[Comprehensive British and American] Self-cultivation of trans-wearers

"Honey over there - hey, can you come and give me a hand?"

The Nancy girl squatted at the door with her knees hugged, pretending she didn't hear her, and silently recited the Eight Honors and Eight Disgraces and the core values ​​of socialism.

The owner of the strange eyes was looking at her with a smile, which made her feel very emboldened.

I don't know why the concept of reverse wear suddenly appeared in her mind?Apart from thinking that it would be a realistic cosplay, Nancy really didn't seem to think about other aspects.

For example, performance art, or deliberately breaking into other people's houses or something.

"...Forget it, what a big deal it can be." He said to himself to cheer himself up, and couldn't help raising his head to glance at him quickly, pinching the hole card hidden in his hand, Nan Xi comforted herself: "Could that guy still eat me?"

The undried black hair was scattered around her face, and the thin ends of the hair were attached to her rosy cheeks, matching Nancy's muttering words, she looked delicate and cute.

Calling for help was unsuccessful, and he also heard a lot of broken thoughts. The crisp and soft voice was full of shyness and vigilance. Tony felt that the character of the little beauty in front of him was so sweet that he exploded .

"Well, it depends on whether you are hot enough sweetheart?" He tilted his head, his slender neck linked with the swing of his shoulder blades, raised a nice arc, and he spoke frivolous words at his fingertips, looking very casual.

"Of course the answer is yes, sweetheart, were you worried about my answer just now?"

She was stunned by the unexpected response and content, and it took a few seconds for Nancy to find her voice again.

"You, I didn't—"

Uh, no, who messed up her lines?How did it become like this?

How to break the sense of sight of this idol drama?Nancy's face was flushed, and she felt that the shame in her heart was about to soar to the highest level.

But Tony felt that there was nothing wrong with this direction, and held his head with great interest. Compared with Nancy's pure black pupils, his pupils were much lighter, and he was looking up and down at her meaninglessly at this moment.

"It's kind of unkind, but I have to say, sweetheart, your bathrobe looks terribly sexy—I mean, pretty cool." He finished with a nod, adding confidently and slowly One sentence: "And in front of me, there is no need to be so nervous, sweetheart?"

The sweet talk that came out of his mouth seemed to be his natural talent. He stroked his chin, and his shining eyes had been looking at Nancy since he opened his mouth. His burning eyes were extraordinary.

He made Nancy, who had never encountered such a situation, feel a little at a loss.

Leaning against the wall behind him, there is still a painful scratch on the side of his chin that is oozing blood faintly, and the thinly dyed clothes look extremely embarrassing, but he still looks like nothing happened .

It's not like nothing happened?After all, the first thing she said after waking up from the ruins was flirtatious. Nancy was convinced of some of his qualities.

"What's your last name?" She tentatively tried, and at the same time, she turned around and grabbed the doorknob with her other hand, still not lacking in vigilance.

The way she probed her head made Tony feel like a forest squirrel wary of everyone.

"...Are you kidding me?" Tony winked playfully at her in a relaxed tone. Nancy didn't care much about the stuff overflowing between his pupils. On the contrary, what she said made her black line abnormal, "Tony Stark, baby, are you asking knowingly? Very creative idea, isn't it?"

The short hair hanging on the forehead is indeed wet with sweat, and the nostalgia in the eyes does not seem to be bluffing.

"Hmmm... don't know what happened after the party to get me crashing here... but obviously sweetheart you're the winner of the night? Congratulations on the grand prize, and Tony Have a good night together, Stark?"

Arms wrapped around his own, Tony tilted his head to look at her, thinking he would hear an unbelievable cheer in a few seconds.

Nancy glanced at Tony, who was full of confidence, and then at the wreckage of armor that could barely be seen in the ruins beyond him, and was silent for a while.

Where did he come to this conclusion?

"No, I haven't heard of this name at all. Who are you? Where do you live? Have you brought your ID card, passport, etc.? And for this compensation, do you plan to pay in cash or by card?" Look at his extremely proud look , Nancy felt that she wanted to hate him and her mind became ready to move.

The cross-examination skills learned from the sharp-eyed aunt of the neighborhood committee are really effective. At least Tony can only leave a long series of ellipsis after hearing it.

"Cough cough cough... Am I not in Manhattan right now? Stark needs to carry his passport with him?" Responding casually, Tony saw that he couldn't figure it out, so he changed his mind again, blinking his eyes and looking around. Looking around, the disgusted eyes pointed at this terrible environment, "Sweetheart, why don't we talk in a place that is more suitable for chatting? I think I'm bleeding too much and weak and in urgent need of treatment...how about letting Shall we have a romantic candlelight dinner, and then have an affectionate conversation on the couch or in the bedroom?"

Every time he said a word, he took a step closer, and when Tony finished all the words he had prepared, he just happened to come in front of her.

Looking at his pale but still healthy complexion, Nancy raised her eyebrows, "You're weak from blood loss?!"

Seeing that there was something going on, Tony nodded immediately: "Yeah! I need a hug from my sweetheart to get better!"

Nancy: "...I'm not a cure for sores Thank you!"

"Huh? Isn't sweetheart the only antidote to heal my wounds?" Tony tilted his head and pretended to be stupid, and the way he shrugged his shoulders made her feel powerless to argue with him again.

Turning around suspiciously twice, Nancy moved her right hand, as if trying to reach out and stroke Tony's neck and face, to confirm whether he really existed.

Tony rested up, arms crossed, waiting for the beauty's active contact.

"I think it's better for you to rest first." As soon as Nancy straightened her face, she took the opportunity to stick a spell on his forehead that she had been clutching for a long time: "Don't follow me, if you want to stop the bleeding, use medicine yourself box!"

From the lower level of the side cabinet, she found a white plastic box very skillfully. Nancy picked up the medicine box and stuffed it into his hands, then turned around without looking back.

Pulling her bathrobe that was so long that it was almost reaching the floor, she almost couldn't hold on to her stern face, and a thin layer of blood floated on her face. The experienced Tony knew that she was shy.

"..."

However, he got a small medicine box in his arms, and a yellow talisman was pasted on his forehead like a joke. Tony felt that his subtle toothache still had the upper hand.

Sweetheart, does this kind of operation still exist?

Even if there is no beauty in his arms, greet him with soft words, at least gently use tweezers dipped in alcohol, and wipe off the bloodstains on his body bit by bit... Isn't that too much?

Nancy: Huh—that's too much!

Taking a step to catch up with Nancy, Tony bumped his head into the air in pain, embarrassingly realizing that he really couldn't take a step out of the scope of this room.

Unwilling to give up, he tried again, but in the end he could only helplessly cover his head, watching Nancy's back disappear behind the door frame.

Gritting his teeth, he stretched out his hand and pulled the yellow paper on his forehead... Good guy, it looks like it was stained with 502, but he couldn't pull such a small piece of broken talisman paper? !

After wandering around carelessly for two times, after Nancy left, Tony just groped the room.

It was a normal place, a room in an ordinary apartment building. The walls and floor seemed to be peeled off and damaged because of his fall, but it was good that he didn't fall directly from such a high floor.

The emotion accumulated in the eyes seems to have pressed the stop button in an instant, and once the warm color stops, the bitter coldness spreads immediately.

Interesting.

There was no one around, he tightly pursed his lips that were fading from color little by little, and he didn't say a word for a long time.

The smile on the mouth is slowly fading, there is always a process.

He lowered his head and took out a small measuring instrument from his close-fitting pocket. He seemed to have finally woken up a bit. Pressing a finger, the dazzling bright red immediately squeezed onto the measuring device of the instrument.

"Blood toxin 60%"

The final arc froze at the corner of his mouth.

"..."

A phrase like a whisper disappeared behind the door, like a storm of emotions, simple and isolated.

Back in her living room, it was true that Nancy bit her lip and quickly changed her clothes, but her nervous thinking was not fake.

The best partner of human beings in summer—the air conditioner, is still working diligently, sending out a cool breeze that can calm her down.

"Why does he have such an attitude..." Naturally, there is no need to hide anything in her own territory. The calculations and thoughts in Nancy's eyes can be seen at a glance, and her frowning eyebrows vividly show her personality. Confuse.

Her doubts, of course, are not unreasonable.

"I have come to a completely unfamiliar environment... the genuine Mr. Stark will be such a guy who puts all doubts aside and starts to flirt with girls? Don't be a fanboy!"

Doubts arose suddenly. Nancy, who liked to think more deeply since she was a child, felt that the more she came into contact with him, the more things seemed wrong.

She also purposely stared at the reactor on his chest for a while, the battle suit and the reactor, and it was Nancy who confirmed that this imitated, somewhat flirtatious guy was really that superhero ironclad evidence.

Even if you are an ordinary person, when you open your eyes and appear in a completely unfamiliar environment with injuries on your body, no matter who you are, you will definitely feel puzzled and wary of the first person who appears in front of you, right?

What's more, Tony Stark is a guy who is very special in any sense?

Who is Tony Stark?

If Nancy were to answer this question, her first impression would be to open her mouth.

"Billionaire!" That's what she said to her friends who went to the cinema to watch a movie together at that time, "If you want to gain any ability, you don't need anything else, this one is enough!"

The little friend thought about her personality and style, and fell silent in agreement.

But what about other than billionaires? !

A genius inventor and creator, a successful businessman, a team leader...and a playboy, all of the above are labels that can be slapped on this man.

Expressing wait-and-see for the first three items, and expressing that she wanted to hit someone for the fourth item, Nan Xikong eyed the TV for a while, but put down the murderous spells that she unconsciously squeezed in her hands.

She felt that she needed to have a long talk with him.

For example, how did this accident happen.

For example, if he is really Tony Stark, how should he return to his own world.

Another example, why on earth could he speak such fluent Chinese?

The author has something to say: I will see you tomorrow when you practice immortality in the middle of the night