[American Team + Avengers] Unbearable love

In the noisy shopping mall, people come and go.

Snow stood in front of the shelves, looking at the dazzling array of colorful skirts, feeling a little headache.

Ever since she agreed to take over the task of being the "bodyguard" of the United Nations meeting, the most enjoyable female agent in Avengers dragged her to a nearby shopping mall.

The euphemistic name is, pick the skirt.

The fact is that you have a shopping desire and you still accuse Steve of having a suit and I don’t have a formal dress, so there’s no need for it at all! Baby feels bitter.

Snow wanted to cry in her heart, but what she hated most in her life was trying on and taking off clothes, trying on and taking off clothes, almost all her clothes were only tried on once 〒▽〒.

Especially the dress! The dress! The elegant and restrained dress! Say the important thing three times!

"Snow, what are you doing?" Natasha had a strapless red dress in her left hand and a purple dress with suspenders in her right hand. When she saw the girl standing blankly in front of the mirror, she couldn't help shouting, "Come and try this Two."

Life is really lonely as snow.

Snow staggered and walked into the small fitting room for the fifth time.

Natasha carefully flipped through the magazine in her hand page by page, trying to find some more suitable dresses for Snow.

"Hmm..." She tapped her chin, raised her eyebrows and pondered for a while, then pointed to one of the pictures and asked the staff beside her, "Do you still have this set?"

"Yes." The waitress replied with a smile, "Miss, you have a good eye. This belongs to the Charm series of dresses newly launched by our store, and it is of the same type as the red dress just now."

"Thank you." The corners of Natasha's mouth hooked slightly, "Please help me get it."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the fitting room was slowly opened, and the girl in the red dress came out cautiously.

Suddenly the audience fell silent.

The retro red dress that many women can't control is even more beautiful on a fair-skinned girl. The bright red silk flows down like gorgeous blood, and it is firmly held at the knees, outlining the perfect curve.

After working as an agent for so many years, I have disguised many identities, and I have met so many Natashas of all shapes and sizes.

I feel that there may be no one in this life who is more beautiful than Snow at this time.

She began to wonder what happened to herself who used to abuse countless overly praised words on those ordinary-faced mortals :).

There is no harm without comparison, and she suddenly lost the confidence in her figure that she was proud of.

When she was on a mission in China, she had heard an old saying used to describe beautiful women.At that time, even though she was good at Chinese, she couldn't fully understand the meaning of the ancient language.

Now, she finally really understands the meaning of the poem.

"Hands are like catkins, skin is like creamy fat, collar is like grub, teeth are like gourd rhinoceros, gnat's head is moth eyebrows, smile is sweet, eyes are beautiful."

"It seems as if the moon is covered by light clouds, and the snow flutters like a flowing wind." Natasha couldn't help murmuring.

What to do if a married woman is so breathtakingly beautiful and irresistible to snatch it, wait online, it's very urgent.

Standing there, Snow pulled down the hem of her skirt awkwardly, completely unaware that in just a few minutes, a certain agent who had always been domineering and sloppy had his mind turned back and forth thousands of times, and he had no idea how many women's little hearts he had hit.

She nah said, "It's a bit short..."

After speaking, he carefully glanced at Natasha with a delicate expression.

"It's not short, it's not short." The waiter came back to his senses and trot up to adjust the skirt with a trembling heart.

Not short? !snow glanced at the skirt that was 3 cm above the knee, and cast a contemptuous look at the waiter who tied the accessories on her—you are kidding me :).

waiter:......

Our prudish Steve would never give this dress a corner of his eye.

Natasha looked at the girl in front of her, and when Snow was about to go back to the room and take off, she slammed the table, "That's it!"

watt? !

So how did the dress end up in her hands in the end.

Snow sat in the car with a dazed face, and the rough feeling of the paper bag touched by his elbow was still somewhat unreal.

She seemed to remember that she struggled for a while, and justly stated that she would never wear a short skirt higher than her knees.

But within a few seconds, he fell under the pomegranate skirt of the experienced Natasha.

The beautiful queen Natasha gently raised her chin, gave an intimate kiss on the cheek, and said seductively with her unique hoarse voice: "Be obedient. You look good in your clothes."

So he lost his ability to resist in a daze, and was dragged out of the store without even changing his clothes, and stuffed into the car.

Embarrassed, Snow grabbed the bag and put it on his lap, blocking his thighs that had barely seen the sun.

She had foreseen that her happy and happy married life was about to fall apart.

Steve I'm sorry for you. T^T

Snow can only hope that the death penalty will come more slowly.

Nine p.m

The car was parked steadily downstairs in the apartment building. Given the superb driving skills of the seasoned agent, there were almost no obstacles like traffic jams along the way except for red lights, which meant that she was about to wear a " Cool" short skirt facing her lover.

Snow pushed the car door tremblingly, and climbed off the seat tremblingly.

The culprit even blew a sweet kiss before closing the door, "I'm sure Steve will thank me."

Snow staggered violently.

So someone who was frightened took the elevator even more frightenedly, and walked to the door of the house tremblingly. When he was hesitating whether to run away, the keen-hearing Captain America had already heard his wife's footsteps and opened the door in time.

"Snow, you..." The gentle voice stopped abruptly when Snow's figure was fully displayed in front of his eyes.

"Hi~Steve." Snow beckoned pitifully, remembering what happened a long time ago, his voice was trembling with fright.

The azure eyes rolled into dark blue at an imperceptible speed, and Steve pulled Snow into the door without saying a word, with his characteristic warm smile still on his face.

Huh?Could it be that Steve doesn't blame me Y(^_^)Y

Snow thought secretly, and obediently followed through the threshold.

The door made a "click" sound.

Snow took off his shoes and put the paper bag containing his clothes on the shoe cabinet.Just about to turn around and ask the captain who has been calm and calm from the beginning to now.

In an instant, an irresistible force pressed her against the door panel, the breath belonging to Captain America forcibly invaded her domain, and overwhelming kisses swept over.

I knew it. (╥﹏╥)

The author has something to say:

Considering that the little angels said it was too short to read, I wondered if I could write 2000 words...

Oh my god I did it I did it!! O(≧▽≦)O