My girlfriend is a Kryptonian

Monday night.

"Gwen, your hot cocoa."

Officer George, who had just returned from the police station, had skillfully brewed a cup of hot cocoa with the right temperature and sweetness without even taking off his uniform jacket.

A short-haired girl wearing a set of pink bunny pajamas sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and watched TV.

The girl's eyes were not focused on the TV screen. She stayed on the sofa in a daze, as if she was thinking about something, so she did not hear Officer George's words in the living room.

"Gwen?"

Until Officer George came to the side with a cup and called a second time.

Only then did Gwen come back to her senses as if she had woken up.

"Ah, thank you daddy!"

Gwen quickly took the cup from Officer George with both hands, took a sip, and then returned to her room wearing slippers and holding hot cocoa.

"I-I'm going to bed!"

"After drinking, remember to wash up before going to bed!"

Officer George looked at the back of his beloved daughter in confusion. After Gwen closed the door, he couldn't help but said to Mrs. Mary who came out of the shower room: "My dear, have you noticed Gwen's state after returning home from school today? Something’s not right.”

"It's a little bit. I'm absent-minded when eating. From time to time, I blush and think casually, and frown in distress. Could it be that I'm in love?" Mrs. Mary said casually while wiping her wet hair with a towel.

"What, in love?!"

Officer George was stunned as if he was struck by lightning, doubting his life:

"Who is it?!"

"I was just talking casually..." Mrs. Mary shrugged.

…

Until the lights in the living room outside went out and silence fell.

In a room where the lights have been turned off.

The short-haired girl lying on the bed covered with a quilt opened her eyes. She was holding a Garfield pillow, and her face was full of distress: "I can't sleep at all..."

For the past two days, Gwen couldn't sleep.

First, Miss Diana suddenly made an appointment with her yesterday and asked her about those things very seriously.

About some details and thoughts.

Gwen didn't know how to answer.

Then, today, the school girl Kara, who is one year younger than her (actually several years older), made a bold proposal to try it together...

"So, can the three of us do that thing together?"

"So, can those things be communicated and shared privately?"

"Hey, isn't this right? Times have changed so fast?!"

Gwen put on the hood of her bunny pajamas, the quilt covered her blushing face, and hot steam came out of her forehead.

I'm really sorry for being such a simple person...

Gwen bit her lower lip, remembering the distressed look of Kara who came to school today.

It turns out that your body won’t be able to bear doing that kind of thing?

Last time.

When I do it myself, I feel very comfortable and relaxed...

Gwen's little face turned redder and redder, and she suddenly thought that it was her turn to have the right to date this weekend.

No reason.

The girl suddenly felt a little expectation in her heart.

"Ugh, Gwen, you're done!"

Gwen felt that she was hopeless, so she buried her body completely under the quilt, leaving only the two pink rabbit ears on the hood of her pajamas.

…

Washington.

Another house.

"Auntie, I'm coming in."

Xinian was like a student making a report, pushing open the door of the room that left a gap.

What greets you is the dim, warm light and the faint scent of violets.

Xinian walked into the room skillfully.

The owner of the room has his black hair coiled up on the right side of his body. Under the light of the small bedside lamp, his profile with perfect and delicate facial features is like a work of art.

Diana was lying on the bedside, looking down at archaeological books. The only light source on the left cast an arc of light on her plump body wrapped in a gauze skirt and nightgown.

Compared with the original sexiness of a mature body, it is more elegant and luxurious.

"You went out so crazy on the weekend. You didn't even go home yesterday, and you were probably late for school today."

Diana did not close the book and continued to read with her eyes down, speaking in a slightly cold tone.

With a harsh tone.

However, when his aunt is indifferent to him, it is often the time when she cares about him the most.

Xinian still knows this.

then.

Xinian closed the door behind him, admitted his mistake happily, took off his slippers and sat on the bed, pulling over the violet-scented quilt.

"Didn't you go on a date? How do you feel?"

Diana's face was calm, and she raised her beautiful eyes to look at him.

Xi Nian sighed: "Gotham is too troublesome, even more troublesome than the last time in God's Domain."

Nothing to hide.

Xinian told Aunt Diana everything he had experienced in Gotham during the past two days.

This is all commonplace.

But in the past two days, too many things have happened.

After Xinian finished speaking, he felt a little dry.

Diana shook her head slightly, stood up, took her own glass of cold water and handed it to him.

Wait until Xinian drinks the water.

Diana took the cup back and handed over the archeology book she had been looking at: "Look at this."

"This is……"

Xinian took the book, glanced at it briefly, and was quickly stunned.

It is recorded above.

In 2008, a team of archaeologists excavated the remains of a suspected ancient lost civilization in a mountain range in South America.

There is a stone statue of a mysterious witch stored there, as well as some strange and strange rune images, which have not been found to match the known civilizations on earth.

Some professional archaeologists at the site even concluded that these might be relics of civilizations from other worlds.

Later, something even weirder happened.

Less than a week.

The archaeologists in that team died one after another, the cause of death is unknown, and only a young intern survived.

The surviving archaeological intern, her name is - "Joan Munn"!

"Auntie, it turns out that you have been paying attention to my affairs in Gotham." Xinian put down the archeology book and looked at Diana beside him with a warm heart.

Even before I said anything, my aunt had already started investigating.

"What are your guesses after reading this?" Diana asked softly.

Xinian looked solemn and pondered his response: "That team of archaeologists was targeted by the witch, right? It's like a punishment for people who break into their homes without permission!"

Diana nodded, her slender fingers pointed at a name on the book, and continued to ask: "Then why, she didn't die?"

Joan Munn was also a fellow archaeologist. Why was she the only one to survive?

Xinian suddenly recalled that when he was in Gotham, Guanluo once said that there was an ominous evil energy in the other party's body.

The answer is already obvious.

Xinian took a deep breath and said firmly: "The unknown witch exists and has no actual concrete form, so she needs a carrier - a carrier for normal activities in this world, and Joan Munn is just right!"