Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 162 The Girl's Beautiful Dream
The morning light was slightly dewy, and there were shadows on the mottled curtains.

A girlish body, with her back slightly bent, was lying on the bed, slowly waking up from the daze.

She patted her face, lifted the quilt, put on her slippers and walked to the bathroom.

After a brief wash, she wiped her face with a washcloth and looked in the mirror.

The face in the mirror is a little green, but it has a slightly mature demeanor.

The other party's young face is full of collagen, the skin is white and translucent, a pair of blue eyes, and the hair is pure black, untied and scattered on the head.

Jessica Jones stared at herself in the mirror.

She now has a vague notion of time, and feels dizzy.

"It's time to make breakfast."

Shaking her head, Jessica opened the curtains and stretched.

The sun shone on her, slowly awakening the vitality in her body.

"Maybe I should try making ricotta cheese today, but I'll let it go because of the time."

She muttered, walked out of the room, and walked towards the kitchen.

Jessica started to make breakfast. She wore a plaid skirt around her waist. After washing her hands, she started to fry poached eggs.

Meanwhile she puts the bread in the toaster and waits for the automatic trip.

When she was almost done, she looked at the time and couldn't help frowning.

"Peter isn't getting up yet?!"

Exhaling, Jessica was about to wake up her boyfriend who was still on the lazy bed.

"The sun is almost drying his ass, he must have turned off the alarm clock again!"

Jessica muttered as she pushed open Peter's door.

Sure enough, he knocked the alarm clock to the ground and the battery fell out, which is enough to see the "cruel treatment" of its owner.

Jessica picked up the alarm clock, reconnected the batteries, and walked over to Peter's bed.

Peter's sleeping posture was not very good. He was buried in the air-conditioning quilt, revealing a pair of straight but powerful legs, and his ankles were exposed from the quilt.

"Peter?"

Jessica hesitated, and sat down on Peter's bed.

After staring at each other for a moment, she bent down and slowly pulled the quilt off Peter's face, revealing his features.

Tell me, when did you live with Peter?
Jessica began to think about the question.

After thinking about it for a while, I finally realized that I had no memory of this question at all.

Shaking the unanswerable question out of her mind, she stared at Peter's face.

Are Peter's eyelashes that long?
Staring at each other for a while, Jessica was a little puzzled.

Shaking his head, after calling several times, he saw that Peter still showed no signs of waking up.

Jessica began to reach out and pinch Peter's nose, while the other hand smoothed Peter's hair like a dog.

Oddly enough, she stretched out her hand and inserted it into Peter's quilt.

Touching some indescribable existence, her expression instantly became weird, but at the same time, her emotions also became a little strange.

Peter, who was sleeping, felt that he couldn't breathe, so he slapped away the hand pinching his nose with his hand, and opened his eyes.

Seeing that Peter woke up, Jessica quickly pulled her hands out of the quilt, pretending to be nonchalant.

To hide her embarrassment, she coughed, "Are you awake? Peter."

Peter sat up, shook his head slightly, his eyes were a little blurred.

"What time is it, Jessica?"

"I don't know, maybe seven o'clock, maybe six o'clock."

Jessica said with some uncertainty: "But my biological clock tells me that you should wake up."

In an instant, she suddenly became more courageous, and put her hands on Peter's chin.

"Do you feel that this morning is a bit special today? Peter."

Jessica's tone was slightly heavier, feeling the warm touch in the palm of her hand, she couldn't help scratching the other's chin.

Treated like this, Peter grabbed Jessica's wrist.

"Every day is special, Jessica."

Peter put down her hand and pulled her towards him while she was not paying attention.

The hem of Peter's clothes was slightly raised, revealing his strong and powerful muscles.

Staring at the figure of Peter in front of her, Jessica began to breathe harder.

"Maybe... we can make this day even more different."

She stretched out her hand to stroke the opponent's muscles, and slowly approached him.

With one hand on Peter's head, she slowly bent down and began to kiss him on the lips.

It wasn't the first time Jessica had kissed Peter, but she wasn't sure if it was the first time because it had happened countless times in fantasy.

But it seems like this is happening for the first time in reality.

Jessica felt a little confused as she tasted this different taste.

Forget it, don't think about such headaches.

Taking off her shoes, Jessica went to bed quickly.

After half an hour.
Jessica felt like she was slipping away in a circle, lying on her stomach against the mirror, her skin pressed against the cold mirror.

Peter also pushed her against the mirror.

She felt as if she and Peter had fallen into the mirror, into another dim world, cold and hot, with wild sparks burning her upper body.

After some exercise, Peter changed his clothes after washing and sat down at the dining table.

Seeing Peter appearing refreshed, Jessica immediately took out the glass of milk that was specially warmed for him.

"You should add, Peter."

"I don't think I have much to lose."

Peter shrugged and said.

"Okay, whatever you want, but I need to replenish my strength."

Jessica picked up the milk in hand and said to Peter.

It's a good morning.

Jessica thought to herself.

But soon this mood was destroyed.

After breakfast, Jessica went back to her room to change clothes.

After changing her clothes, she walked to the school bus stop with Peter and waited for the school bus to arrive.

Jessica was wearing a pair of white sneakers, and under the knee-length skirt was a pair of straight, white and powerful long legs.

She doesn't like makeup. Compared to other people, she keeps her face bare all day long, but even without makeup, she is already outstanding enough to catch people's attention.

Peter stood beside her, wearing a pair of trousers and a white T-shirt.

He was listening to the song with headphones on, and his body swayed slightly.

Listening to music while waiting for the school bus is something that most of America does.

Jessica wanted to lean over and listen to the songs on Peter's phone.

When she was about to act, the school bus suddenly came.

Holding the hand of Peter who was still immersed in his own world, the two got into the car together.

On the school bus, Peter took off his earphones.

At this time, Jessica was still immersed in the morning's incident, and her face was a little hot.

"What's the matter? Have a cold?"
Peter touched his forehead, then his own, "No cold. Why is your face so red, Jessica?"

"Huh? Red?"

Jessica pretended to be nonchalant, "Maybe it's too hot."

She cast her gaze to the front of the bus and frowned when she saw Gwen sitting in front of her.

Gwen Stacy, this is my biggest rival in love!

She was staring at Gwen's back when she suddenly felt a jolt in the car.

Then the car skidded half a circle on the road, and crashed into a military truck full of paint amidst the terrified screams of the students in the school bus.

"Squeak!"

Despite the driver's best efforts to stop the impact, the school bus eventually crashed into the paint-laden military vehicle.

In her astonished and shocked eyes, there was a loud "bang", and the collision between the car and the military vehicle made a violent sound.

A burst of fire quickly rushed towards the school bus, and she, who was holding Peter tightly, lost consciousness for a moment.

When she woke up, she found herself lying on the cold road.

She was in severe pain and looked around.

It was found that the school bus had turned over, glass was scattered all over the ground, and blood covered the entire road.

Inside the school bus were the bodies of students who were thrown out, lying on their stomachs or lying on their backs on the road, motionless.

"Peter Peter."

Thinking of Peter's safety, she tried her best to stand up and staggered towards the school bus.

Finally, Peter was found lying on the ground, motionless.

"no no!"

Jessica knelt down and hugged Peter's body, tears began to fall uncontrollably.

"Don't do this, don't leave me, Peter."

The distraught Jessica hugged Peter and cried bitterly.

She doesn't understand why this is happening.

Why are the people I love taken away from me? !

Just as she was in great pain, the scene in front of her suddenly changed.

The school bus suddenly turned into a burning private car, and the person in his arms changed from Peter to his younger brother.

With a sharp pain in her head, she immediately remembered the things she had forgotten.

My parents, as well as my younger brother, all died in such a car accident.

Not only his parents and younger brother, but he even lost his lover in the same way.

In great pain, she stood up, clenched her hands into fists, and raised her head to the sky.

Black clouds enveloped the entire world with an abnormal atmosphere.

Suddenly!

A black lightning bolt descended from the sky with a thunderous aura.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the roar of "Black Lightning", the black cloud was suddenly dispersed.

next second!
"Well!"

Jessica closed her eyes, then flung them open.

Because her body exerted too much force, she almost made her lean back all of a sudden.

She found herself sitting in a chair in the school's medical center, slumped over a table.

She almost fell backwards because she got up so hard.

Standing up, Jessica looked at the bustling medical crowd and students around her, feeling a little puzzled.

Was he dreaming just now?
She was in a daze when a nurse came up to her and asked, "Are you awake? How are you feeling?"

"Did I fall asleep just now?"

"Well, you fell asleep. Many students in the school are in the same situation as you. I don't know why, but now they are waking up one after another."

the nurse said to her.

Jessica nodded.

It's really a dream!

But
She stretched out her hand, recalling the feeling in the dream.

Why are dreams so real? !

(End of this chapter)