[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

The US team's feeling at the moment is probably rather strange.

The little doctor on his lap was seriously kissing his mouth, but he didn't find it irritating or embarrassing, and he even wanted to laugh a little in his calmness.

Even when "pollinating" -- as the bee called it -- Joward's actions remained nonthreatening.He didn't dare to stick the tip of his tongue into the other's mouth like Poison Ivy, but used his soft cat lips to suck the man's plump lips solemnly, making a light chirping sound.

...This guy, isn't he sucking milk?

Cap gently pressed his shoulder, pushing him away from his face.He looked at Joward's innocent blue drooping eyes, and said helplessly and amusedly: "I'm sorry doctor, because of my physique, you can't pollinate me—and your method is not right at all."

Joward immediately felt offended, and ordered unhappily, "Tryme."

After he finished speaking, he leaned over again, spitting his face like a kitten.

Captain America: "..."

He was already Buddha, with one hand formally covering his cat's lips, and the other hand learning to operate the Batmobile's panel, calling out the real-time surveillance video on their way home to confirm the road conditions.

The little doctor was blocked by him, so he bit his hand angrily to vent his anger.The US team confirmed that the road conditions were good, and when they finally got some attention on the little doctor, they saw the corners of his eyes that were red with anger.

So he laughed again.

The moral model of the United States was so soft in his heart, he raised his hand to rub the soft brown hair of the young man, and then he was sucked again as a matter of course.Just suck it, he thought to himself, anyway, he was not the one who was ashamed after waking up.

Somehow, he felt like he hadn't met this type of person in a long time.Peaceful, soft, pure, the years are quiet and good.He has never left the battlefield of bullets and bullets in his life. Except for the short period of literary soldiers, he is either fighting to the death or on the way to fighting to the death.

Sometimes when he was in that veterinary clinic, warming his feet under the warming lamp, or napping on Joward's neck, the GI would come back to a memory over and over.That memory is not even a complete fragment, but a broken light and shadow.

One winter day during World War II, he and his comrades stood guard in the frozen garrison. All the soldiers were covered with frost and snow on their heads and bodies, and they had to hold their guns and remain motionless.Then it got dark and a light came on at a farmhouse near them.

He could never forget the window of the farmhouse.The light was orange, reflecting a warm square against the thick white snow.There was a crackling fire in the window, a sleeping cat, a dog prancing around, an old couple, and their dutiful son.

The smell of potato bisque wafted from that window far away, filling their fortifications.

Neither he nor the soldiers spoke, just stood there blankly watching.In another 30 minutes, they will go to battle to support the front line, stepping into the meat grinder called war without hesitation, but at least for the present 30 minutes, he feels calm and satisfied—even if the warm-colored cube that fell on the snow is not the same in his life will be his.

The Batmobile screeched to a screeching halt.

Thanks to Captain America's extraordinary reflexes, otherwise, the little doctor would have hit the panel of the Batmobile directly.But even when he caught Joe Ward in time, Joe Ward still knocked his mouth bleeding.

Joe Ward covered his mouth and cried with a woof.

Captain America looked up at the screen in front of the car.A small video window just popped up on the screen, with Batman's expressionless face in the window.

Captain America: "I'm sorry, I was distracted just now. As for Xiao Qiao... You know, he was poisoned."

Batman said lukewarmly: "I understand. Make him buckle up."

They are now not far from the clinic.What Batman meant was that they met up directly at the clinic, parked in the alley behind the clinic, and tried to be as inconspicuous as possible.When their conditions are sufficient, they will re-select the site to build a new base, and then open a secret passage from the ground to the clinic.Otherwise, every time they finish the task and go directly back to the clinic, they are likely to be followed by the enemy and ransacked their homes.

Captain America looks at the time in the car.He spent 10 minutes like Batman, but the bat recovered its body about 2 minutes earlier than him.

Now the bat has only about 1 minute left, and I have about 3 minutes left.

The US team looked at the surveillance screen in the car, and frowned: "There is a convenience store robbery two streets away, I guess I still have time to solve the two little thieves. So next, you will take over Xiao Qiao?"

Batman has no objection.But he reminded the US team: "When we shrink, there will be 100 minutes of mandatory sleep time, and you must return to the clinic before the time runs out."

Captain America: "Understood."

The Batmobile, disguised as a gray sedan, turned into the alley behind the clinic.The US team opened the car door and walked out, then handed Joe Ward, who was struggling into a twisted ball, into the hands of the long-awaited bat.

……

Today is a peaceful and peaceful day for the little spider who stays behind in the clinic.

Although there is no way to accompany Joward on missions, but with Captain America and Batman around, he feels that he doesn't need to worry about anything.

Mr. Stark has been drawing engineering drawings all morning. As soon as this man starts working, his ears can't hear anything else.The bored little spider wandered around the clinic, stole a carton of milk from the refrigerator, inserted a straw, sat on the milk carton and sucked it into its mouth.

He swung his legs, looked at the sky for a while, looked at the ground for a while, and then turned around by chance, and saw a huge bat standing silently under the top window of the attic.

Little Spider: "Pfft—"

He spat up milk all over the place.

Batman is obviously heavy enough to crush the back of an adult, but he never makes a sound when he lands. This is probably one of the top ten unsolved mysteries in the world.

Batman didn't come back alone.There was another person wrapped in his dark cloak, and now the brown head came out and started punching and kicking Batman.

The remaining milk in the little spider's mouth flowed down his dull, half-open mouth.

... Oh shit, what did he see, the little doctor beat up Batman online!This is that Batman, the legend of Gotham, the boss of Zhenglian, Batman!

The battered Batman remained motionless.He held Joward in one hand, and with the other he took out the test tube containing the antidote from his belt.

Batman said lightly: "Drink it."

The plant toxins in Joward's body sent a strong warning signal to Joward's nerves out of survival instinct.So Joward slapped the test tube into the air, and accused him confidently: "Sir, this is murder! You are murdering my love with Ivy!"

Batman casually caught the flying test tube.He looked at the alarm clock on the bedside in the attic. He had about 40 seconds left before he would return to his ball form.

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The little doctor was still wriggling wildly in his hand, his mouth like a machine gun and farting rainbow farts: "How could anyone not love the Queen of Poison Ivy? How could someone reject a real fairy?? How could someone ignore her?" Her gorgeous red hair? How could anyone not want to kiss her... Mmm!"

The foot of the single bed "clanged" and made a loud noise.

Little Spider: "...Wow, wait, wait?! Easy!!"

Tony at work looks up: o_0? ? ?

Joe Ward knew he was struggling to get out of bed when he was thrown on the soft mattress; but Batman didn't give him the chance.

There were two light clicks, and no one saw Batman's movements clearly. Joe Ward's hands were already handcuffed to the bed frame.

Batman didn't talk nonsense, pinched the little doctor's mouth open with one hand, pushed the stopper of the test tube with his thumb with the other hand, tilted the test tube and poured it into his mouth.Even though it looked tough, he remembered to tilt Joe Ward's head so he wouldn't choke him.

It's a pity that someone doesn't appreciate it at all.

Joward: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

The little doctor who was pressed on the bed resisted fiercely, squeezed his cheeks and poured him the antidote, and he desperately wanted to vomit, so Batman vomited all over his hands.The toxin spores in his body knew that this was a lethal drug, and they instinctively manipulated the host's nerves, refusing to let even a drop of the antidote be poured into it.

Batman narrowed his eyes.

He held up Joward's head, directly thrust the test tube into the opponent's mouth, pressed his tongue and poured it in, and did not give him any chance to spit it out.

The test tube containing the antidote was only two fingers thick, but because Batman pinched his cheek, the little doctor's mouth was still full.Joward was forced to swallow the potion with his head raised, while shaking his head vigorously trying to break free—of course his strength was no match for the Dark Knight, and in the end, Joward had no choice but to give in.

He wept in humiliation for his dying love.

Joe Ward hiccups while crying: "I don't- hiccup ~ worship you anymore!"

With a test tube in his mouth, and whimpering and inaudible, Batman chooses to be a little deaf and blind.The little spider ball kept jumping up and down on the bedside, screaming and spraying the spider silk ball at him, probably trying to vent his anger on Joe Ward, but Batman also chose to turn a blind eye.

Batman drank the whole antidote, squeezed Joward's chin, and carefully studied the other's blue eyes.The doctor just spat out half a tube of the antidote, he was not sure if the toxin could be completely eliminated, if not——Batman looked at the potion in his hand with a blank expression, he had to force Joe Ward to lick his glove clean.

Batman: "Joe Ward."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, and when he called someone's name softly, there was a kind of sexy that made people's ears go soft.

Joward lay on the pillow watching him, his eyes were wet, his mouth was wet, his face was wet.He was still crying and hiccupping, his lips were red from being ravaged, his watery blue eyes were full of reluctance and embarrassment, and he stared at Batman with tears in his eyes.

... Some boys actually look better when they cry than when they don't cry - no, let's think about the poison first.

What made him a little relieved was that the unwillingness in those drooping blue eyes began to be gradually replaced by Qingming.

Batman whispered again: "Joe Ward, can you hear me?"

Compared with Batman's calm and calm from beginning to end, Joe Ward's expression is very exciting.

Joe Ward looked at the man on his body, and at the hands that were handcuffed above his head, blinking slowly: "...uh—what—wait...let me think—oh—!

...what did he do? !