[Comprehensive British and American] Chaoying Pet Shop

The author has something to say: I have repaired it two hundred times, and there is only one kiss left. Sisters who are reviewing, I am Qiuqiu, you are merciful, let people go, and this week will be smooth or2

Bruce snatched five or six from the pile of small packages with one hand.

When he returned to the bed, his cute little boy was still crying, his blue eyes were closed and his brow was frowning, his body was still trembling slightly.

A very weak, pitiful, and full of lust.

He was still wearing that abstinence-style suit and vest, and he had been lying in the hospital for a year, and his waist had been reduced a lot. A man seemed to be able to hold more than half of it with one arm.

Bruce went to entangle his lips and tongue again, kissing him so that he faltered;

At the same time, he lifted up the hem of the little doctor's shirt with one hand, poked it in, and felt the water dripping softly with his hand.

Everything was just as he had imagined, as long as the man's hands were tightened cruelly, all the delicate flesh would be squeezed out from between the knuckles, covered with a thin layer of sweat, it would be wet and soft in the hands.

Moreover, his little boy was too sensitive, whenever his waist was touched, his body would tremble uncontrollably, writhing around on his big bed, scratching like he wanted to die.

Bruce gnawed enough of the cat's lips and went to bite his ears.

The scorching breath penetrated into his earholes warmly, and Joward's body subconsciously wanted to shrink into the mattress, no matter how he shrank, he couldn't escape the man's low whisper.

Bruce asked him in a low voice, "—okay?"

He asked endless questions, but he didn't believe his little boy wouldn't understand him after establishing the mental link.

Five or six small packages were held in his wide palm, the man's strong arms supported the side of the little doctor's head, his back was tense and arched like a leopard about to hunt.

Sweat dripped from the forehead of the stern and rational Dark Knight.

He couldn't help it.

He asked again: "Are you okay?"

This time the question was poured in by biting the little doctor's earlobe.

As if knowing that his subwoofer was a temptation to Joward, he deliberately bit the words in a deep and hoarse voice, with a hoarse gasp that no one could refuse.

Joe Ward was pinned down by him, shaking like a drowning cat under him, his brown hair already wet with sweat.

Bruce brushed his sweaty hair back and leaned down to kiss his heart.

——Fortunately, Bruce kissed the heart first.

What he kissed under his lips was the beating heart of the little boy.

It didn't matter at first, but then it jumped faster and faster, faster and faster, when the dark knight realized something was wrong, he immediately stood up, took out the clothes from the doctor's mouth, opened his eyelids, and looked at his pupils .

The blue pupil has been slack, tears can't stop shedding, the whole person is delirious.

After the clothes were ripped out, Joward murmured the same sentence: "My pants are wet..."

Bruce frowned.

When soft comforting didn't work, he stuck the tip of his tongue into the boy's clenched mouth again, following the never-broken spiritual link, and re-invaded his consciousness.

This is the first time the Dark Knight has clearly seen the part that is blocked under the black cloth.

A bedroom without a window.Soft wool rugs.Big black bed.

And men in suits and leather shoes sitting in armchairs.

A young lithe version of the little doctor stood before him.

He was explaining something long and hard, his fair face flushed red, and he pulled the quilt on his body helplessly.

His legs felt a little sticky and hot, which he found when he woke up this morning.

The psychiatrist listened to him patiently and gently.

After the long and stuttering explanation was finished, he leaned forward, holding a pen and notebook in his hand, and said softly to his little lamb:

"I thought we'd discussed it, Joe."

Joe Ward looked like he was about to cry: "I didn't... I didn't touch myself... It's out of my control, doc, I just get up in the morning and it's... it's wet..."

Hannibal: "No, I'm not blaming you. You're a teenager, and there's nothing wrong with masturbating. But I guess our deal is, you stick to the schedule I give you, don't you?"

Joward closed his eyes and clutched his quilt tightly in his hands.

Finally he said, "Yes, Doctor."

Hannibal said softly, "What else?"

"..."

"What else, Joe?"

Joward: "—and, in front of you."

Hannibal: "Look, you remember. So I think we need a little punishment. Maybe three minutes?"

Joward trembled all over: "...please, doctor, please."

The spiritual link was suddenly broken.

Joward was lucid for a moment, and in that moment, covering his face in tears, he yelled at the dark knight on top of him, "Don't look at me—don't look at me—!"

Bruce reacted quickly, and stuck his fingers between the opponent's teeth like lightning, otherwise he might bite off his tongue in the next second.

He began to convulse violently and retch.

But he was brutally kept his consciousness, and within the limited range of control over his body, he forced himself not to scream.

The blue pupils were dilated, and the hallucinations of countless flashes and explosions were raging in his eyes. He could hardly hear the voice of the dark knight calling him, and his ears were completely filled with the sound of explosions and screams.

A full 2 years.

His severe PTSD had never been so violent.

He was helpless, he couldn't tell who the person in front of him was, he could only beg again and again: "Help me, doctor—help me—"

The handsome man in the illusion has such a calm expression.

There is always a smile in his eyes when he looks at the young man, and even a little helpless favor.

He said, "Don't worry, you will always come back to the shepherd."

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Dick was secretly playing games on the big screen in the Batcave.Ah Fu stood watching while refilling his little master's glass.

Suddenly the door to the Batcave opened.

The Dark Knight strode in, wearing his voluminous cloak.

His aura was more terrifying than ever before, and the pitch-black cloak fluttered behind him with his steps, looking very intimidating.

Dick was shocked. "Whoa, Bruce, night watch tonight? Are you being too hard on yourself?"

Ah Fu teased very calmly: "Is it not going well, sir? I think the Gotham criminals will suffer again tonight."

Batman said nothing.

All he had to do was grab a bladed batarang from the equipment closet, and head to the Batmobile.

He has several types of bat darts.

Generally speaking, the bat darts used against people are not sharpened, and only use lightning, smoke, and tear gas to bring down the enemy;

The bladed bat dart is used as a dagger. When he is trapped by the rope, he can use the bat dart to cut open.

Dick: "Don't be in such a hurry, wait for me, I haven't checked the equipment yet."

He seized the time to clear the last wave of NPCs, and was about to get up from the screen when he heard a loud bang beside the Batmobile.

He was taken aback and turned back at the same time as Ah Fu.

In front of the Batmobile, there is a cabinet with maintenance tools.

Batman kicked it over the side and jumped into the car.

Ah Fu: "...Master, your...belt???!"

The old butler picked up the belt he had missed, and hurried to the side of the Batmobile, and saw the Batmobile ejected like a cannonball with a long whistle when the accelerator pedal was pressed to the bottom.

Roaring, it rushed into the stern night, and rushed to the edge of the territory where two large carnivores were testing each other's defenses.

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"boom--"

Not long after the Batmobile left, the glass curtain wall of Wayne's master bedroom was forcibly blasted.

All the defense systems of the manor were activated at the same time, and all failed in the next second.

The red-gold steel armor fell to the bedroom floor, and the visor clicked open, revealing Tony's messy lipstick stained face.

Tony: "Hey, good evening. I'm going to change the definition of myself: Tony Stark does everything, but especially likes to do what people love."

He muttered, and when he found that there was only the little doctor on the bed in the master bedroom, he quickly put away the palm cannon and hurried to the bedside.

Joward's suit vest was removed, but his shirt and trousers were neatly dressed.

With his eyes closed, he didn't know whether he was in a deep sleep or in a coma, and the quilt was gently tucked into his body.

No more, no less, a full 3 minutes of violent PTSD attack, which almost exhausted all his physical strength.

Tony knelt down on the bed, first looked at his haggard face, and then whispered softly and gently, "Hello, Sleeping Prince."

Blue eyes, swollen from crying, opened with difficulty to look at him.

Tony: "Uncle Tony is here to take you home."

He leaned over to pick him up, not forgetting to pick up the brand new suit jacket and vest on the ground.

While picking up these clothes, he saw the small packages scattered all over the floor, and stepped on them.

He was afraid that when Qiao Bao flew back from high altitude, Qiao Bao would feel cold, so he swept away the quilt from Wayne's house.

He covered his blue-eyed darling all over.

Wrapping it around was not enough, he stuffed Joward's hand inside, and wrapped it carefully again.

But he eventually stopped.

Because he realized that no matter how many layers of armor, no matter how thick the armor, he could not protect Qiao Bao properly.

Flames spewed out from the soles of the steel armor, leading him and his little angel to fly to the brightly lit Queens.

Tony: "J, send Batman a message."

Butler: "Send a group, sir?"

Tony: "Privately. Anytime he responds, let me know. Then activate my fucking MK-209 armor."

Butler: "Language, sir. Yes, sir."

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When Joe Ward woke up, it was already early the next morning.

The three balls were lying on the head of his bed, and Doudou looked at him without blinking.

Joe Ward: "Good morning."

He looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, and said again, "Good afternoon."

The little doctor's voice was a little hoarse. When he crawled out of the quilt, he found that the clothes on his body had been changed.

The man who changed his clothes, who didn't seem very good at it, buttoned the wrong row of pajama buttons.

Joward changed into his usual clothes and took his juice-stained shirt to the bathroom to wash.

After washing and hanging out, he started to make lunch for Qiuqiu.

The system waited for him to wake up, and broadcast in his mind: "Host, you have missed the mission time for the B-level mission [319 Avenue], and the mission has been judged to have failed."

System: "Deducted points: 100. The current remaining points of the host: 11."

Joward sighed.

During this period of time, he exchanged points frequently for the second team, and he didn't save much points, so he was immediately detained before liberation.

The three balls spun behind him, clattering and typing on the communicator.Without looking at his phone, Joe Ward made a creamy chicken pasta, chopped it up in toy bowls, and shared it among them.

Joe Ward: "Try it? It may be a little sweet, I seem to put a lot of sugar..."

Wonder Girl Ball blocked the two rough guys Qiuqiu.

They each took a small fork and ate the pasta quietly.

There was a clang of the clinic door, and a young man with curly hair rushed in in casual clothes, carrying his small schoolbag on his back.

Joe Ward greeted with a smile: "Peter!"

Peter: "Thank God! You're finally awake!"

He skipped today's class and came to the clinic repeatedly to see if the little doctor was awake.After watching the speech at the celebration yesterday, he only saw a message from Joward lying on his phone, saying that he wanted to go shopping by himself.

Peter didn't pay attention at first, but he didn't find the little doctor until the celebration was over.

He panicked.

He walked up and down the venue, made countless phone calls but no one answered, and then ran to the door of the pet clinic, the door was locked, and it was quiet inside.

In the middle of the night, he climbed to the top of the attic and looked down from the small window.

Joward was lying on the bed, his brown hair loose, asleep.

what.

Is it because he patronized the speech and neglected the little doctor, so Qiao Qiao ran back by himself?

Peter is super guilty.

He came here five or six times early in the morning to see if Qiao Qiao was up.

Finally looking forward to him getting up, Joe Ward didn't look angry, and greeted him very gently.

Peter was relieved at last.

He peeked around the clinic.

The two rough guys, Qiuqiu, were carried up to the attic by Wonder Woman, so he didn't see anyone.

So he ran to Joe Ward, who was shoveling cat litter, and said to him: "I'm so sorry last night. Obviously I asked you out to play, but I went to watch the speech. Maybe you didn't have a good time. happy……"

Joe Ward: "No, I'm very happy."

Peter: "Then will you hang out with me next time?"

When he asked this question, he didn't think too much about it, because he knew that the little doctor would definitely like to hang out with him.

When he asked Joe Ward with his little milk voice, he was already planning to take Joe Ward to watch the latest movie, eat the latest ice cream, and build his favorite Lego toys.

In short, he wanted to show the little doctor what he thought was the most fun.

Joe Ward had finished changing the cat litter at this moment, turned his back to Peter boy, and washed the kitten shovel with a brush.

He didn't speak for a little while.

Joe Ward: "Peter, actually, you can ask your classmates out to play."

Peter didn't realize it for a while: "Huh? Oh, I often hang out with Ned. But classmates are classmates, you are you."

Joward: "Lately, I feel that I'm not particularly good. So, you can make more appointments with Ned."

He was still flushing the cat shovel in his hand, even though it had already been cleaned.

The boy with the schoolbag on his back stood at the door, his hand that was about to reach the door frame froze in mid-air.

Peter: "What do you mean you're not particularly nice?"

Joward tried his best to explain: "This is what I mean. I think maybe you will be happier when you are with your peers."

Peter: "What do you mean you are not good?"

He picked it up so urgently that he didn't even hear the little milk sound.Joward didn't dare to look back at him. He was still washing the small shovel in his hand until the skin on his hands was wrinkled.

Joe Ward: "Uh, it's—"

Peter: "—if you are not good, why should I like you?"

He spoke the words so softly and quickly that it was a thunderbolt from a clear sky to Joward, hitting him straight on the skull.

He turned off the faucet, still holding the wet shovel in his hand, and lowered his head, not daring to look into the boy's angry eyes.

"Peter."

Joward called his name again, a little pleadingly this time.

Peter raised his voice: "You can dislike me, but I forbid you to say that you are not good!"

Joe Ward didn't dare to answer any more, he squeezed past Peter, put on his coat, and rushed out the door.

He even forgot to put down the small shovel, and kept walking quickly with his head down.

The little doctor really didn't know where he could escape, but at least he couldn't stay in the clinic anymore, and he couldn't stay in their warm love anymore.

He was really terrified, like a little mouse that was suddenly thrown into the sun, struggling with short arms and legs, and running around the world with his head in his arms, looking for a place where no one knew him, alone stay.

But how could he escape Peter whose physical fitness has been modified.

Peter was carrying a small schoolbag, and he caught up in two or three steps. Joward walked in front, and he chased after him to say: "I like you because you are good! Why do you say that about yourself!"

Joward didn't know what to say back, he clenched his small shovel tightly with his fingers, and said stammeringly, "Don't like me..."

Peter: "I just love you!"

Joe Ward begged him: "Don't..."

The two chased and ran like this, and ran for two blocks in a nervous way.Suddenly, Peter stopped chasing him, and Joe Ward looked back quietly worriedly, and saw the boy standing by the side of the road with his schoolbag in his hand, silently wiping his eyes with his sleeve.

Joe Ward just felt dizzy, thinking over and over again, God, Spidey.

He quickly dropped the small shovel in his hand, ran over and hugged the little boy who wiped his eyes.

Peter still wanted to argue with him: "Whoa, you're good anyway..."

Joe Ward: "I'm sorry, Peter, I'm sorry."

The two of them just hugged each other quietly.

Like two baby animals huddling together to keep each other warm.