[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

It doesn't seem like she's really unhappy...

Don't tell me this sooner or later, if you have to say it at this time, you must be playing with her, right?She even began to wonder if the clown knew what happened to her and Batman last night, so he intervened to make it difficult for her.

"Mr. Clown." The little fox raised the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and forced himself not to show timidity: "Are you kidding me?"

"What do you think?" The clown's smiling face remained unchanged, only the emotionless gray-blue eyes moved slightly.

The little fox slowly met the clown's eyes, the pretty blue was a bit dull because of the gray mixed in it.There was a smile on his face, but there was no smile in his eyes, cold and heartless.

"Mr. Clown, you are so annoying~" Looking at the clown's barren eyes, the little fox heaved a sigh of relief.She cast a coquettish glance at him, stood up, and sat beside him intimately, leaning on his chest: "It made me so happy that I thought you really fell in love with me." She acted like a baby She patted his chest lightly.

The clown laughed at the little fox's pretentious gesture. He put his arms around the body of the person in his arms, held her chin with the other hand and raised his face, and kissed her: "If you lie again, you will be killed." Cut off your tongue."

Little Fox: Can you stop saying such cruel words in such a gentle tone...

"Okay..." The little fox pouted, hooked the clown's neck and leaned forward to bite his red lips: "I really didn't have time to be happy just now, because shock ran into my brain faster than happiness. "

"Is that so?" The clown chuckled lightly, as if he believed the little fox's words.

"Aren't you just lying to me?" The little fox took the opportunity to bite back quickly, for fear that the clown would pursue it further.

"I don't." The clown grinned, flipped his body neatly and threw him on the sofa: "I really like you." It fell directly on her chest and rubbed it maliciously.

Hearing what the clown said, the little fox completely put his heart in his belly.It turned out that I fell in love with her, didn't I fall in love with her? I really scared her to death...

The relaxed little fox smiled lightly and put his arms around the clown: "It will hurt."

"Does it hurt?" The clown smiled viciously, and pinched his five fingers roughly again.

"Hmm~" The fox's eyes half-closed were full of love, and a blush appeared on the milky white skin.She twisted her body slightly to avoid the clown's hand, but the space under the quilt was already limited, and she couldn't hide anywhere: "I didn't mean that!" She gasped and raised her hand to grab his evil hand hand.

"Huh?" The clown let the little fox grab him in a good mood.

"Your waist..." Don't overwork if you have an injury on your waist, it would be a pity if you lose it...

clown:......

The fiery atmosphere in the room suddenly froze strangely.

"Let's rest." The little fox continued.

Inexplicably feeling that his ability was doubted, the clown pinched the little fox's face and shook it angrily: "Don't worry, even if you are injured, I can fuck you so hard that you can't get out of bed!"

The little fox, who realized that he might irritate the clown's sensitive spots, quickly hugged him to please him, and patted him on the back soothingly: "I can't, I can't, I'm too tired from running the news during the day." She acted softly : "Mr. Clown, just let me rest~"

Sure enough, no matter who it is, decent or villainous, as long as they are men, they are very concerned about this kind of thing.

Late at night, midnight.

The bedroom with simple and fresh decoration is ambiguously illuminated by an orange lamp, and the air conditioner hidden in the ceiling controls the indoor temperature to an appropriate number.

On the large and soft striped bed, a man and a woman who were supposed to roll together in such a good atmosphere were lying down neatly in the thin blanket at this moment.

The clown has never been in bed with a woman like this and does nothing but simply sleep.Maybe there was, but it should be a long, long time ago, so long that he can't remember it.

It was a novel feeling, but he didn't feel bad about it.

In fact, they really want to start working.The little fox's coquetry and cuteness had no effect on the clown at all. After that, the clown directly tore her clothes and was about to execute her on the sofa.However, when the two were entangled, the little fox 'accidentally' hit his wound, causing blood to proliferate and almost sending the clown to the west.In the end, the unwilling clown also had to accept the fact that he had to recuperate honestly.

"I'm sorry..." The little fox apologized again.

"It's okay, I'll get it back." The clown turned over and lay on his side, his pale face was even weirder under the orange light.

"You...really don't take off your makeup?" The little fox twitched the corners of his mouth when he saw the clown's terrifying makeup.

"What? Did it scare you?" The clown grinned, his steel teeth gleaming.

"It's a little bit." The little fox replied.

"Very well, I don't take off my makeup." The clown laughed, feeling happy.

Little Fox: ...childish.

In the quiet hut, the two chatted casually back and forth, but it was rare for them to be harmonious.The little fox lay face to face with the clown, intending to take advantage of the good atmosphere at the moment to test it on the verge of death.

"Mr. Clown, do you like playing games?" The little fox carefully moved to the clown's side, carefully avoiding his wound with his arms resting on his waist.

The clown ignored the little fox's movement, and when he heard the little fox's question, he smiled and replied, "Of course."

The little fox moved closer: "If someone chooses to quit in the middle of playing a game with you..."

"Ha! That's such a pity." The clown smiled a little dangerously: "But I'm very tolerant, if you want to quit, you can quit, and I will send them off with a bomb."

Very good, good night, big brother, I'm going to bed first!

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When I woke up in the morning, the boss who was lying beside me was nowhere to be found. Only a pool of blood on the bed sheet showed his first time... no, it showed that he had indeed slept here before.

The little fox has long known the clown's haunting style, so he didn't find it strange.After getting up, she cleaned the house thoroughly, then packed the sheets, thin blankets, sofa cushions and other items stained with clown blood and threw them into the trash can for the garbage collectors to drag away.After confirming that there was no trace of a man staying in the house, the little fox went to work in peace.

Since the bosses on both sides can't offend, we can only try to keep them from being aware of each other's existence.

Come on, you can do it!The little fox cheered himself up in his heart with tears streaming down his face.

"Hmm...fox, are you feeling unwell?" Clark, who had been secretly observing the little fox, noticed something was wrong with her in the first second.

"It's okay, thank you for your concern." The little fox twitched the corner of his mouth and replied politely.

The other party's polite words made Clark feel heartbroken again, and this kind of heartache has happened more than once.In the past two days, Fox, who used to be somewhat close to him, suddenly seemed to be a different person, alienated and polite to him, and his care, help and even invitations were blocked by her openly and secretly.He didn't understand. He didn't think her intimacy with him before was fake. Could it be that his side confession that day scared her too suddenly?

Thinking of this, Clark suddenly felt that he had grasped the key point of the matter.That's right, Fox is from China, a country that is conservative and reserved, so my frankness must have scared her!

Alas, it's all my own fault!After a while of thinking about it, Clark thought to himself.

The little fox, who didn't know what the honest man had imagined at all, watched Clark perform a wonderful face-changing in front of her. She looked at him suspiciously, and looked around in embarrassment. eyes.

Her alienation and rejection seemed to be completely unable to freeze the fiery heart of this stupid big man. Although her attitude would hurt him a little, the next time I saw him, he would still come to him blushing and strike up a conversation next time we saw him.This simple, kind and honest person, he must let her be ruthless and refuse directly before he will give up...

"Kent, I think we need to talk." The little fox stood up from his seat and looked at the big man opposite him with a serious expression.

Clark looked at the little fox's expression, and faintly felt that what he was about to talk about might be difficult for him to accept.He took a step back slightly flinching: "I...I still have something to do, next time."

"No, just this time!" This matter must not be delayed, otherwise not only may he be cheated, but Clark may also be in danger.Although this big man has a high force value, his IQ is definitely not as good as those two. If he suffers because of himself...then she will really feel guilty!

The little fox grabbed Clark's hand and forcefully dragged him out of the office hall and onto the rooftop.This quiet place also has a wide view, so you don't have to worry about someone eavesdropping.

"Clark, we don't—"

"fox..." Clark couldn't help interrupting the little fox, his brows were furrowed, and his clean blue eyes looked at the little fox sadly.

The little fox pursed her lips, and lowered her eyes to avoid her sight: "You already know what I'm going to say, right?"

"I thought you also had a crush on me." Clark really thought that his frankness had frightened the other party, and he also felt that as long as he slowed down his offensive, he could slowly catch her heart.But now... I seem to be wrong.

I really have a good impression of your [body], but I can't protect myself now, I really can't do it anymore!

"I like Bruce, you met that day." The little fox said with a tense face, "The reason why I get close to you is to make him jealous."

"You!" Clarke's eyes widened slightly hurt.

"I'm sorry." The little fox lowered his head: "Let's keep a distance, otherwise he will get angry."

Clark frowned, his blue eyes filled with sadness.He clenched his fists with both hands, and his voice was dry and trembling: "Isn't it okay to be friends...?"

The tall, muscular man lowered his head, looking pitiful like a puppy with its ears and tail twitching.

The little fox bit his lower lip, knowing that he must never die again.Her black eyes turned cold, and she looked up at him:

"No."