I almost ruled the world

Just like last night, the imperceptible sound of cloth rubbing and footsteps sounded in another room.

Clark suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and glanced at the time, and it was twelve o'clock before he knew it.

He couldn't help frowning in doubt, because during the day he had reactivated the heating equipment that had been idle for a while and filled it with fuel, at least she wouldn't feel cold any more these days.

So why?

"Squeak—" With a sound, Clark's door was opened.

Brianna came in barefoot again, this time without a pillow in her hand.

"It's twelve o'clock, Karl." Brianna looked a little nervous and sat on the edge of his bed, "It's my birthday, don't you want to say something?"

Clark sat up and looked at her in the dark room, but her eyes seemed to be shining brightly at this moment, as if she was about to get what she wanted.

He swallowed nervously, looked at her slightly raised square shoulders as she put her hands on the bed, and said uncertainly, "...Happy birthday?"

Brianna glared at him, then turned and crawled onto his bed to stare at him, "That's it?"

Clark cleared his throat uncomfortably, "I have a gift for you, but Bligh, it's too late now."

Brianna groaned for a few seconds, remembering the suffocating gifts he'd given before, and then put her hand on his shoulder nonchalantly.

"You really don't know what I want?" Brianna lowered her hoarse voice, "I'm already an adult..."

She draws out her tone, which sounds extremely seductive to Clark, "You can do anything you want to me."

"Bligh." He tilted his head and frowned disapprovingly, but thinking that last night Brianna really just lay down next to him to keep warm, and felt that he might have misunderstood what she meant.

She always likes to act like a baby.

However, just as she was thinking about it, she saw Brianna in front of her fold her arms and quickly took off her nightgown.

Clark looked at her in surprise, and was even more surprised to find that she was wearing a piece of underwear that Clark thought looked familiar.

"..."

The gift Martha gave her a year ago was a bit small for Brianna, but it also highlighted her graceful figure.

Martha turned over unconsciously in the room on the other side of the corridor. Clark was a little nervous for a moment, and then tried to make himself look away calmly, pretending that he was not attracted at all.

But he knew it wasn't true.

Immediately afterwards, Brianna leaned forward, wrapped her arms around Clark's neck, and kissed his lips lightly.

"I've gained weight recently." She looked at him with bright eyes blinking, with a bit of aggrieved expression, "I'm so uncomfortable...can you help me untie it?"

After finishing speaking, while staring at Clark's expression, she slowly led his hand to the metal zipper behind her.

The speed was so slow that he couldn't help swallowing again, his throat rolling uncontrollably.

A slight "squeak——" sounded, and the zipper broke away from each other's shackles one by one, and bounced happily to the side, revealing the fair skin under the zipper.

"Don't do that," Clark said with great difficulty.

Maybe it was because the heating was turned up too high, or maybe it was because of other reasons, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his muscles were tightly stretched together, as if he was exerting all his strength to resist the most primitive and most powerful thing. Fatal impulse.

But he heard Brianna laugh briskly, and her hot snort hit his ear, "Aren't you really bad? Whose thing is that down there?"

After all, Brianna deliberately stretched out her hand, pretending to be ignorant and wanting to explore.

But in the next second, Clark firmly held her wrist, breathing heavily, "Bligh..."

"Huh?" Briana's voice came out of her throat, her eyes were shining softly, and she looked at him blankly.

"I'm afraid you'll regret it." Clark knew he should stay away, but he still pressed Brianna into his arms.

Before he could finish speaking, Brianna's warm lips rubbed against Clark's, but then he took the initiative and he kissed her full pink lips back lovingly.

Today is also a long night.

*hexienidongde*

Martha glanced at the time with some doubts, it was almost nine o'clock now.

It's not uncommon for Brianna to sleep late, but why can't even Clark, who always gets up early, stay late for breakfast?

This seems very strange.

Especially since it was Christmas and Brianna's birthday.

Thinking of this, Martha walked up the stairs holding the handrail, and walked to Clark's door.

But when she was about to knock on the door, Martha hesitated for a moment, thinking that her son might happen to be going to save the world.

So she went to Brianna's door instead and knocked on the door, "Brianna, are you awake? Today is Christmas or your birthday. It's okay to get up and have breakfast, unwrap presents, and catch up on sleep later." Not too late—”

However, the next second, it was not Brianna who opened the door, but Clark.

Oh, she meant, Clark poked his head out of his room, and as the mother who had raised him for so many years, Martha could tell at a glance that he didn't know why, and for a while he looked a little embarrassed.

The scene was a little awkward for a while.

Brianna lay in Clark's warm blanket as if dead, feeling her whole body being crushed by steel, and she didn't even want to move a finger.

Help, if time goes back to twelve o'clock yesterday, when Clark asked her if she would regret it, she would definitely choose to jump out of bed immediately, and then fly back to New York overnight from here.

This man is horrible.

Although Brianna once felt the excruciating joy in the middle, but more often, the overly aggressive intimacy, the sound and picture that makes people want to lose their memory immediately, and the pain that they never want to experience again, especially In order to achieve her goal faster, she even coaxed Clark that there must be reproductive isolation between them...

ha!She still remembers the reproductive isolation in biology——

Although things didn't go as Brianna wanted in the end.

However, he is not human.

Yes, of course this shame will be on Clark's head, and she will get it back doubled one day.

When she returned her attention, she heard Clark who seemed to be coughing outside the door, "She doesn't seem to be feeling well."

"Unwell? Could it be a cold?" Martha had no objection to Clark's words, after all, she knew that Clark had super hearing.

But knowing that Brianna was ill, Martha's voice suddenly became a little anxious, "The weather is really bad recently, it must be like this... No, I have to go in and have a look."

But as soon as the metal sound of the revolving door handle sounded, Clark coughed harder.

Martha stopped moving, and her voice was slightly suspicious, "Could it be that you have a cold too? But it's impossible..."

"No, I just... I'll take care of her."

"Are you afraid that I will also be infected? No, I am still strong, at least I am not shivering from the cold weather in Kansas like Brianna."

Brianna who was about to die but was dissed:?

"Leave it to me," Clark insisted.

"...Okay, then I'll cook a bowl of hot soup for her."

After speaking, I heard Martha's footsteps gradually going away.

Brianna guessed that Clark should be relieved at this time, but she was a little disappointed.

Because Martha should know the true face of Clark, and tortured her like that last night...

It's just a hypocritical false god.

Just thinking about it, the familiar footsteps came to the door with some heavy, and it seemed like a long time before Brianna felt a slightly dazzling light coming in through the crack of the door.

He stood in front of Brianna's bed, seeing that she seemed to want to get up, he reached out and gently pressed her half-exposed shoulders.

Brianna didn't know whether it was because of fear or desire, her naked body shuddered unconsciously when it touched him.

"I haven't lied to Martha for a long, long time."

In the dimness, she couldn't see Clark's expression clearly, and only heard the man continue, "The last time was because I told Martha that no children in school laughed at my weirdness."

His hand stroked Briana's ruddy but tired face lightly. "Sorry, Bligh. But I can't help it."

Brianna's full attention followed his finger, she knew what he was pointing at, but she just didn't want to talk to him about it, it always reminded her of those limiting images of dying.

Also, what do you mean by 'he never lied to Martha' and it's all her fault?

So she brought up the previous topic with a little resentment, "You can tell Martha the truth, I will say that I have been seducing you, you don't have to think it is your problem."

Clark chuckled, as if he thought Brianna's temper was a little cute.

"No. I'll tell her I love you."