Chapter 170: Boys really need to protect themselves when they are out!
"That’s not necessarily true." Hillel shook his head. "Viltrumite society advocates survival of the fittest. They are cold-blooded, brutal, and generally lack love and empathy, but as long as there is even a tiny bit of love!"
"Trust me, a Viltrumite will follow right behind you like a lost puppy!"
Caitlin and Hillel stood side by side, hearing the vicissitudes in his words, her eyes inevitably flickering with emotion.
So this guy looked young, but in reality, he had been through a lot. He was a mature and responsible man.
"That being said... it seems both of us had unfortunate childhoods and growing-up environments."
Hillel turned his head and looked at her with amusement. "Did someone as highly educated and elite as you also have a bad childhood? According to Central City middle-class standards, your parents should have treated you like the apple of their eye and pampered you assiduously."
Caitlin shook her head. "My family wasn’t like that."
"My father passed away very early. Ever since then, my mother closed herself off. To escape the pain, she devoted all her energy and time to scientific research, while completely neglecting me!"
"To some extent... I grew up stumbling along all by myself in a lonely environment without my parents’ companionship."
Hillel suddenly understood. "Oh, a left-behind child!"
"That truly is an unfortunate growing-up process!"
Hillel nodded in agreement.
The absence of parents in a child’s childhood often makes their personality extremely sensitive, insecure, or paranoid. After growing up, Caitlin became the big sister in the entire team who knew best how to take care of others.
But in reality, she was repressed inside, creating another repressed personality deep in her heart, which was Killer Frost.
Killer Frost might even have innate superpowers.
The two stood quietly in the evening breeze for a while, and the atmosphere suddenly became strange.
Caitlin suddenly turned around, looking at Hillel with bright eyes, and boldly suggested, "The battle with Zoom is completely over, and Central City is safe. Baby... why don’t we find a place to grab a drink and properly relax? How about it?"
Generally speaking, for members of the opposite sex who are not close friends, grabbing a drink meant wanting to start a new relationship.
Hillel said, "To be honest, I really don’t like drinking alcohol."
"Because alcohol cannot produce any numbing effect at all on a physique like mine, leaving only inferior taste. But... if I’m drinking with a lady like you, I have completely no reason to refuse!"
Hillel scooped Caitlin up horizontally in his arms.
Caitlin let out a soft exclamation and instinctively wrapped her arms around Hillel’s neck.
Boom!
Hillel turned into a stream of light, instantly arriving dozens of blocks away, and landed in the back alley of a vintage and elegantly decorated bistro in Central City.
"The ability to fly is certainly convenient!"
Caitlin pulled out her car keys. Her car was still parked at Joe’s doorstep.
Forget it. She probably wouldn’t need to drive tomorrow anyway.
The two took their seats in a secluded corner.
After a few rounds of drinks.
Things developed in an uncontrollable direction. Caitlin was usually understanding, stern and humorless in the lab, and even a bit rigorous and introverted, but after drinking less than three shots of hard liquor...
Her entire personality switched directly.
Her fair and pretty face was covered in alluring flushes. Catalyzed by alcohol, her personality, which had been suppressed for too long, began to become extremely wild, very cheerful, and abnormally indulgent.
"Haha... Baby! Has anyone ever told you that your muscles are huge?"
"Tell me, you’ve given women a sense of security. I feel like someone like you completely doesn’t lack girlfriends!"
"Why aren’t you talking? Could it be that... The Guardian’s big muscles haven’t captured any woman’s heart yet?"
Caitlin’s eyes were hazy and she was extremely arrogant, even reaching out to pinch Hillel’s biceps.
Help!
Boys really need to protect themselves when they are out!
Caitlin pressed softly against Hillel’s chest, her blond hair scattered, breathing out scorching heat tainted with a faint scent of alcohol, her hands restlessly groping around.
This was the contrasting personality of a considerate big sister.
"Dr., you should have said so earlier if you can’t hold your liquor! You’re already failing after just a few cups? Where I come from, you only deserve to sit at the same table as 1st season’s John Snow!"
"I’m not drunk!"
Caitlin shook half a glass of vodka. "I’m very sober. If you don’t believe me, look!"
She wobblily aimed the wine glass at her lips, but actually poured it all down onto her chest.
The bartender watched with a bewildered expression.
Feeding wine to the peaks? That’s quite passionate!
"Forget it, I thought there would be a midnight battle that riled up my temper, but it turns out she’s a noob!" Hillel was quite speechless.
Caitlin’s drunkenness was clearly bordering on unconsciousness.
When Maeve got drunk, she just used alcohol as an excuse while actually keeping a clear head.
Caitlin was almost blacked out!
He took two bucks out of Caitlin’s small clutch and slapped them on the table.
"Keep the change, the rest is a tip!!"
The bartender immediately called him an expert.
Paying the bill with a girl’s money, and probably taking full advantage of her later in the night. Bro, you’ve hit the pinnacle of being a human!!
Facing the bartender’s gaze, Hillel turned a blind eye.
Are you kidding me!
Anyone can spend money on women. With the three-piece combo of shaking your head, opening your mouth, and blinking, you can fork out tens of thousands, but making women spend money on you, that’s what you call real skill!
Gently placing Caitlin on the large bed, Hillel was just about to pour her a cup of hot water when Caitlin stubbornly grabbed Hillel’s collar, refusing to let him go.
"Don’t go... Baby... stay and keep me company..."
Caitlin’s cheeks were burning hot. She actually wobbled to her feet, her movements a bit clumsy yet extremely bold as she began to take off her clothes.
"Come on... handsome, don’t be so reserved. We are already... already friends who have shared life and death, right?"
"Since we’re friends, we should help each other change clothes... It’s so hot, help me take my clothes off..."
Caitlin stood on the bed, babbling nonsense as she stripped off her clothes piece by piece.
You’re quite repressed, sis!
In other worlds, I’m always scolded for having a sex addiction, but in this world, you’re the real pro!
Seeing that Caitlin was about to undo even her intimate garments, Hillel turned into a residual shadow and swiftly changed Caitlin into a pair of pajamas. Anyway, her undergarments were still on.
You could only see that they were quite big, and nothing else was exposed.
Hillel suddenly pulled out his phone. "Come on, Dr., smile at the camera, and I’ll help you reminisce tomorrow!"
Caitlin actually cooperated with the camera.
Oh?
Cooperative with the camera, are we?
I have a thousand ways to play, can I record them?
However, before his video recording was even halfway through...
Caitlin pounced straight forward, and her two warm lips were already pressed onto Hillel’s mouth. Caitlin had indeed been repressed for a long time, being deceived by Zoom, worrying about turning into a killer...
Work pressure... family pressure...
An unfortunate childhood...
Anyway, with all the buffs fully stacked, Caitlin basically fell for Hillel at first sight.
Because the other party’s demeanor was very gentle and could provide enough sense of security.
Ronnie, I will be happy!
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