Master of Marvel World

squeak--

The sound of a zipper being pulled down.

Shen He turned around abruptly, the zipper of Joan's sportswear had just been unzipped halfway.

"First, don't look this way."

Joan whispered in a trembling voice, the courage she had summoned up collapsed directly under Shen He's gaze, and the hands holding the zipper stopped there.

But even if she said that, Shen He couldn't look away at all.

The Joan of Arc in front of her is no longer a "beautiful" word to describe.

The silver-white moonlight wrapped around her body, from the neck to the half-unwrapped black sportswear, every exposed skin licked the moonlight, exuding an extremely seductive atmosphere, and the bikini wrapped in a perfect figure curve , it turned out to be a black lace pattern, coupled with that fascinated and flushed demeanor, just looking at it made Shen He feel as if his soul had come out of his body, bearing an indescribable impact.

"Yu, Master."

Joan was almost so shy that she cried.

It's obviously just a swimsuit, why is there such a strange feeling when being seen undressing, as if the whole body is on fire.

"Hold, I'm sorry." Shen He responded subconsciously.

But he himself didn't know why he was apologizing, he just opened his eyes wide, as if he wanted to keep this scene in his mind forever.

Joan showed a shameful expression, closed her eyes as if resigned to her fate, and took off her sportswear at a speed so fast that phantoms appeared.

Until only the black swimsuit was left on her body, the small piece of cloth made her breathe a long sigh of relief.

"Jean, Jeanne, this is"

Shen He still couldn't slow down a bit.

The perfect body displayed in front of his eyes, although it did not have the extreme temptation that was half hidden just now, but from the elastic curve, the slender waist that is gripped gracefully, to the slender straight legs, and the exquisite jade feet, there is nothing wrong with it. Without revealing the exquisite beauty, this is already a field that human beings cannot reach anyway.

"It's a swimsuit, I bought it today."

With her fingers crossed behind her back, Joan raised her feet and stood in front of Shen He, raising her beautiful face to look at him.

Although there is still a seductive blush on the expression, the shame has been reduced a lot, after all, it is just a swimsuit.

Shen He was stunned for a long time before realizing what he should do at this time.

He gave a thumbs up and admired sincerely, "It's very beautiful, my expectations have been met by 10,000%, Joan of Arc."

"It's too exaggerated."

Joan's eyes were bent into a beautiful crescent shape, and the smile on the corner of her mouth could be seen at a glance.

She walked to the edge of the reef with bare feet, leaned over and sat on the seashore, letting the rising waves slap her feet one after another. Looking from the back, the moonlight sprinkled on her long golden hair and smooth back, Casts a soft glow.

At this moment, Shen He felt that she was like a fairy who did not exist in reality.

"Master?"

Joan turned her head slightly to look at him.

"oh."

Shen He subconsciously responded, and walked over to sit next to Joan of Arc.

His gaze was still on Joan of Arc, but he found that she was looking at the waves below, seemingly in a daze.

"what are you thinking about?"

"I have no idea."

Joan of Arc stroked her braids with both hands, without looking at Shen He, as if she was talking to herself.

"In the afternoon, the Master said that he didn't regard me as a saint. I am very happy, really, because whether I want to or not, I am a saint. This is an unchangeable fact, so I have been working hard to do it. Doing what a saint should do, treating everyone equally until being summoned by the master, everything has changed."

At the beginning, Joan didn't realize that this summoning was any different, as long as she was with the master and performed her duties as a follower.

But since she was told "you can be yourself" in the Master's room last night, she finally realized that it was completely different.

The girl whose life is always fixed at the age of nineteen will start to live through the age of 20, 21... or even longer, so long that it is unimaginably extravagant.

"Jeanne, is that why you did this for me?" Shen He was a little disappointed, but soon relieved, "I don't know if you can let go of the burden brought by the word saint, but Even if you can just let go a little bit and enjoy yourself, it will make me feel that it is meaningful for me to come to this strange world."

When people get along with each other, sometimes giving is more satisfying than receiving.

What's more, Shen He thinks that he has gained enough, and this is enough.

"No—it's not like that."

Joan of Arc suddenly turned her head, holding Shen He's palm tightly with both hands, his figure was reflected in her lavender pupils.

"What really makes me feel like a dream is that I am lucky not to be able to stay here as Joan of Arc instead of a saint, but to be able to stay by the Master's side like now in the long future, That's what my heart tells me."

Even if they only got along for a short period of more than a month, Joan of Arc already knew Shen He well enough.

Before he came to such a strange world, he was just an ordinary human being, but after mastering the extraordinary power, not only did he not get lost in the power, but he resolutely used this power to provoke the responsibility of protecting humanity .

Perhaps he himself didn't realize that this figure standing in front of the crisis and giving the people behind him infinite confidence was as dazzling as a hero.

Not to mention the kind of heartfelt concern and understanding for those close to you.

"Jeanne, that, why do you say that?"

Shen He tried his best to open his somewhat stiff mouth, and suddenly had a feeling that he couldn't predict what would happen next.

Joan of Arc showed a subtle expression that she couldn't tell whether it was shyness or nervousness. She held Shen He's palm and raised her hands in front of her, as if she had made up her mind and said:

"I don't know whether my feelings for the Master are gratitude or admiration, but, but—I want to give it a try. Love is a feeling that shouldn't belong to a heroic spirit, nor should it belong to a saint. , can you please, Master."

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Shen He, who finally understood the meaning of Joan of Arc's words, was swallowed by a huge surprise.

He is very clear that every person he summons is not just a character that can be interpreted by the hundreds of characters of the original book. They have their own eyes, their own thoughts, and their own wisdom to identify the hearts of others. , imitating the disgusting behavior of the male protagonist in the original book to deliberately attack, will only suffer the consequences.

If Joan would fall in love with him, then she would only fall in love with this man named Shen He.

He stretched out his hand and put his arms around Joan's smooth and soft waist, letting her head gently rest on his shoulder, greedily enjoying this brand new relationship that only belonged to him.

After finishing writing in the middle of the night, I felt that my heart was hurt ten thousand points