My Marvel Superman Girlfriend.

Kara's sweet face, which had been showing signs of distress, then became curious as she asked, "Senior Gwen, did you have a better experience than me?"

Gwen's face turned bright red, and steam was practically rising from her head.

"If my abilities are combined with yours, wouldn't we be able to control it perfectly?"

Kara thought for a moment, then her eyes suddenly lit up, and she said instinctively, "Senior, next time, shall we try it together?"

"Shall we... give it a try together?"

Gwen's bright, jewel-like eyes widened, her brain momentarily blanking as if processing the overwhelming information.

There was a loud "bang".

A plume of actual hot steam rose from the short-haired girl's head.

Chapter 253, Gwen Can't Sleep, Xinian Reports

Monday night.

"Gwen, your hot cocoa."

Officer George, who had just returned from the police station, hadn't even taken off his uniform jacket when he skillfully brewed a cup of hot cocoa at the perfect temperature and sweetness.

A short-haired girl wearing a full set of pink bunny pajamas sat on the sofa with her legs drawn up, watching TV.

The girl's eyes were not focused on the television screen. She sat on the sofa, lost in thought, as if she was thinking about something, so much so that she did not hear Officer George's words in the living room.

"Gwen?"

It wasn't until Officer George came over with the cup and called out a second time that the call was made.

Gwen then snapped out of her daze as if she had just woken up.

"Ah, thank you!"

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

"I'm going to sleep!"

"Remember to wash up after you finish drinking before you go to sleep!"

Officer George watched his beloved daughter's retreating figure with a puzzled expression. After Gwen closed the door, he couldn't help but say to Mrs. Mary, who came out of the bathroom, "Darling, have you noticed that Gwen's behavior after coming home from school today seems a bit off?"

"A little. She's always distracted during meals, blushing and muttering to herself every now and then, and frowning with a troubled expression. Could she be in love?" Mrs. Mary said casually, drying her wet hair with a towel.

"What?! You're in love?!"

Officer George was stunned, as if struck by lightning, questioning the meaning of life:

"Who is it?!"

"I was just saying..." Mrs. Mary shrugged.

……

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

In a room where the lights had already been turned off.

The short-haired girl, lying in bed under the covers, opened her eyes. She was hugging a Garfield plush pillow, her face full of distress: "I just can't sleep..."

Gwen hasn't been able to sleep for the past two days.

First, Miss Diana suddenly asked to meet with her yesterday and asked her about those things very seriously.

Regarding some details and thoughts.

This left Gwen unsure how to respond.

Then, Kara, a junior student who is a year younger than her (actually several years older), made an even bolder suggestion: to try it together...

"So, it turns out that you can do that kind of thing with three people at once?"

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

"Hey, wait a minute, isn't this something? Has the world changed that fast?!"

Gwen put on the hood of her bunny pajamas, covered her blushing face with the blanket, and wisps of steam rose from her forehead.

I'm so sorry for being so naive as a human being...

Gwen bit her lower lip, recalling Kara's distressed expression when she came to school today.

So, it turns out that the body can't handle doing that kind of thing?

Last time.

When I do it myself, it feels so comfortable and relaxing...

Gwen's face grew redder and redder, and then she suddenly realized that it was her turn to have a date this weekend.

For no reason at all.

The girl suddenly felt a little bit of anticipation.

"Oh no, Gwen, you're doomed!"

Gwen felt hopeless and buried herself completely in the blankets, with only her two pink bunny ears showing through the hood of her pajamas.

……

Washington.

Another house.

"Auntie, I'm coming in."

Like a student giving a report, Xinian pushed open the slightly ajar door to the room.

The dim, warm light and the ethereal scent of violets greet you.

Xinian walked into the room with practiced ease.

The room's owner had coiled his black hair around his right side, and under the light of the bedside lamp, his perfectly delicate profile resembled a work of art.

Diana was leaning against the headboard, looking down at an archaeology book. The only light source on her left cast an arc of light on her voluptuous body, which was wrapped in a gauze dress and robe.

Compared to the inherent sexiness of a mature body, it exudes more elegance and nobility.

"You really went out and had a blast this weekend. You didn't even come home yesterday, and you were probably late for school today too."

Diana did not close the book, but continued to look down at it, speaking in a slightly cold tone.

It carries a critical tone.

However, when his aunt was cold to him, it was often when she cared about him the most.

Xinian was aware of this.

then.

Xinian casually closed the door behind him, readily admitted his mistake, took off his slippers, sat on the bed, and pulled the quilt, which was scented with violets, over himself.

"Didn't you go on a date? How did it go?"

Diana remained calm and glanced at him with her beautiful eyes.

hope Nian sighed: "Gotham is such a hassle, even more troublesome than Asgard last time."

No hiding.

hope Nian recounted all of his experiences in Gotham over the past two days to his Aunt Diana.

This is all commonplace.

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

After hope Nian finished speaking, everyone felt a bit thirsty.

Diana gently shook her head, got up, and handed him her own glass of cool water.

After Xinian finished drinking the water.

Diana took the cup back and handed over the archaeology book she had been looking at: "Take a look at this."

"This is……"

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

It is recorded above.

In 2008, a team of archaeologists unearthed what appeared to be the remains of an ancient lost civilization in a mountain range in South America.

There is a stone statue of a mysterious witch, as well as some strange and bizarre runic images that have not been found in any known civilization on Earth.

Some professional archaeologists even speculated that these might be relics from a civilization in another world.

Then, something even stranger happened.

Less than a week.

The archaeologists in that team died one after another, the cause of death unknown, with only one young intern surviving.

The surviving archaeology intern's name is Joan Mun!

“Auntie, so you’ve been keeping an eye on what’s been going on with me in Gotham.” hope Nian put down his archaeology books, feeling a warmth in his heart, and looked at Diana beside him.

Before I could say anything, my aunt had already started investigating.

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

hope Nian's face was solemn as he pondered before replying, "That team of archaeologists, they've been targeted by that witch, haven't they? Like a punishment for those who trespass into their own homes!"

Diana nodded, her long, slender fingers pointing to a name on the book, and continued, "Then why didn't she die?"

Joan Mun was also an archaeologist in the same field, so why was she the only one who survived?

hope Nian suddenly recalled that when they were in Gotham, Guan Luo had said that there was an ominous and evil energy within the other person.

The answer is already quite obvious.

hope Nian took a deep breath and said firmly, "That unknown witch exists without a physical form, so she needs a vessel—a vessel that can function normally in this world, and Joan Munn is just right!"

Chapter 254, The Divergence of Permanent Abilities