[Comprehensive] Little Spider's troubles about flat chest

I was a little flustered, what was he expecting me to say?

"I..." I opened my mouth, but I found it really hard to say.

Noticing that his smile was a bit untenable, I took a deep breath.

"...I know." I said, because I knew what else to say.

Disappointment seemed to flash quickly in his eyes, but Deadpool was yelling again soon.

"Ah, I'm starving, do you want something to eat?" He sat up from the bed all of a sudden, bent down and looked at me.

I was still brooding over what just happened, so I just shook my head.

"Okay! Then I'll order takeaway!" He happily put on his pants and rushed out of the room.

The room suddenly fell silent.

I pulled the sheet over my chest, and looked at the back of Deadpool leaving in a daze... Well, did I say something wrong just now?

He says he loves me, but I'm not sure if I love him too.

I'm pretty sure, I love Aunt May, I love Uncle Ben...but Deadpool?I'm really not sure, after all I can't talk nonsense about something I'm not sure about.

But he looked a little sad, and I didn't want to make him feel bad.

When I saw him sad, something seemed to pick me up in my heart, which made me feel a little bit lost.

This makes me feel a little bit annoyed, how can I make him feel happy?

Deadpool was making a takeaway call outside, and noticed my gaze. He looked at me, squinted his eyes and covered the microphone, "You still have time to regret it, do you really not eat anything?"

I thought about it and said, "I want a sandwich."

"One more sandwich!" He let go of the hand covering the microphone, and immediately added a sentence to the other party.

"..." But after finishing speaking, he didn't hang up the phone immediately, but frowned, "What? You said that the taco shop doesn't sell sandwiches?"

Deadpool looked at me, spread his hands and showed an expression of disbelief, "I don't care! I just want a burrito and a sandwich!"

I couldn't help laughing and asked, "Are you calling the taco shop?"

Deadpool hung up the phone angrily, "Yeah, can you believe it? Our two favorite foods can't be bought in the same store!"

"But such things happen often." I felt a little helpless, "Not everything happens to be so smooth."

"..." he wailed, "Eh! Looks like I'll have to call for sandwiches again! Next time I'm at the taco shop, I'll have to get them to sell more sandwiches!"

Deadpool was still sulking, and I secretly laughed, then bent down and picked up the skirt that had been thrown on the floor.

Quickly put the clothes on... Oh yes, I have to change my clothes, I have to go to work tonight, and it won't work if the clothes look so ill-fitting.

And as soon as I stood on the ground, my feet softened and I almost fell down.

what happened?How could I be so weak all of a sudden?

Hmm... At the same time, the clips that happened last night suddenly flashed back in my mind, the shortness of breath, the gentle caress and the sticky sweat...

I shook my head, covered my hot cheeks with my cold hands, and decided to let myself quickly forget about these images.

But after calming down for a while, I suddenly started to feel down.

Because no matter how stupid I am, I know that such an intimate thing will not happen with anyone casually-but I really don't know if I love him too.

The mind is back to square one again, but I'm really lost on this one.

Walking out of the room in annoyance, I felt a little embarrassed for a moment when I saw Deadpool.

"Actually, I wanted to ask you yesterday, where did your clothes come from?" He raised his chin and asked curiously.

"Clothes?" I came back to my senses, and lowered my head following his gaze, "Oh, I applied for the job yesterday, and the owner of the restaurant gave it to me."

"Application? Restaurant?" Deadpool narrowed his eyes subtly, and then showed a horrified expression, "The owner of the restaurant asked you to wear this? Oh! Goddamn! Is he a pervert?"

Thinking of the owner of the restaurant, Mr. Han with a small baby face, I couldn't help but look at him with a puzzled expression, "Why do you say that?"

"Your clothes are wide and short, last night I pulled them lightly—" Deadpool stretched out his hand to grab my short sleeves, and shouted dissatisfiedly, "Look! Just like now, the shoulders are exposed La!"

"I..." I lowered my head and looked at my right shoulder, only this small piece of skin was exposed to the air, but under his gaze, I actually had goose bumps all over my body.I had no choice but to quickly slap his hand away, "Shut up! The boss said it can be changed, but I'm just because you didn't have time to change it!"

"I'll help you change it!" He crossed his arms and looked at me righteously.

"Can you change clothes?" I looked at him in surprise.

"Yeah!" He proudly compared his uniform, "I made my uniform myself."

Well, I actually sewed the uniform myself in the first place, but the fact that Deadpool is so homely really made my jaw drop.

Then I scratched my cheek, went back to my room, and changed my clothes.

Passing the skirt to him, he moved his slender fingers, bit his tongue playfully, and then began to help me change the clothes.

I sat on one side, propped my chin up and looked at him.

He reformed so seriously that I couldn't help but stare at his profile.

"Ta da!" He held up the skirt, "It's tailored to your size! Am I amazing?"

I took the skirt and unfolded it on me for a comparison... Well, the size does seem to fit me well?

But is this neckline too small, and the skirt seems to exceed the knee?

Looking up, I looked at him with some admiration, "You are amazing! I can wear it to work tonight!"

"Uh, wait!" He paused, "So you're really going to work?"

I nodded as a matter of course, "Yes, there are many places to spend money, and I have to pay your rent."

"Rent?" Deadpool frowned. "I never asked you for rent. How long do you want to stay here? Even if you want to leave, I will try my best to keep you."

"But I should pay you the rent." I said shyly, "It's just that I'm a little short of money recently, can I pay you later?"

Seeing that I insisted, he just stared at me blankly, and then came back to his senses after a while, "Uh, it really doesn't matter."

"Exactly, it just so happened that I was told yesterday that someone would hire me to do a task. After the completion, I will be given a large sum of money, and I will be rich! So your money is really nothing." He avoided my sight.

"Is it such a good thing? Then when are you going?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"The sooner the better, anytime is fine." He shrugged his shoulders, "but I think I can go tomorrow."

Even as dull as I am, I also feel that something is wrong, "Well... are you in such a rush? Are you sure this mission is reliable? Don't be fooled by others!"

"It's reliable~ This matter is very urgent!" He tilted his head and leaned into my ear and said exaggeratedly, "Actually... this is a task assigned to me by S.H.I.E.L.D.!"

S.H.I.E.L.D.?I feel more puzzled in my heart.

Why did S.H.I.E.L.D. find Deadpool instead of us?Could it be that some shady tasks need to be done by mercenaries?

Thinking of this, my brows relaxed a little, and I didn't think much about it, I just looked at him with some reluctance, "Then you have to come back quickly."

He stretched out his hands and gave me two thumbs up.

I laughed and held out my hands to him.

He held me in his arms and put his hands gently on my shoulder blades. I couldn't help but take a deep breath of his scent, "Although you don't look alike at all, but... you always make me Thinking of Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben liked to hug me like this when I was very young."

"You mean, I'm like your uncle?" His tone was a little subtle.

I nodded and shook my head, "Well, but Uncle Ben is more like my dad."

"Well. After listening to your words, my mood is more complicated now." He said sullenly, "I think you are a bit pitiful, because people with love/father complex mentality are very miserable when they are young, but at this moment I It must be more pitiful than you."

"Why?" I looked up at him suspiciously.

"Nevermind. It's not important. It's not important for now. The most important thing now is how I can quickly find a way to make you understand while I'm away, or trick you into making you think so."

"What do you think?" I was even more confused, and Deadpool seemed to be muttering something that I couldn't understand at all.

"Uh, honey, please don't look at me like that." He changed the subject, sliding his hands down the line of my body.

"Otherwise what?" I trembled, but I raised my chin and looked at him in a provocative manner.

"Oh... your expression makes me stone again, even in such a tragic situation... I think I must look very pathetic now." He said with a sigh.

"Why? Why are your words always so incomprehensible?" I looked at him with a face full of jokes and nonsense. Although I didn't know where he was sad, I felt that I really had to comfort him.

I pulled his collar down, and Deadpool bent down along me, "Hey! You are so strong, my clothes will be torn—oh!"

Since he talks so much nonsense, I'll just keep my mouth shut.

Following his previous appearance, I carefully licked his lips with the tip of my tongue, and then got into his mouth...

"Huh...huh?!" He let go of me quickly and looked at me with a surprised expression.

"Wow!" He exclaimed heartfeltly to me, "You're such a quick learner at this!"

"Hee hee!" I raised my eyebrows at him, and couldn't help showing him a smug smile, "Because I'm very smart!"

"Hmph! Don't be complacent! You little pervert, you want it too, don't you?" He rubbed against my body, and the trembling quickly crawled across the skin, making me unable to laugh at once.

"Anyway, you don't know what I want you to learn. I really don't know if you are really stupid or just pretending to be stupid..." he muttered.

I tilted my head and said aggrievedly, "But now I really don't understand what you want me to learn, and you didn't say it."

"Then can you understand this sentence?" Deadpool showed some anticipation again.

"May I order service now, waiter?"