'Oriental Massage'

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Looking at the rag-like coat, Daisy lost her patience. Anyway, in order to hurry up, she pulled the shirt into a pulpy mess, and it was a bit troublesome when it came to underwear. This can't be pulled because she didn't bring replacement underwear...

Take a shower first, then wash the clothes! She made a secret decision.

There was also a problem with the bathing session. Hungary's economy is not bad, but the two chose a small hotel near the bar to be unobtrusive.

There is only one bathroom, and there are two people.

They are both women, in theory, there is no evasion problem. But if Daisy wants to dominate the bathroom, she must knock Hill out!

This idea hasn't been implemented yet, and Hill on one side had already taken off her coat and walked into the bathroom.

After the dress change episode an hour ago, the two beauties went into the bathroom again to meet frankly, this time even more openly.

Unlike changing clothes in the room before, this bathroom is very small. The atmosphere of the two women was a little biased by the time in the bar, and they drank a lot of alcohol, now smelling each other's bodies, in a small space.

The thigh was rubbed from time to time, and a specious emotion was slowly increasing...

Daisy hates herself right now; if she had the tools to commit crimes, she must take Hill down, but unfortunately, she doesn't, so she could only let her mind go and shift her agitated heart.

Talk about Madame Gao? When the two were together so frankly, talk about the dead old lady? Obviously she was becoming crazy in this atmosphere!

Talking about life, philosophy, and quantum physics right now is nothing like what a normal person would do.

"May I help you wipe your back?" Hill said abruptly as she was thinking about what to say.

Daisy looked back at the opponent's eyes; Hill's eyes were fairly clear. She should give just some common help, eh! very common!

She nodded and asked Hill to wipe the shower gel on her back. The fingers of the other party seemed to have a magical power.

From the neck to the back, the fingers touched the skin from time to time, which made Daisy's heartbeat accelerate. After a long period of time, thinking about the string vibration and transverse waves has barely suppressed the rising passion.

"You are in such a good shape, like a model, without any scars." Hill touched her back waist, which had two dimples right above her hips, and couldn't help but exclaim.

Daisy's waist is very thin; her spine is perfectly shaped, and her eastern descent makes her skin firm and radiant. If you simply make a beauty review, Hill is far inferior to her.

"Have you never been injured since childhood?" After wiping the shower gel on her back, which caused it to lather a bit, Hill was curious and couldn't help but touch it a couple of times. Even though she was specially trained as a deputy and rarely ventured to the front lines, scars from battles and training accidents were inevitable. Despite S.H.I.E.L.D.'s advanced technology, a few injuries were usually still found.

Daisy was completely different; her muscles felt powerful to touch, and her training was also usually very vigorous, there were no visible scars.

Hill walked to her front, and looked at Daisy's from top to bottom, surprised at her physique.

Of course, Daisy wouldn't disclose that she had been exposed to Terrigen crystals, granting her a resilience that, while not reaching Captain America's level, allowed basic traumas to be self-healed. Any residual scars could be eliminated through vibrational manipulation, eradicating those necrotic cells.

"My natural physique is okay; I'll help you wipe it," Daisy replied, locking her eyes with Hill, a little awkwardness causing her to change the subject.

Hill had a barely noticeable stab wound on her back, just beneath the shoulder blade. In contrast, the gunshot wound under her left rib was more conspicuous and had a darker color.

As Daisy focused on her back, naturally there was some unavoidable skin contact, causing Hill's body to stiffen involuntarily.

"Let me give you a massage. This is an ancient oriental technique, very effective in removing scars," she said awkwardly.

Hill, lost in her thoughts, nodded slightly.

Daisy took down the shower with one hand and pointed it at the location of the scar, while the other hand gathered a little vibration power on her finger.

"Ahh... Mhmm..."

It is clear that there is no abnormality in physical appearance, but Hill felt a trembling sensation, and her blood, lymph, and nerves are all moving in a peculiar way.

As this sensation reached its climax, she seemed to hear a broken string in her body, and suddenly her soul ascended to an unreachable place.

Daisy was stunned and swore to the heavens. She really didn't anticipate that Hill was so 'sensitive', even though she didn't do anything. To conceal her abilities, she made up the oriental massage nonsense and used hot water to attract some attention. Unexpectedly, it led to this in the end...

Hill, realizing her embarrassment, quickly dried off and hurried out of the bathroom.

'Too bloody!' Daisy felt speechless. She finished washing quickly, re-washed her soaked underwear, and, wrapped in a bath towel, exited the bathroom. She found that Hill was already asleep in bed. She was also feeling exhausted after the long day and felt too lazy to care about whether the lady was genuinely sleeping or faking it, lay on her bed, and soon fell asleep.

The night was calm, and there were no interesting sounds that you would like to hear. It was calm and steady until dawn.

When Daisy woke up, Hill was examining her back in the mirror. The scar had completely disappeared, leaving no visible trace of her previous injury.

"How about my massage technique? Felt pretty good, huh?" Daisy asked jokingly.

Hill composed herself, still a bit embarrassed. It was awkward to have someone witness such a private matter. Her voice lowered as she responded, "Maybe the pressure has been too much recently. You know how it is, right? Please, let's not talk about it..."

Daisy also didn't want to expose her abilities, so she nodded in agreement.

The two changed back into their original clothes, checked out, and headed to meet the Black Widow. They heard that Sharon Carter had found a clue.

"What did you do yesterday? Were you in trouble?" Arriving at the meeting point, Black Widow was very concerned that they had an accident, and she couldn't explain herself to Fury, so she asked urgently.

Unable to explain the truth and not wanting their little secrets to be known, Daisy concocted a story about being misled by false information, spending the night following a dead-end lead.

Black Widow had an intuition that Daisy didn't say a word of truth, but seeing Hill tacitly agreeing to the story, she didn't press further. Some things were better left unsaid, and as an experienced agent, she knew that well.

She speculated inwardly that it was likely Nick Fury who had other tasks assigned to them.

"Sharon has found a clue to Dr. Pym, and you guys should hear about it." Black Widow stopped worrying about where they went last night and redirected the focus to the mission.

The two hurriedly focused their attention and listened carefully.

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