In front of Superman, you have no choice but to give yourself to a little girl.

Wayne's expression shifted from astonishment to a complex mix of confusion and disorientation. He lowered his gaze, unable to look directly at her, and his slightly dry lips pursed. "Hug..."

Before he could finish speaking, his lips were sealed by a soft, fragrant kiss—Gwen wrapped her arms around the back of his neck, her warm, soft lips awkwardly holding Wayne's lips, which were about to open, silencing the words she didn't want to hear and was afraid to hear.

After a long while, Gwen slowly released the other person, two lines of clear tears streaming down her reddened eyes. Her gaze was unfocused, her lips trembled slightly, and she turned her face away, not wanting anyone to see her disheveled appearance. "You, you don't misunderstand... this is just a birthday present."

Gwen's super hearing made every soft sob she didn't want to be heard ring loudly in Wayne's mind, and Wayne's expression turned to astonishment again.

Gwen has the right to choose, and if Gwen wants to leave him, he has no right to say anything, so Wayne is prepared to accept reality.

But Gwen's choice was unexpected, or rather, he didn't want to expect it—that would only make the strange unease in his heart more pronounced.

Gwen didn't want to give up, nor was she willing to, but she just couldn't control herself. The more she tried to appear relaxed, the harder it was for her to hold back, and tears flowed uncontrollably like a burst dam.

She wanted to storm out, to be alone and calm down, and to face the boy she loved most with her best self.

But her feet seemed rooted to the spot, completely unable to move—until she was pulled into a warm embrace.

Her pupils suddenly contracted from her wide eyes, and her tightly clenched fists unconsciously loosened. Gwen was stunned, her face showing the same astonishment as Wayne had just shown.

When her blank mind finally came to its senses, Gwen bit her soft lips and buried her face in Wayne's arms with a hint of resentment.

Looking at Gwen in his arms, Wayne sighed helplessly, "You're going to make my clothes all wet with tears"—of course, he didn't say it aloud.

Johnny glanced back at Susan, who was on the verge of turning evil, and was still carefully trying to dissuade her, saying, "Susan, calm down," but Susan seemed to completely ignore him.

To be honest, when Wayne hugged Gwen just now, Gwen and Susan were both completely blank in their minds.

I thought I could finally have Wayne all to myself after all that... but then I got a lucky break.

Susan was completely numb, her eyes were lifeless, and she almost turned evil on the spot, but in the end she didn't explode.

When she saw Gwen crying so hard, she wasn't particularly moved, but when she saw Wayne looking so helpless, she did feel a pang in her heart.

Oh well, anyway, this kid's digging ability is too strong, she can't handle it.

But it's impossible for her to let this kid off so easily!

Just then, Wayne turned his head and looked over, and the two made eye contact.

Would you like to offer me a seat?

Let.

Seeing this, Susan sighed deeply and then nodded helplessly.

Wayne was secretly delighted and immediately carried Gwen back to her room—not to start a game, but to save face for Gwen, after all, she had just cried so much in front of everyone.

Only then did the group, who had been silent from the beginning, realize that the atmosphere around them was a bit strange.

Everyone had a different expression; they opened their mouths but didn't know what to say.

Tony finally spoke up to ease the tension, "Ahem...you know, I was like that when I was young too."

……

Inside the room, Wayne placed Gwen on the bed.

Gwen quickly pulled the blanket over her head. Besides wanting to wipe away her tears, she also didn't know how to face Wayne—just now…it seemed, probably, it looked like…they got together?

Wayne found it somewhat amusing and subconsciously wanted to remind her that he could see through things and that Gwen covering herself with a blanket was useless.

But after thinking about it again, he still didn't say it.

Looking out the window, Wayne, like Gwen, suddenly felt a little unreal.

But it's not a negative feeling, just quite complicated.

He now has more than one responsibility to bear.

Peter is right: with great power comes great responsibility.

Although the prevailing attitude in this country is "just for fun," and Johnny has had many girlfriends, and Johnny himself has said that it was just for fun.

But Wayne, who prides himself on being "a man among men," wouldn't shirk responsibility. It's just responsibility, after all! He can certainly shoulder it all!

Just as he was thinking this, a pair of fair and delicate arms wrapped around Wayne from behind. The not-so-small, soft flesh pressed firmly against Wayne's back. Gwen rested her head on Wayne's shoulder. "So, we are now..."

Wayne nodded slightly. "Mm."

A sweet joy welled up in Gwen's heart, but she quickly put on a serious face again, "So you won't abandon me?"

"When did I ever say I was going to abandon you?"

"You were just saying... never mind! Let's not talk about this! It just makes me angry!"

Gwen gave Wayne a light, playful bite on the side of his neck. "Prove it to me!"

"What?"

"To prove you won't abandon me!"

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Let me think about it..."

Gwen spoke, but her shifty eyes and flushed face betrayed her; it was clear she had already had her own ideas, but was too embarrassed to say them aloud.

In the end, Gwen gritted her teeth, leaned close to Wayne's face, and gently breathed her warm, moist breath on his earlobe. "Come to my house tonight."

Wayne paused for a moment, then looked at Gwen; she certainly didn't seem to be joking.

But what he was worried about wasn't doing those things, it was just... "Uncle George won't come after me and try to kill me, will he?"

"He's been very busy since his promotion, and he's been coming home very late lately."

"And are you afraid of being stabbed?"

Gwen held Wayne's perfectly muscular arm with one hand and played with it, while the other hand reached inside Wayne's shirt to freely caress his firm abs—she had wanted to do this for a long time!

Wayne sighed... Fine, since you've said that, the worst that can happen is you get chopped up. Hopefully, you can explain things clearly before the cleaver breaks.

"Shall we go out now?"

"No way!"

Gwen pushed Wayne down, then happily hugged him and showered him with kisses, declaring, "You're mine now!"