In Marvel, people are slime Chapter 220

A beautiful day must begin with a satisfying and happy breakfast.

Sunlight poured in from the window, obliquely embracing the cookies, cheese toast, and soy milk on the table.

The cookies were heart-shaped, with a black bottom layer and a white top layer, and the white half had a hollow heart shape in the middle.

The toast was slightly browned, covered with a rich layer of cheese that was crystal clear and shimmering. Its sweet aroma wafted into Laimu’s sight from a distance.

And the cup of soy milk next to the toast was entirely golden, with no foam on top, smooth like a solidified block of gold jelly.

This must be the legendary glowing dish, right?

The Slime bounced down the stairs, eager to taste the delicious meal that looked so good.

His oversized pajamas dragged on the ground, and his long sleeves swung with his jumps, his hair bouncing like waves.

Alice just came out of the kitchen, holding a small plate of roasted ham, and smiled at Laimu, her big eyes curved into crescent moons.

“Washed up? Come and eat.”

“Not yet, I just woke up… Let me try it quickly!”

The Slime bounced smilingly in front of Alice, raising his hand, trembling, trembling, and finally reaching his hand out from his sleeve.

His small hand reached forward, wanting to grab ham from the plate to eat.

Pa!

It was Alice.

She unceremoniously slapped Laimu’s hand away, while puffing out her cheeks and slightly widening her eyes, which added three parts of charming cuteness to her graceful, mature charm.

“You haven’t washed your hands yet! Go brush your teeth!”

“Oh…”

The Slime replied aggrievedly, rolled up his sleeves, and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

As he walked, a few strands of his light blue long hair drifted gently, and because he had just woken up, they were even a little frizzy.

That’s not right…

Alice furrowed her slender willow-like eyebrows. She clearly heard the sound of water in the bathroom when she passed by in the morning… I couldn’t have misheard, could I?

Holding this doubt, she put down the plate in her hand and followed Laimu to the bathroom.

“What’s wrong? Haven’t you brushed your teeth either?”

In the bathroom, the Slime brushed his teeth while looking at Alice standing behind him in the mirror.

“No… I’ll just wash my hands…”

Alice looked at the dry floor, a little bewildered…

“Did you just wake up? Weren’t you taking a bath just now?”

“Why would you ask that?”

“Nothing, maybe I remembered wrong.”

Suddenly, a few drops of water, with the Slime’s mischievous little hand, slipped into Alice’s chest, cold and chilling, making her shiver.

“Ugh—”

She bared her small fangs, raised her hand, and clenched her fragrant fist as if to strike, “You’re annoying! Are you looking for a beating?!”