novelraw Chapter 109 Puffs
Chapter 109 Puffs
Harry leaned on the pillow, panting, his arms trembled slightly unconsciously, and the appearance of his hands was no longer so distorted.
The bangs on his forehead were also clumped together with the sweat from the pain.
For a short time, no one spoke in the quiet bedroom.
Moonlight shone in through the gaps in the curtains, reflecting the girl's iris a clear dark green.
She shook her arm and motioned Damian to help her press the button on the side of the automatic bed, so that the half of the bed could be folded higher, so that it would be easier for the two to talk.
Damian did as he did. Seeing the hospital bed rise slightly, he decided to ask directly, "When Mara cut you with a knife, you... didn't respond," he paused, and suddenly realized what he was going to say. Not so sure, "When she's going to hurt me, you just..."
He took a deep breath, leaned forward, and looked straight into Harry's eyes, "Why? I'm... so important to you?"
"Because you're an older brother." Harry smiled, his eyes serious.
"...Is that so." Damian pursed his lips, smiled and replied to the girl.
No one spoke in the bedroom again.
"What's the matter with your finger?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Morgan Ducard, code-named 'Anonymous'," Damian told Harry without detours, "a long story."
"Can I hear it?"
"Half of this story is about my father's youthful experience and his impulsive years. These are his private memories. I can't tell you for him." Damian looked down at the bottom of his pajama pants, "I just I can tell you the... process. It was when I was ten years old, and Ducat crushed my fingers so that my father on the other end of the communicator could hear... my screams and torture him."
"But I think he may have heard from you again today."
Harry's eyes widened at Damian's words.
"You have his camera on you, on the breastplate. He'll find a new place anyway, so it doesn't hurt to tell you."
"Okay... of course, there must be." Harry shook his arms again, and the handcuffs jingled, complaining not very seriously, "only Batman can do the behavior of directly handcuffing me."
Damian's smile widened as he propped himself on the hospital bed, watching Harry carefully.
"God, that look, I know what you want to say—you want to apologize to me." Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't do this, Damian, we are a family, Tom also looked for you, future Maybe he will look for you again—who knows where his main soul is now. Do I have to apologize to you every time?"
"You did apologize. It's useless for me to say anything. And you will definitely apologize every time in the future." Damian said helplessly.
"Okay, then let's... make an agreement?" Harry said seriously, "Don't make senseless apologies to the other party because of these things."
"Okay," Damian nodded, "Do you want to pull the hook? When your fingers recover tomorrow morning? Do you girls have to pull the hook to make a promise?"
Damian's smile was mischievous and must have been teasing her.
"Of course you don't need a pull hook! I'm Robin! Robin has no reason to pull a hook." Harry put on a serious expression, "This is too damaging to the image."
The atmosphere in the bedroom was much more relaxed, and Damian's tense shoulders finally relaxed. He continued to observe Harley, and the girl was almost no longer trembling, and the shape of her fingers had returned to normal people's natural drooping. state.
She didn't ask any questions about Marla, either, as if she had completely ignored, or forgotten.He admitted that he didn't want to bring it up again.
"Do you want me to help you open the handcuffs?" Harry crossed his arms, which made Damian feel a little sad. "I can open it without a key, as long as I find a hairpin or a paper clip."
Harry swung her arms, but she still couldn't shake her head and would feel dizzy, "That's it, I have to admit, the relatively fixed hands allow me to recover quickly."
Damian nodded, sighing softly.
"Then, is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Like scratching your itch?" he teased.
Harry giggled, "No need, I don't have an itch."
"However," she frowned and thought for a while, "I want to eat puffs, I really want to. I've been thinking about it all night, and I remember there are still a few left in the refrigerator."
"You remember these things really well." Damian teased. Even so, he got up immediately and walked to the door, muttering, "It's better that Todd didn't steal it in advance."
Damian successfully took out the puffs that Harry had been thinking about all night from the kitchen refrigerator - Todd must have been too busy to steal them, he thought.
Back in the bedroom, Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of puffs, which made Damian's heart feel like a ball of cotton candy stuffed, soft and warm.
Just because Halle looked happier.
Then, in the quiet bedroom, only the sound of Harry chewing was left, and Damian held up the tray and fed her one by one.
He never knew that watching people eat could have such a strange... sense of happiness?
It's like soaking in warm water, swimming in the clouds - like flying under his superpower for a short time after returning from Apocalypse.
For things like puffs, the thin dough is covered with thick cream. If you take a bite, the cream will be squeezed out if you don’t pay attention. This is common sense—it’s even a small "accident" that just happened.
"Sorry, the cream got on your finger." Harry licked the cream from the corner of his mouth and made a face at Damian's finger.
"It's okay," he said softly, wanting to wait until Harry finished eating the one in his hand before wiping it off with a tissue.
However, then Harry made a move that he was completely unexpected and unprepared for——
The girl leaned forward slightly, sticking out her little tongue, rolled the tip of his thumb dipped in cream into her mouth, and licked it earnestly.
"Okay." Harry was very satisfied with his results, with a pure and innocent smile.
Damian felt like he was going to explode.
That picture, and the warm and wet touch, just produced a strange electric current out of thin air, which spread straight from the nerve endings of his fingertips, spread throughout his whole body at a speed almost faster than that of Flash, and gathered somewhere.
"...The function of sensory nerve endings is to sense various stimuli inside and outside the human body, and convert them into nerve impulses, which are transmitted to the central nervous system."
"...Nerve impulse refers to the process in which the nerve cells of the human or animal body are stimulated, and the excitement is transmitted in the form of electrical signals on the nerve fibers..."*
He forced himself to endorse, to be calm, to be calm, this is just a natural "nerve impulse"...
Well, now he knows that his finger has really recovered well...
No matter what kind of "nervous impulse" it was, he knew that those feelings just now were definitely not what a brother should feel towards his sister, even if there is no blood relationship between them.
If Ah Fu knew about his..."nervous impulse" just now, he would probably poison the biscuits.
There is no need to wait for Ah Fu to poison him. If he goes out like this and is seen by Todd, it is very likely that he will be shot. Even his father will stand with Todd.
The author has something to say:
*Congratulations to Ms. Mi for successfully getting a brother card, happy to hear it.
*The two paragraphs of nerve impulse are all from Baidu...(*/ω＼*)