Alvin looked at Hela, who seemed to wish she could crawl into a hole. He spread his arms with an amused smile...
Kissing his mistress in front of the eyes of the entire world? Alvin had to admit he didn't have that kind of courage.
He gave Hela a tight hug. Her whole body was limp, and she seemed ready to burst into flames at any moment...
Alvin leaned close to her ear and said with a laugh, "Thank you for being so understanding...
Usually, I only imagine a situation like this in my dreams!
Maybe I was born to be a terrible scumbag...
So I'm the one who should feel guilty, and I'm the one who should take responsibility."
As he spoke, Alvin gently rubbed Hela's dark circles, making her look a little more fierce.
He held her by the shoulders and looked her over. Satisfied, he nodded and said, "Remember to go back and break Loki's legs. He's made this way too awkward for us.
I was only joking around just now..."
As soon as Alvin finished speaking, Hela glared at him and kissed him hard on the lips.
The kiss ended as soon as it began. Her Majesty glared furiously at the sky, then was carried back to Asgard by a rainbow beam of light.
Alvin smacked his lips, finding no flavor in them. He looked at the empty sky, then spread his hands and turned to the stunned crowd and media nearby with a smile. "Don't copy me. That was a terrible example.
After all, not everyone has a perfect fiancée...
And you definitely can't take a beating like I can, or match my thick skin!"
Alvin paused, then addressed the media. "I'll be getting married on September third this year.
Because that's the day my