"Gwen!"
Gwen quickly spotted Peter's figure and happily emerged from the water, shaking her head.
"You walk so quietly."
"It's just your focus, Gwen."
"Well, maybe, but I have to say, swimming here feels great. It's my first time experiencing it."
Gwen's hair was wet as she emerged from the water, shaking her head and splashing droplets around.
She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit, her youthful figure perfectly accentuated.
"You even prepared a swimsuit?"
Peter asked her with slight surprise.
"It's not something I prepared in advance, you can buy them at the supermarket."
Gwen emerged from the water and stood on the smooth floor.
Her fair and delicate skin glistened in the sunlight as droplets trickled down.
Peter hadn't realized Gwen's body was so well-endowed.
But then again, she always covered herself up tightly, so he never had the chance to see.
"Why did you suddenly want to come swimming, Gwen?"
Peter asked Gwen with a slight furrow of his brow.
"Because I felt a bit overheated, so I thought swimming might help cool me down physically."
Gwen gave a seemingly reasonable explanation.
Perhaps sensing Peter's gaze was somewhat unusual, Gwen was not shy but rather slightly proud.
Gwen's fair skin was dazzling, her slender legs gracefully curved, and her muscles were subtly visible.
She also wore a beautiful silver pendant around her neck, a gift from her mother.
"Cough cough."
Although Peter's attention was drawn to Gwen's figure, his chest with the alien embryo was also restless, he suppressed the physiological impulse that surged again.
"Aren't you coming down to join me, Peter?"
Gwen approached Peter and asked him.
Perhaps finding the swim cap uncomfortable, she simply took it off, and her golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall.
"Actually,"
Peter glanced at Gwen's hair and explained, "I can't swim."
Not being able to swim was, of course, a lie. He had been a mercenary in Vireland in his previous life, so how could he not swim?
The reason he said he couldn't swim was to avoid embarrassment.
In broad daylight, swimming with Gwen here, just the two of them, if anyone saw them.
The whole school would probably talk about them the next day.
Even though he didn't care about these things, Gwen was a girl after all and would care about them.
Moreover, Gwen at the moment seemed to be in an abnormal state, just like the previous Sheriff George, her mind was affected.
Was it the smell he detected in the classroom?
He was thinking about the reason for Gwen's abnormality.
As Gwen suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm, Peter was lost in thought.
"But I remember you saying you could swim before."
Gwen didn't quite believe Peter's words.
"Maybe I forgot."
Peter said without blushing or skipping a beat, "Skills like that can rust if not used."
"Well, if you really forgot, maybe I can teach you."
Gwen immediately suggested eagerly.
She seemed to have a feeling of pulling Peter into the water.
"I'm not that interested in swimming, Gwen."
Peter rejected Gwen again.
"You seem too serious, Peter."
Gwen said somewhat disappointedly, "I thought it would help you relax. If you're too tense, it might not be good for us."
She lifted her head, gazing at Peter, "I used to be angry when those bullies bullied you, but I couldn't do anything. I could only look at those bastards with strange eyes mixed with hatred, disgust, and anger."
"Maybe I'm a hypocrite."
Gwen paused and continued, "Then you changed, Peter. You saved me, and you could easily deal with Josh and the others. I'm happy for you, but you seem unhappy."
"You might have some secrets in your heart, I don't know, maybe it's because of the tumor, you're always worried about something, I don't know how to help you, even though you've always helped me, but I can't do anything."
The more Gwen spoke, the more she felt frustrated and uncomfortable.
Maybe in the past, she would have buried these emotions in her heart, but now, somehow, she let it all out.
And as if possessed, a thought flickered in her mind like a neon light: maybe I can be more proactive, anyway, I have to do something.
So, while Peter was lost in thought, replaying what she said, Gwen, with the agility of Spider-Woman, launched a surprise attack on Peter!
Taking advantage of Peter's unguarded moment, she moved closer to his mouth.
Then, clumsily trying the most intimate expression between lovers as seen in movies.
Dizziness enveloped her, and she felt like she was sinking deeper into a strange immersion.
Well, this feeling wasn't bad at all, so she decided to immerse herself in it.
Peter, taken aback by Gwen's sudden attack, realized what Gwen had done and was initially stunned.
What is this?!
An unexpected ambush?
Compared to the ambush of the alien in the darkness, he suddenly felt that Gwen wasn't much less intimidating.
Although he wasn't a naive boy in his previous life, considering the current situation, he still tried the awkwardness of a young girl and extended his hand to stop Gwen's second attack.
Moreover, there was still an alien embryo in his body, and he didn't know the extent of the other party's mutation.
He was afraid that if they continued, Gwen would really give birth to an alien.
After Peter's fingers stopped Gwen's second attack, Gwen felt a little embarrassed.
"You bit me, Peter!"
"No, Gwen, you bit me."
Peter promptly pointed out Gwen's thievery.
"Well, you're skilled, it seems I lost."
Gwen found a new excuse.
"Some talents are innate, and"
Peter patted Gwen's hair with his hand, "I admit, you lost, Gwen, this isn't the real you."
"What?"
"The real you wouldn't do this."
Hearing Peter's words, Gwen also felt a bit dazed.
Come to think of it, she didn't seem quite normal today.
Why was she so impulsive today?
In the evening, George Stacy returned home from the police station.
Not finding Gwen in her room, he thought she hadn't come home from school yet.
Walking to the balcony, he wanted to take a breath of fresh air.
He had been dealing with the Hell's Kitchen issue recently, which had left him exhausted.
Both mentally and physically.
Just as he was about to relax, he suddenly saw an unbelievable scene downstairs.
Gwen, what are you doing?!