[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The minimalist decoration of the family hotel reflects its frigid style everywhere, and the black, white and gray that can be seen everywhere make the always lively little fox slowly become Buddha-like.

Hey, just kidding.

"Honey ~ you're back!" The little fox in a sexy lace nightdress jumped happily at Eric who entered the door: "Would you like to eat first or take a bath first?"

Eric, who has experienced this kind of thing every day, has long been used to it. He calmly stretched out his finger to poke the little fox's forehead, and then pushed her away mercilessly: "Stay away from me."

"Don't, don't!" The little fox whose head was being pushed fluttered his hands and wanted to get into Eric's arms: "My dear, what's wrong with you, why are you so indifferent to me!" She acted vigorously in the small theater: "Are you There are other women out there!"

Eric really wanted to say impatiently that it's none of your business, but when the words came to his mouth, he looked into the eyes of the little fox who was about to cry, even though he knew that it was probably pretending, but Eric swallowed the words subconsciously go back.

"What nonsense." Eric frowned: "Go away, don't get in the way."

The little fox also made trouble with him, not really wanting him to express anything.She accepted it as soon as she was ready, and stepped aside with a smile to let Eric go.

Since leaving Xavier Manor, the little fox has followed Eric around the country without a fixed place.Although Eric has become a national hero now, from everyone shouting and beating to being loved by everyone, life seems to have turned from darkness to light, but he still wants to gather new mutants to do things.According to his words, there are still many organizations in this world that treat mutants as enemies and kill them. He wants to wipe them all out and create the safest living environment for mutants.

I have to say that Eric's dream is really big.But people always have dreams, otherwise they will become a salted fish.

"Are you going out today?" Eric put his coat on the back of the sofa casually, hooked his fingers around the tie and tugged it, loosening the collar.

"Huh? How do you know?" Seeing Eric sitting on the single sofa, the little fox ran to the couch next to him and sat down.

"The landlady told me." Eric glanced at the little fox who approached.

"A talkative woman." The little fox pouted and snorted softly.

"What did you go out for?" Eric's tone was casual, like a daily chat.

"I'm sending the mail." The little fox lowered his head and pulled the hem of the skirt that was almost up to the thigh.

The action of the other party bowing his head to straighten his clothes was obviously a guilty conscience, Eric smiled coldly: "For Charles? Isn't it enough to leave him a gift before leaving?"

The little fox suddenly raised his head: "How do you know?"

Eric turned his head and looked at the little fox calmly with blue-green eyes: "Isn't it enough to give gifts before leaving?"

She didn't tell anyone about the parting presents, which she slipped away in a drawer on Charles's desk.

"Why do you know everything!" The little fox was really surprised this time.

Eric turned his head indifferently.

"I sent hair growth cream." The little fox explained consciously, "I burned his hair, so of course I have to take care of it."

"Since you want to help him with his hair, why don't you stay in the manor." Eric said lightly.

"Because there is no you in the manor." The little fox bent his eyes and smiled.

... "Where did you learn these sweet words." Eric pursed his lips.He looked extremely skilled, and it seemed that he and Charles were not the only ones who had flirted.

I have to say that Eric really guessed right.

Of course, it is impossible for the little fox to foolishly tell Eric that she practiced it because she has a lot of flirts.She rested her chin with a smile, and focused her black eyes on Eric's handsome side face: "Seeing you, I can learn without a teacher."

"..." This is not the first time, no matter what the topic is, she can always find a chance to say something sweet.To be honest, Eric couldn't deny that he was very happy to be teased by these words, but at the same time he was extremely disgusted and resistant to being manipulated by her.

Drive her away?This idea has been lingering in his mind, but every time in the end he would give up because of her various cute little actions.Obviously at the beginning, he just wanted to take her as a pet companion, if she got in his way, he would just throw it away.But what he didn't expect was that he became addicted, and he couldn't accept the loneliness after the pet left his side at all, and it was awkward just thinking about it.

Likes her to be with him, but resists her approaching him, Eric is conflicted and irritable.

He opened a cup from the corner table between the two sofas and poured himself a glass of water.Eric raised his head and drank up the water, suppressing his complicated emotions.

"I want to drink too!" The little fox lay on the arm of the sofa and stared at Eric.

"Pour it yourself." Eric replied in a bad tone.

The little fox rolled his eyes and said with a smile, "Okay."

The body wrapped in the little black skirt was graceful and seductive. The little woman propped herself up, picked up the kettle on the table, and filled Eric's cup with water.

Eric lowered his eyes, watching her stretch out her hand to hold the wrist holding the cup, and then controlled the direction to pull it to her mouth.

The tip of his tongue stretched out to lick the rim of the cup, the little fox looked into his eyes with a smile, and his red lips slowly touched the place where he drank water just now.

The cold blue-green pupils dimmed slightly, Eric remained silent and did not move, allowing the other party to hold his hand.

The little fox teases Eric almost every day, and the time is not fixed. After all, she doesn't even care about the location, so how could she care about the time?But you may not believe it if you can’t tell, she has never succeeded.The reason is that Eric is no longer here, and the little fox thinks it may be God's will.

Eric, who she teases every time, also intends to respond, but every time there is an unexpected situation that interrupts them.It's either the subordinate's phone call, the neighbor knocking on the door, or the police investigating.

Ding dong ding dong!

Here we go again... The little fox rolled his eyes.

"Eric, I baked you some biscuits," called the landlady, ringing the bell.

Eric looked sideways at the gate, then turned back and raised an eyebrow at the little fox: "Open the door."

"What the hell!" The little fox stood up abruptly, snatched the cup and put it on the coffee table, and then a wild beast pounced on Eric.

"Fuck his biscuit!"

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The air freight plane from California landed at New York Airport, and each sub-point picked up the express mail in the area it was responsible for, and then the courier delivered it to the recipients.

After a lesson on control ability, Charles left the classroom with several students sending him off.

It has been a few months since the peace treaty was signed with the government. The former school for mutants opened again in Xavier Manor, with the same name as the School for Gifted Youth.At present, there are already more than a dozen students in the school, some of them come here because of their fame, and some of them are found by Charles.

"Professor." The passing students stopped and greeted him cordially.

"Good afternoon." After several months of self-cultivation, Charles, who was no longer as impetuous as before, added a sense of peace. He nodded with a smile, and responded to the greetings of the students one by one.

"professor!"

As soon as Charles returned to the office, Hank followed into the house.Seeing Charles quicken his pace and walk to the desk: "Professor, here is your package, it's from Fox!"

fox?Charles' heart skipped a beat.Since she and Eric left, she had completely lost the video, and he thought she would never contact him again.

"Thank you." Charles took the package calmly. Blue eyes glanced at it, and found that the list only had the recipient's address, not the sender's address.In the Remarks column: the five words "Charles's Invitation" are written in a familiar font.

"What is it?" Hank looked at Charles curiously, waiting for him to take it apart.

"Hank." Charles smiled and looked up at Hank: "You still have something to do."

"Huh? I didn't—" Suddenly, Hank felt the temperature around him turn cold.He blinked, and wisely stopped what he wanted to say: "Yes, I have something else to do, so I'll go first."

"No." Charles watched Hank leave with a smile, and gradually lost his smile after the office door was closed.

A sharp utility knife cut the seal, and Charles, who opened the box, first saw a card:

Charles, this bottle is the hair growth ointment I made. It is for external use, and it can be absorbed automatically when applied directly to the affected area.But the effect of this medicine is very fast, I don't know what will happen, you have to use it secretly when no one is around.

Remember to record the reaction after taking the medicine and tell me that if the medicine doesn’t work, I will improve it.

Email: [email protected]

Although the card was all about Charles' hair and nothing else, Charles still felt very happy.She didn't forget him, and she even gave him his contact information!

Charles couldn't wait to return to his room, and applied the ointment to his bald head.He sat in front of the mirror, his bright blue eyes staring straight at the top of his head.Charles was looking forward to the failure of this hair growth, yes, he was looking forward to the failure, so that he would have a reason to contact her more.

Time passed by, like a century, and Charles finally felt a hot feeling on the top of his head.He suddenly leaned closer to Jingjing, and at some point there was an extra layer of fluff on the top of his head.He raised his hand to touch it, and his palm was itchy.

Slowly, that layer of fluff gradually grew, and a layer of pure black was spread on the scalp.Just when Charles was disappointed and thought he succeeded, the thick hair began to curl, small and curled like a spring.Within half an hour, the elegant and handsome young man had a stylish afro on his head.

Charles:  …

Fox, long time no contact, I miss you very much.I just used your hair growth cream, but there seems to be something wrong with the effect.

Charles typed out the effects he used in detail, and tried to avoid writing personal emotional words so as not to scare the other party away.He consciously took a photo again, and sent it to Little Fox's mailbox together, and then quietly stared at the computer page with his blue eyes, waiting for the other party to reply.

To Charles' surprise, the reply came very quickly.It seemed that the other party was also in front of the computer, and there was no more than 10 minutes before and after.

Hi Charles, how are you, I miss you too.that ointment...

Charles didn't have the heart to look at other content at all, his pair of all-inclusive blue eyes stared straight at the greeting at the beginning of the email.

Charles, I miss you too.

As if he had been relieved of the invisible oppression, Charles became energetic.The thing that has been suppressed in the bottom of my heart and dare not do it came to my mind again, and there were two voices arguing non-stop in my ears.

go find her!Take her back!

Don't go, people live together with Eric, are you asking for guilt?

She took the initiative to contact you and remembered to treat your hair.She also said that she misses you very much too, this is an opportunity, you have to seize it!

It's just guilt when she fixes your hair, and greetings are just etiquette, don't think too much about it!She and Eric are a couple!

Obviously you met her first, what is Eric!

no...

She should have been yours!

She should have been yours!

She is yours!