Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

It is said that there are only oxen that die from exhaustion, not land that is over-plowed.

Natasha had a lot of complaints about this but no one to confide in. She thought that if oxen could plow tirelessly for three days and three nights, not only the ground, but also the bed and floor tiles would be worn out.

It's just that she has an extraordinary constitution. If it were an ordinary woman, she would probably be... well, not that bad. Gray is not the kind of rude person who doesn't know how to cherish women.

A girl with a sweet fragrance is a treasure from head to toe; wherever her thoughts wander, she can become intoxicated.

"Powerful individuals are all like me; the only difference is whether they pretend or not."

After being out of contact for three days, the two decided to go out for some fresh air.

Last night, New York had a heavy snowfall. The snow piled up to waist height on Madison Avenue. Walking down the stone steps in front of Natasha's house, the snow scene was dazzling and beautiful, as if the streets were covered with countless shattered diamonds.

Natasha wore a burgundy lambskin coat and knee-high black boots with slender heels that made her look tall and slender. Beneath a thin black beanie, she had a pair of captivating eyes that were carefully made up.

Hearing this, she pursed her lips and glanced at Gray, saying defiantly, "Being willing to pretend shows you still have some sense of shame, but you're completely shameless."

"Willingness doesn't mean being willing. The rejection of the group, the condemnation of morality, the opinions of relatives and friends—once you're bound by these things, even the strongest person can only put on a mask and force themselves to integrate into the group." Gray casually glanced at the exquisite shop windows on both sides of the street. He hadn't changed his clothes for three days and needed to buy a new outfit.

Today is a rather important day for him.

Natasha linked her arm with his, her straight, muscular legs making a crisp, rhythmic thud with each movement: "And you? Don't you care at all about my opinion?"

"Sorry, I'm going for the domineering CEO route; I'll just force everyone to conform to me."

Gray spotted a vintage suit shop and led Natasha there: "Your perspective can only change yourself. When you realize you can't change me, and you can't live without me, you'll adapt and gradually become the shape I like."

Natasha wanted to refute, but found herself speechless.

Normally, no matter what situation she faces, she has at least two choices: either give up or end her own life.

However, taking one's own life requires a strong impetus. While Gray did kill Hawkeye, it would be somewhat unreasonable to ask her to commit suicide for that reason.

"Would you like some milk tea?"

Gray suddenly stopped and walked towards the beverage shop next door. Watching his composed demeanor as he kicked the person at the front of the line away and then paid the bill, Natasha sighed helplessly.

Despite its apparent chaos and disorder, it actually operates on its own set of behavioral standards. He knew that if he forcibly robbed the milk tea shop, it might go out of business, and he wouldn't be able to get hot milk tea again.

Besides, this guy isn't really beyond redemption; at least he knows how to make himself happy.

So from beginning to end, the only option left for her was to give up.

Looking at the straw brought to her lips, Natasha took a sip with annoyance and asked, "When are you going to revive Hawkeye?"

"Did I say I was going to resurrect Hawkeye?" Gray leaned closer, his face full of surprise, and kissed her lips.

Natasha lowered her voice and gritted her teeth, saying, "When you made me put on stockings last night..."

"Sorry, my memory declines to some extent after each release. How about this, you wear it again, maybe I can remember?" Gray's gaze slowly moved down, along the fair neck, the full and rounded body, the slender waist, and finally to the perfectly fitted long legs. He grinned and chuckled.

"Fuck!"

Natasha chewed the pearls up in anger, and as she recalled the madness on her legs last night, her cheeks flushed slightly.

"Could you please let me try this dress on?"

Gray stood with one hand in his pocket, his face cool and composed, exuding an air of authority.

The quality of a woman's companion is often directly proportional to a man's purchasing power. With a stunning beauty like Natasha by his side, no discerning salesperson would dare to neglect her.

"Yes, sir..."

The sales assistant was a blonde young woman with a high overall rating. She wore light makeup and exuded a mature charm that was almost overflowing. At this moment, there was a hint of shock in her eyes.

Grey is penniless and carefree, while Natasha not only has to carry his bag and get his milk tea, but also help him change clothes and pay the bill.

"Natasha, what are you doing!?" Gray stormed over, snatched the white suit from Natasha's hand, threw it heavily to the ground, and then jumped up and stomped on it.

"Didn't you say you were going to pay the bill?" Natasha asked, completely bewildered.

"You need to expand your knowledge base, read more books, and enrich yourself! In this situation, what you need to do is not buy a piece of clothing, but pack up everything else besides this piece of clothing!" Gray scolded angrily, and it took him a while to calm down.

Then, glancing at the dumbfounded saleswoman beside him, he said calmly, "And her too, pack them up and take them with you."

"..."

The way Homelander behaved was fully explained at this moment, and she finally understood.

Shortly afterward, the two arrived at the awards ceremony in Natasha's car, a Dodge PW.

The car slowly came to a stop, and the majestic dome of the White House came into view. Classical columns supported the grand entrance, and a dense crowd of reporters were already waiting in front of the gate.

The appearance of the two immediately caused a stir among the crowd.

Seeing this, Gray quickly pushed Natasha, who was somewhat photobombing him, aside, put on a bright smile, and strode away alone, facing the incessant clicking of camera shutters.

"Grass."

Natasha's heel snapped, and she stumbled forward several steps, almost falling flat on her face.

"Are you from the motherland?"

These words caused an uproar at the scene. Even with two teams of 100-person security guards maintaining order, they could not dampen the reporters' enthusiasm.

"Look! His Excellency the President has come out to greet us personally!"

As soon as the president appeared, he excitedly jogged towards Gray, covering a distance of only a few dozen meters, which could be described as scrambling and stumbling, showing how much respect he had for his countrymen.

The reporters gasped in unison, their fingers flying across the screen as they frantically pressed the shutter button.

Even if a superhero has made tremendous contributions, no superhero has ever been so beloved, or even fawned over, by the country's top leader.

The people of our motherland can be described as the first people in history!

"Was the acting alright?" Raven asked calmly.

"Exquisitely crafted!"

Gray wrapped his arm tightly around the president's shoulder and walked towards the podium like a close brother. In his excitement, even his desire surged: "Raven, my good baby! You absolutely have to be rewarded with a super-sized lollipop tonight!"

"There's absolutely no need for that!"

Raven shuddered, her face turning deathly pale. Fortunately, the scene was chaotic, and the reporters were too busy having fun to notice her unusual behavior.