I could tell that Mr. Graves, who claimed to be the Minister of Security of the United States Magic Congress, wanted to give me some hints, but I didn't want to beat around the bush with him.

"Just tell me. Do you want to kill me or drink my blood?"

For some reason, I had the illusion that he was a vampire. It was as if he would grow fangs at any moment, plunge them into my artery and drink to his heart's content.

He chuckled and moved his hands around my neck, tickling me so much that I quickly moved away.

He looked up at me and said, "Every time I touch you, I recover some of my magic. I don't know why, but can you let me stay by your side for a few days?"

Looking at his face, which was no longer frivolous and was now filled with sincerity and hope, I calmed down and realized that he was actually quite handsome when he was serious.

*

I came out of the supermarket with a few big paper bags in my arms, analyzing Loki's intentions in my head.

This evil god had suddenly appeared, so he definitely didn't have good intentions.

As for what he wanted me to do, there was a 99.99% chance that he had an ulterior motive.

But as for what it was, he definitely wouldn't let me guess it easily.

I should go back and report to my temporary boss, Mr. Stevie. If something happened, he would be able to protect me under his shield.

As I was thinking, I suddenly noticed that Mr. Graves wasn't following me from the reflection in the window.

I turned around to look for him and saw him standing in front of an electronics store. He was watching TV without blinking.

"Mr. Graves?

What are you looking at? "I tilted my head and called out to him softly. The big paper bags in front of me blocked most of my face.

He looked at me and burst into laughter. He took the paper bags and held them in his arms. As he walked, he said, "I'm not looking at anything."

I turned around and glanced at the TV. The news seemed to be reporting about meteor showers, so I didn't pay much attention to it. I jogged two steps to catch up with his long legs.

I wanted to help him share the weight of the bags. I couldn't let a customer carry everything, could I?

But he hugged me so tightly that I couldn't snatch them away, so I had to give up.

I felt conflicted. I didn't know what to say. Compared to offending this stranger, I didn't want to see Steve angry at me.

"Mr. Graves, when we arrive at my house later, my boss will be there. Can you control yourself a little and not touch me all the time?"

The more I spoke, the softer my voice became. After all, it was one thing to think about it in your heart, but it was another thing to actually say it out loud. I still felt extremely ashamed when I heard it.

He narrowed his eyes at me and asked, "What's wrong?

Does your boss care about your private life? "

As soon as I thought about how Mr. Stevie found out that Hank had slept in my house for the whole night and didn't talk to me for the whole day, my head started to hurt. I nodded and answered, "He treats me like a younger brother. If he knows that I'm messing around outside, he'll be angry!"

Mr. Sorcerer laughed when he heard my adjective. "Fooling around outside?

How old are you? Your biological brother shouldn't care about you anymore! "

I helplessly played with my fingers. How dare you mock me? Do you really think I'm an orange cat if I don't show my power?

"Anyway, please be careful. Otherwise, I'll send you back to the Ministry of Magic!"

"Are you good at cooking?

I'm very picky. "

I haven't even cooked yet and he's already disliked me!

I rolled my eyes at him and said, "Haven't you not eaten for more than ninety years?

What's there to be picky about? "

Speaking of which, my temporary boss, Mr. Stevie, had also stayed in the ice for more than seventy years. However, he was very receptive to new things. Whatever I cooked, he would eat with relish. At one point, I was so confident that I thought I could participate in the God of Cookery Competition and bring back a trophy.

"That's why the first meal after so many years must be good!"

Mr. Graves looked at me expectantly and said, "Only things that are watered with 'love' will taste good!"

Is he asking me to plant vegetables?

Then, every day, I'll use love to collect morning dew to nourish the little lives that break out of the ground?

This isn't farming, so why does he have to use 'love' as the raw material?

Wait, according to the thinking of the magic world, could 'love' be a seasoning for cooking?

"Don't think too much. Just think of me when you're cooking!"

When I finally reached home, I took out my keys and unlocked the door. I could faintly hear two people talking in the room.

"… He slept in the bed in the first half of the night, so you have to stay in the little secretary's bed all day to make up for it?

How childish! "It was Falcon's helpless voice.

"Haven't I made it obvious enough?

Is he really slow or is he just acting? "Then it was Team America's sigh.

"Heh, don't care what he is. If you want to get close to him first, then use the trick I taught you. But you have to be quick, I heard that Sledgehammer is coming back!

When that time comes, the little secretary won't be yours anymore! "

The conversation in the room was intermittent. I was tidying up the things I just bought in the living room and kitchen, so I didn't hear what they were scheming behind my back. I only knew that Mr. Stevie was probably talking to Falcon through voice chat.

"Mr. Steve, I brought a guest home."

I briefly described my grocery shopping adventure today to him, and passed on Loki's words and Mr. Graves's words to Team America to deal with. Then, I went to the kitchen to cook.

The two of them chatted happily at the dining table, and I was relieved. I was really afraid that Mr. Stevie would blame me for bringing a stranger home from the streets.

"Little Star, I didn't expect your cooking to be so delicious. It's really made with 'love'. You must have thought of me when you were cooking, right?" It seemed like this frivolous Mr. Wizard had completely forgotten about my warning!

Stop dreaming, even if I miss the wild orange cat downstairs, I won't miss you!

I quietly moved half an inch to the side and ignored him.

Mr. Stevie had a faint smile on his face, and kindly helped me change the topic, "Mr. Graves, what do you plan to do next?"

The wizard who was called glanced at me, and answered with bad intentions, "I plan to stay and be Little Star's boyfriend, but I don't know if I can get the permission of his' older brother '?"

"You have an older brother?

Why didn't you mention it to me? "Mr. Stevie turned his head and asked me.

I shook my head, but before I could say anything, the wizard interrupted, "He said he thinks of you as his older brother. Without your permission, he wouldn't dare to mess around outside."

"I'm not, I'm not, don't talk nonsense!"

I quickly denied it three times, and then turned to Mr. Stevie. I said to him with an apologetic look, "Mr. Steve, don't listen to his nonsense, please don't be angry!"

"You think of me as your older brother?"

A trace of disappointment flashed in Mr. Stevie's eyes, and then it was replaced by a deep and unknown emotion.

"No, no, I wouldn't dare!

I think of you as my boss, and I'm just your secretary. "And it was only temporary. I didn't have the ability to call a member of the Double couplet brother.

"Anyway, he said that he needs your permission to have a boyfriend." Mr. Magus put his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his arms. Just as he said, when our two bodies touched, his magic and spirit were both shaken. "Look at how compatible our bodies are!"

I pushed him away, and I really wanted to smash all the bowls and plates on the table on his handsome face.

Really, so what if he's handsome?

Does he think he can do whatever he wants?

Mr. Stevie was silent for a long time. He put down the knife and fork in his hand, and asked me seriously, "You like him?"

"How is that possible?"

I poured boiling water on the wizard without hesitation. "He's just an unfamiliar wizard I saved on the side of the road." And he's the kind that sucks my Yang energy.

"Then I'll have to trouble Mr. Graves to stay away from my secretary. He doesn't like you."

Mr. Stevie seemed satisfied with my answer. He calmly turned his head to the wizard and warned him with a serious face.

In those two or three seconds, I felt like they were ready to fight at any time.

Seeing Team America stand up for me, I was touched. My temporary boss, Mr. Stevie, was really a good person!

Not only would he help me in times of danger, but he would also help me wash the dishes after eating.

I really envy the person he's been looking for. Being able to live with Mr. Stevie must be a very happy thing, right?

As the saying goes, which three moments are the sexiest for a man?

Washing the dishes!

Washing the dishes!

And washing the dishes!

Can't miss the highly anticipated, sexy Team America washing the dishes online!

If I started a live broadcast with this title, the number of fans would definitely break ten thousand in minutes.

I leaned against the kitchen door frame and pretended to fiddle with the things in the fridge, but I kept peeking at him from the corner of my eyes.

He was wearing my apron with Team America's shield printed on it, a white t-shirt with no prints, and light gray sweatpants. It was simple to the extreme, but it could easily lead the eyes to the good body under the clothes.

His strong muscles really should be let out to breathe some fresh air. Coupled with the apron to cover the important parts, it was really perfect.

No wonder Mr. Weyne and Superman had that kind of fetish. It was really a feast for the eyes.

"Little Star, your wireless answering machine keeps ringing. Take a look … Hey, why are you having a nosebleed?"

Mr. Graves immediately dropped my phone and pushed my chin up, trying to staunch the nosebleed that was pouring down my face.

"Ugh … I'm fine …" If he hadn't suddenly walked into the kitchen, I'm afraid I would have stared at Team America like a fool until I fainted from excessive blood loss.

It was too embarrassing. I didn't even dare to look at Team America's shadow, so I turned around and ran into the bathroom.

Mr. Graves didn't follow me, but stayed in the kitchen and asked Mr. Stevie, "Were you deliberately seducing him just now?"

Team America wiped his hands, took off his apron, and looked at Mr. Wizard with a "I have the body, I can do whatever I want" look. He brushed past him and didn't answer his question.

"I don't mind the three of us being together as long as he's willing."

Mr. Wizard suddenly spoke behind Team America, "Anyway, touching him can help me recover my mana. Although I don't know how it works, I need to stay by his side. In return, I will be good to him."

"He doesn't like you, and it's not up to you to be good to him." Not to mention the three of us.

"Not liking him is only temporary. There's no one in this world that I can't get."

Listening to Mr. Wizard's shameless words, Stevie knocked on the bathroom door and said to me, who was hiding in the bathroom, "You don't have to worry about Thor's welcome party. I'll go to the Double couplet and find someone to take care of it.

And this wizard, what are you going to do? "

Of course, I'm going to chop him up!

"I want to lock him back in the wall. Don't let him out to harm the world again!"

Hearing my words, Mr. Stevie raised the corner of his mouth and shrugged at Mr. Wizard with a smug look.

"I'm going out for a while. I'll be back tomorrow morning. Don't let him sleep on your bed tonight, you hear?"

When I heard that he was leaving, I quickly opened the bathroom door. I wanted to ask him where he was going, but I realized that I was just a secretary and had no right to ask the boss about his private matters.

Maybe there was news about that person again?

"… Then be careful. Come back soon." I could only stand there and watch him leave.

*

Mr. Graves finally washed off the stains that had accumulated for ninety years. He tidied up his hair, shaved his beard, and walked into my bedroom.

But isn't this a bit too much?

Great-grandpa, you should wear some clothes!

What kind of look are you wearing only a towel around your waist?

It's not like I didn't bring you a change of pajamas.

I was sitting cross-legged on the bed, flipping through the latest gossip magazine. When I looked up, I saw this scene.

To be honest, compared to the sexy underwear male models in the magazines, this is nothing. "Is it because the clothes are too small?"

"I don't know." He had already walked to the end of the bed and was about to climb up.

"Then why don't you wear them?" I was ready to run away.

"I'm used to sleeping naked." He climbed up, he really climbed up.

Barefoot, I dodged under the bed. I found that the wand wasn't with him, so he shouldn't be able to use any magic.

So I mustered up my courage and said, "You're a guest. You sleep on the bed, I'll sleep on the sofa!"

I turned around and wanted to run, but I didn't expect that this 130-year-old man would be much faster than me. He hooked one arm around my waist and threw me back onto the bed.