I almost ruled the world

He moved a little uncomfortably, but it might have affected Brianna, who was immersed in sleep, and she also moved, and then unconsciously stretched her hands and feet, wrapping around Clark's body like this.

Although her body was still slightly cool at this time, Clark suddenly felt as if he was being roasted in a fire and was about to be driven crazy.

Brianna beside him seemed to be really falling into a sweet sleep. He turned his head and watched with complicated emotions as her fair skin deformed due to squeezing, and her protruding Adam's apple rolled up and down.

Clarke suddenly felt that she was indeed evil-especially in this kind of thing.

……

I don't know how long it took, the bleak light came in through the curtains, and it was finally dawn, and Brianna's sleeping position at this time was so bold that he couldn't bear it any longer.

Martha's breathing in the other room was still peaceful, but Clark couldn't help but find an excuse, 'What if she went into Brianna's room in the morning and found something wrong? '

Not to mention that Martha would not enter anyone's room casually, not to mention that Clark's super speed is so fast that it is only limited to the Flash.

But he reached out with difficulty, and carefully moved Briana's head, which was resting on his chest, slowly onto the pillow, and then tried to keep himself away from her.

It's just that Brianna is too tight, and when she removes her hand, she will bend her leg and press it on his leg.

After finally getting out without disturbing her sleep, Clark was already sweating slightly.

He sighed a long sigh, then picked her up from the bed, ready to put her back on the bed in her own room.

But after leaving the warm blanket, Brianna obviously felt a little cold. She frowned and curled up on Clark's warm chest, a layer of goosebumps appeared on her exposed skin, and she shivered slightly.

Clark carried her out of the room. He noticed that the snow outside hadn't stopped, so he stepped up and walked into Brianna's room, and gently put her on the cold bed.

Then Brianna woke up, completely frozen awake.

When she was figuring out what was going on, she couldn't help but greet Clark fiercely in her heart before she woke up, and then began to wonder whether she should continue to pretend to be asleep or wake up and stare at her.

But Clark paused, then squatted down halfway, looked at the eyes rolling around under her eyelids, and said softly, "You're awake."

Affirmative sentences rather than interrogative sentences.

Brianna opened her bleary sleepy eyes, then showed a fierce look, groaned twice, stretched and coquettishly angrily, "You woke me up, what are you doing?" ah?"

Clark brushed Briana's forehead with his hand, brushing her loose hair aside, "Martha won't be able to take it."

She nodded in compromise, but curled her lips in her heart, feeling that she was really serious.

Seeing that she didn't say much, Clark got up and prepared to go back to his room, pretending that nothing happened.

But Brianna grabbed his hand firmly, frowning sadly, "But my bed is as cold as ice, you have to warm my bed."

Clark turned to look at her, speechless for a moment.

Brianna intensified her threat, gripping his wrist tightly, "or I'll tell Martha right now that you come into my room and want, want to fuck with me when I'm helpless matter."

"Ahem." Clark almost choked on her words.

Briana sat up and put more strength into her hands, and he stopped struggling and collapsed on her bed.

She rested her head on his chest, circling it with her tender hands, and the faint fragrance of her body lingered around him.

Brianna was more difficult when she was awake than she was when she was asleep. Clark could only feel the softness and tenderness of the girl in his arms, and the time became more difficult, so he could only try to separate his thoughts from his body.

Especially afraid that she would accidentally discover the painful state that she tried to hide.

He might actually be disarmed by it.

"Tomorrow is my birthday." Unexpectedly, Brianna raised her head and suddenly whispered in a slightly sleepy hoarse voice.

But when she saw Clark looking at her with a gloomy expression, she lowered her head again, as if muttering to herself, "Do you not have to sneak around like this again?"

Clark's expression moved slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he kissed her forehead lightly.

"Pfft." Brianna chuckled and pushed him away, "Okay, it's warmed up, you can go back."

He was pushed to the edge of the bed by the arched Brianna, and got up and sat on her bed with some helplessness.

"What would you like for breakfast?" Clark's fingers slid across her cheek.

"Anything... muffins are fine." She muttered, wrapping her little quilt tightly, "It's all your fault for waking me up, I'm going to go back to sleep."

Clark couldn't help laughing, and then stood up with his back to Brianna in only his panties, unconsciously showing his god-like body.

Only suddenly, Clark frowned slightly, and felt a soft sound coming from Martha's room opposite... She woke up.

Clark was still a little nervous after all, and finally walked out of her room very quickly.

As she yawned and walked down the stairs, she heard Martha say disgustedly, "Don't make any trouble during this rare holiday. I've already made breakfast, and you have to help us eat all the extra."

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Clark being kicked out of the kitchen by Martha, holding a plate of plain muffins in his hand.

Seeing Brianna, he raised his eyebrows and walked towards her.

After gently placing the muffin in front of Brianna, Clark said, "I'm not sure if it's good or not."

Brianna looked at him with some jealousy. It's not that he hasn't cooked for her during this time, but it can be seen that Clark is not good at these things not because he can't do them, but because he doesn't do them often.

Remembering that I have been in charge of the whole family's breakfast alone since I was ten years old, I looked sleepy, and I didn't want to pretend to be in front of him for a while.

The fluffy muffin melted in her mouth, but Brianna's expression was a little sullen.

What she said before is true. If the Kent family adopted her, would everything be different?

Even if they are sinful devils, they will love themselves desperately.

Yes, Clark's father was even willing to commit suicide for him... Growing up in such a family, it was only natural for him to become a "god" who mercifully sympathized with the world.

"Bligh." Clark whispered her name, and when Briana raised her head in confusion, she saw Clark's hand slowly reach her mouth.

She glanced subconsciously at Martha, who was still busy in the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to it.

He gently wiped a crumb of the muffin from her mouth.

Then she quickly withdrew her hand when Martha's sight was about to touch them.

Brianna swallowed the muffin in her mouth and smiled with complicated emotions, "Thank you, Carl. I think as long as it is made by you, I will never get tired of eating it."

After she finished speaking, she felt disgusted by what she said.

But Brianna still said that those who love her will eventually betray her, only those who belong to her will not.

After the power is restored, even the whole world will belong to her.

That way, no one will ever betray you again.

Today was a very fulfilling day. At noon, Martha took them to the department store to sweep up a lot of promotional products, and Clark became a tool man to help them carry things.

But this time he looked less impatient than last time.

And because it's Christmas Eve, the mall will close before dinner, and it's already meal time when they get home. After eating a whole turkey, watching the Christmas special of a certain TV series, they are ready to go to bed early to greet them. The next day of Christmas.

At least for Martha, the arrangement did.

In the darkness, Brianna was struggling to hold back her drowsiness, waiting for twelve o'clock to arrive.

This time, she believed that Clark had no excuse to refuse.