footsteps came from the door of Detective Peralta's house next door.

--Oops!He doesn't want to prepare to go out to work the night shift or something?

I knocked on the door again, but Aunt Mei hadn't reached the door yet!

In a hurry, I immediately lowered my head and rummaged through my schoolbag.

Finally, I took out the house key from the gap in the bag.

When the doorknob of Peralta's house was about to be opened, I finally stuffed the key into the keyhole, turned the door hard and jumped in quickly.

The smooth and smooth operation takes less than a second.

I pressed myself tightly against the back of the door, and listened to the sound of the neighbor's door opening outside, and let out a sigh of relief.

"Pe, Petra?" The weak voice came from Aunt May, "What are you doing?"

I raised my head, and Aunt Mei looked at me bewilderedly.

Then I looked at her dumbfounded.

Both of them looked at each other in blank dismay.

"Hee hee~" I gave her a smirk, pretending to ignore what happened.

When I was about to walk into the room, I stopped and remembered an urgent matter.

"By the way... Aunt Mei." I took a deep breath and looked at her, "I want to move out."

The expression on Aunt Mei's face immediately froze.

After a long time, she forced an ugly smile, "Moving to Harry's house?"

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to explain it.

But I had to make it clear to her, "No, not Harry."

She frowned in doubt, "Flesh Thompson? Or...or Gwen Stacy?"

"No, neither." I breathed a little nervously.

"Who is that?" Aunt Mei looked at me with some trepidation, "Whose house are you going to move to?"

My heart skipped a beat.