When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

While dazed, Clark's eyes turned upside down in an instant, and the back of his head was already pillowed on the soft bed.

He lost control of his body.Of course, if he resisted vigorously, he might succeed in his struggle. After all, Xilia was still drunk, and his ability control must be imprecise.However, it doesn't seem necessary.The physical abilities of the two of them are already higher than that of humans. If they struggle too much and ruin Wayne Manor, it seems that the loss outweighs the gain.

So, Superman just yelled helplessly, "Selia!"

At first, since he was lying on his back, he could see nothing but the ceiling.But his ears were still sensitive, he heard a rustling sound, as if Celia was propping himself up, and then he suddenly felt a soft palm on his chest.

He lowered his head vigorously, fortunately his skin is tight, otherwise he would have a double chin.At last he saw Celia, her hands on his chest as if on an armrest.Her consciousness seemed a little blurred, her brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes were narrowed into slits.Celia put her hand on his chest mark hard——she actually straddled his lower abdomen!

Superman's eyes widened, his abs curled up in horror.

This development was a bit out of his control.

"Selia." Superman said in a deep voice.This time, it was more serious and low, "Stop messing around, look at you, you—"

Before he finished speaking, there was a pause.Because Celia raised her hand and pinched his chin.It's not the domineering president's way of resting his fingers on the tip of his chin, but the pinching method of the tiger's mouth tightly fitting the chin, with the index finger and thumb pinched on the face.

Superman's pupils constricted, he stared, and the fingers pinching his cheek were weak, but the key was that he couldn't move.Celia's thoughts are already hard to guess when she is sober, let alone drunk mode.

Celia put one hand on Superman's chest and pinched his face with the other. She lowered her head, as if trying to identify Clark, but she was too drunk, and when she lowered her head, her body shook, almost fell, and she stabilized herself.Clark's breathing rate was almost in sync with her movements.

"...Superman?" she muttered.

"Yes." Superman breathed a sigh of relief, and he thought this might be the beginning of Celia's slow sobriety.He said, "If you recognize me, come on, let go of my bondage, and I will forgive you for what you have done."

Celia ignored it.She hung her head unsteadily, her bright yellow eyes narrowed into a slit, and looked at his face.

"You...you really..." she murmured.She bowed her head, her long black curly hair falling from her shoulders.Celia smiled, but that kind of drunken smirk, "You are the only normal-looking human being I have met since I came to Earth."

"I'm a Kryptonian." Clark couldn't help retorting.

Celia didn't seem to hear what he was saying, or she was drunk and just wanted to talk, not listen.

Celia lowered her head, and she finally let go of Clark's jaw, but she usually made a lot of small movements with her hands, and now she couldn't stop.She reached out and rubbed Clark's hair aimlessly - not the gentle teasing of a woman, but the feeling of rubbing some animal.After a while, I got bored, and pinched Clark's earlobe again.

Just as Clark was about to stop her, he heard Celia speak intermittently again.

"Actually... I think that I might like people like you very much." Silia stared at Superman's ears in a daze, and murmured as if in a fugue, "After all, you are very powerful, stronger than your father. And ...you don't think I'm weird either."

Hearing what she said, Clark felt complicated.On the one hand, when Celia said 'like', his chest was a little numb, and his heart was like a stone submerged by the seawater as the tide gradually rose. The stone seemed to rise and fall with the seawater, but the stone was a hard stone after all.But when she came to the end, his heart sank again.

Celia is of course very strange, her living conditions are incompatible with the earth.He believes that even on the Thanos spaceship, she is very marginal. After all, it is a place where force is paramount. Even though Celia grew up there these years, she may not be taken seriously.It can be seen from Proxima Centauri's attitude towards her. Perhaps other than Gamora, other people will think she is strange.

Clark naturally felt the same way. He didn't understand why Celia thought this way. Maybe he just didn't talk much and wasn't very expressive.

He was silent, not knowing what to say.I heard Xilia continue to say, "It's just... a pity..."

"What a pity?" Superman frowned slightly.

Celia finally couldn't sit still, she couldn't support herself, her body fell, and she rested her elbows on his chest instead.She crouched on his chest, her bleary eyes fixed on Superman's face.

"...Unfortunately, you are not very handsome."

Superman froze.

He thought of countless possibilities behind that half sentence, but he never expected it to be this sentence.

Although he is not as narcissistic about his appearance as Bruce and Tony are, but he can't be ugly, right?

"Hey, your appearance is too ordinary." Xilia said with emotion, "If you were more handsome, maybe I would really like you."

Clark has always been a cold-faced boy. Although he didn't think too much about Celia, he felt inexplicably upset when he heard her say that.

"Who do you think is more handsome than me?"

When this topic was mentioned, Xilia's sanity seemed to be a little clearer.

"My dad is the most handsome man in the world," she said adoringly.

"I beat your father in one stroke," said Superman coldly.

"You must be jealous of his handsomeness," Celia said.

Superman...Superman was speechless.

Before he could say anything else, he felt his chest sink.Celia lay completely on his chest, but she just squeezed her left fist against her chin, and her eyes seemed to be a little hard to open.

"Don't worry... I won't discriminate against you." She said intermittently, "I understand the feeling of not being good-looking, so... Phew... I will never bully you."

At this moment, no amount of anger in Clark's heart dissipated.He sighed helplessly.

"Okay, sleep quickly if you're sleepy."

"...Wine." Silia muttered.

Clark stared up at the ceiling, sighing silently.

His body still couldn't move, which meant that Xilia hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, Xilia, who seemed stable, frowned again. She stretched out her hand, fumbling for something.She finally touched something, then pulled it over and covered her body.

She pulled off Superman's white cape.

Seeing Celia wrapping herself in the cloak and falling asleep, Clark sighed deeply again.

After an unknown period of time, Xilia's breathing finally began to grow longer.Clark moved his dangling pinky slightly, and his body was able to move again.

Clark lowered his head slowly, looking at Celia who was sleeping curled up on his chest, he stretched out his hand - and put it gently on Celia's back.

He did this only because he was worried about waking her up and tossing about endlessly. Yes, it was because of this simple reason, and he had absolutely no other ideas!

Even half a year ago, not to mention other people, even Clark himself would not have believed that one day he would let someone get so close to him.

Perhaps it was a mistake to keep Xilia. If he had let her leave the earth directly, he would not have known her blood relationship, and so many things would not have been involved.The point is, he doesn't need to worry about these troubles, and can still live alone and quietly in the North Pole as before.

He knew it would be unwise to keep Celia on Earth.How can a person who wanders the universe and has no sense of nostalgia for his homeland and belonging be suitable for staying on a planet like Earth, which is heavily guarded and has not had cosmic trade with aliens.She was doomed to be out of place, and Clark also knew that maybe he shouldn't have asked Celia to change the presumptuous part of his character, maybe that was the real character that was freed from years of repression and truly belonged to her.

Superman sighed silently again.

In those two months, he had more mood swings than in the past ten years combined.

He lowered his head and looked at Silia, who was sleeping peacefully on his chest. During his breathing, Superman actually began to soften his heart.

...Forget it, according to what Strange said, all developments are traceable and predestined.That being the case, let's do it first.With him and so many superheroes around, not to mention Helia, even the more difficult guys can't get any benefits, so why does he always have trouble with a little girl?

Thinking of this, Superman's mentality gradually stabilized.

He stroked Celia's back.

The moonlight spilled into the house from the window and fell on the two of them, dyeing the white cloak with a layer of warm moonlight.

Superman breathed quietly, and there was still a faint smell of wine in the room.

Is this a taste of home?Clark thought.

Unknowingly, Superman, who was never hungry or tired, seemed to be shrouded in drowsiness. He trembled his eyelashes slightly, and finally closed his eyes and fell asleep.

……

He hadn't slept in bed for a long time, and when the sun came in abundantly, Clark seemed to return to the farm in the small town in a half-dream.At that time, the sun was shining through the grain, and my mother was drying clothes outside, and the pleasant smell of fragrance floated into the house along the sunlight.

After a while, he seemed to smell the aroma of wine lingering in his nose again, and he seemed to be able to see people from Krypton sitting together, laughing and drinking, tasting fine wine.

Clark slowly opened his eyes, and he returned to the present, this new earth created by him.

He breathed lightly, but he could no longer find the warm feeling in the half-dream and half-awake.Superman rubbed his temples, he propped up his body, and when he raised his head, he met Celia's eyes who were sitting by the bed, and he was slightly stunned.

Celia saw that Superman was staring at her in a daze.She smiled and rubbed his forehead with her knuckles.

"Do you know that I was drunk last night?" Celia said excitedly, "I dreamed about my sister! Since I left her, I haven't slept so well in a long time."

Clark stared at her, and after a while, the man sighed softly.

He looked at her a little helplessly, and then by surprise, he reached out and messed up Celia's hair.

—this is revenge for what she did last night!