[Zhongyingmei] My students are not right

Elena has always had a crush on Eric. It jumped off the bed, jumped onto the desk in two steps, and barked a few times at Eric outside the window. Claire folded her fingers on it. There was a bounce on his head, and then he turned his head to look out of the window. Eric, who was squatting outside the window, slightly raised his lips, and then Clare heard a "bang", and the window latch had fallen onto her desk.

Claire watched helplessly as Magneto, who was wearing a helmet and a suit of armor, broke into private houses so easily.

This was the first time Claire saw Eric in this outfit outside of TV. The first time she saw Eric dressed in purple on TV, she felt sincerely that there was something wrong with his aesthetics, but When this person stood in front of him and observed carefully, he still felt that there were some merits, such as the line of his waist, which was strangled by the hard armor, which was very obvious.

other……

Others are not yet...

Eric folded his arms and stood leaning against the window, letting her look, and then saw her raise her head and look at him. In her eyes, the light was like a lake reflecting the moonlight. She also followed his example. The appearance hooked the corners of his lips and said, "Close the window."

In this way, the outside wind poured in through the open window. He was wearing armor, so he wouldn't be cold, but Claire was only wearing a set of thin pajamas. The clothes were small green cartoon dinosaurs, spraying with teeth and claws. A small round fireball.

Eric didn't move, only heard the friction sound of the metal patch connecting the window and the window frame, the window was slowly retracted, and then gently closed with the window frame, the sound of the wind and the occasional footsteps downstairs The sound was blocked by the glass, and the whole room suddenly became quiet, and it seemed that the sound of electric current from the desk lamp could be heard.

Jelena jumped off the desk, rubbed Claire's bare ankle, then looked up at Eric, meowing.

Eric bent slightly, stretched out his right hand fingers, and Irina walked over lightly, rubbed his fingers with her forehead, and made a gurgling sound in her throat.

Claire is still very clear about the type of opposite sex that Elena likes. She took a few steps back, sat on the mattress, and then looked down at Eric scratching Elena's chin with her fingers, and followed Ernie's eyes again. Ke's chin floated to the bridge of his nose, and then his full forehead.

Then there was the fuchsia helmet on top of his head.

Claire let out a breath of displeasure.

And Eric raised his eyes slightly, just in time to meet her gaze. He raised one eyebrow and said, "You've been staring at me, is it because you're surprised, or..."

"Accidents are accidents." Claire stared at his helmet, "Why are you wearing this?"

"To prevent Charles from entering my brain," Eric said.

Claire frowned: "But Charles said that he promised you that he would not read your mind lightly."

Eric rubbed the top of Elena's head, then stood up, still smiling, but the smile was not too distracting, he leaned back against the wall and shook his head.

Claire nodded solemnly: "Sure enough..."

"So what?" Eric asked.

Claire took a deep breath, then looked at Eric with serious eyes: "Take off your helmet, even if you have become bald like Tianqi, I will not despise you."

Eric was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing. He took a few steps towards Claire and looked down at her. At this moment, Claire could clearly see the smile in his eyes, without the alienation, as if he just stretched out his hand can touch the general.

He squatted down, and Claire's gaze moved down with him. He gently held Claire's hand on the edge of the bed. His hand was very hot, and the palm was even hotter. The moment Claire touched his palm, suddenly Thinking of his hands igniting fires all over his body, the skin has memories, and where he touched, those trembling sensations connected to the heart quietly revived.

Claire narrowed her eyes slightly, looked at Eric, let Eric hold her hand, and touched his cheek.

A man in his 30s is no better than a teenager, not to mention that Eric has had a rough life since he was a child, running around. His skin is not sharp, and even a little rough. She bent her finger and pressed the pulp on his face After scraping lightly, he frowned slightly, as if feeling an itch, and then looked at her with softer eyes.

Claire raised the corners of her lips, and simply raised her other hand to cover his cheek. She looked down at him from above. After removing her makeup, she was a little less bright than usual, but she was a little more girly. Delicate.

"Magneto, why are you here?" she said.

"I said, I'll come back to see you." Eric said, "Did you forget again?"

Before going to Washington to stop the Sentinel plan, Eric said goodbye to her and said he would come back to see her, but Claire didn't take it seriously at that time, until Eric knocked on the door of her house after the White House incident, she Still a little strange: "Why are you here?"

"Did you forget? As I said, I will come back to see you."

The last time they said goodbye, they sat on the sandstone eroded by wind and sand in the Moon Valley in her memory. He kissed her forehead and said, "I'll see you again later."

This time Claire did not forget, she threw the sentence aside, pulled it out from time to time to think about it, and felt that the moonlight in the Moon Valley reflected Eric very charmingly, and then used more beautiful words to describe the words in her book Eric.

But she still didn't take it seriously.

After hearing Eric's answer, Claire was stunned for a few seconds. The smile in Eric's eyes faded slightly, and he lowered his eyes slightly, covering his own eyes with his eyelashes.

The next moment, Claire said with a smile: "How can anyone visit others without visiting gifts?"

She folded her fingers and flicked Eric's forehead like Elena's head. Eric was a little dazed by her sudden blow, and when he reacted, he grabbed her hand that caused trouble, Claire Laughing, she put her other hand against his forehead, and then only felt her palm loosen, and Eric's helmet was lifted by her.

She was about to take off the helmet altogether, when she heard light footsteps outside the house, she stopped quickly and looked towards the door.

"Claire, the hot milk is on the table, don't forget to drink it." Aunt Carly's voice came from outside the house.

Claire breathed a sigh of relief, and said loudly, "Okay, I'll go down later."

After a pause outside the door for more than ten seconds, Aunt Carly said again: "I know you are very excited about falling in love, but dear Claire, can you stop laughing so loudly, a person in his thirties should fall in love with someone Just like a teenager in the restless period, you can't lose face."

Claire covered her mouth reflexively: "..."

After Aunt Carly finished speaking, she went downstairs. Claire breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the sound of Aunt Carly's footsteps going down the stairs getting farther and farther until they disappeared. She turned her head and looked at Eric. Shi Ye was looking at her with a narrow smile in her eyes. Claire felt a little hot on her face when she thought of what Aunt Carly said just now. She snorted and took off Eric's helmet. Get ready to laugh at the bald guy a lot.

But the fact is not what she thought, Eric's head is still a thick golden brown hair, but it is a bit messy because of her somewhat rough action to take the helmet, not sprayed with hairspray as usual, It was done meticulously, with a few strands of broken hair hanging down to the forehead, which was a little less rigorous and a little more casual than before.

The corners of Eric's eyes rolled up, waiting for her to deliver her disappointment at not seeing the bald head.

"It's not bald." Claire frowned, "It's not normal."

"You just want to see me bald?" Eric asked with a smile.

"If you are bald, I can use you as a test subject to improve my powerful hair growth agent." Claire said, throwing the helmet aside casually.

"That helmet is important," Eric said with a smile.

"Charles isn't interested in knowing what you're doing," Claire said.

Eric just laughed: "In case he is using an optical brain, know what I'm thinking?"

"What were you thinking you couldn't let him know?" Claire said.

Eric took her hand, pressed it against his forehead, and raised his eyebrows: "ready ind."

Claire was stunned for a moment, then raised the corners of her lips: "Do you think I can't read your thoughts?"

Eric looked at her with a smile out of the corner of his eye, but didn't answer.

Claire was gearing up inwardly, haha, you ignorant Muggle, don't you know I have Legilimency, since you sincerely extended the invitation, then I will be merciful and rude.

She stared into Eric's eyes, and when she was about to cast Legilimency, Eric stood up suddenly. She only felt that the light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed. She raised her head slightly following Eric's movements, and Eric Rick had already wrapped her in his arms.

"Forget it, let me tell you what I'm thinking." Eric said, leaning down, holding Claire's shoulders with both hands, and gently kissing Claire's lips.

Claire opened her eyes slightly, and when she was in a daze, Eric's tongue had jumped into her mouth and entangled her tongue. She reflexively leaned back, propped her body with her elbows, and Eric had put his arms around her waist, and wrapped her in his arms.

Their breaths were entangled, and even their vision became blurred. Claire was panting hard. The arms that were supporting her body were no longer wrapped around Eric's neck, and her fingers were inserted into his hair. Sili touched the fine sweat on the back of his neck due to the rising body temperature.

She wanted to tell Eric that she could really read her mind without physically doing it, but Eric's intense kiss had already made her unable to utter a single word.

No wonder Eric didn't want Charles to know what he was thinking.

It was really embarrassing.

The author has something to say: Charles: I don’t even want to know, okay?