[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Steve doesn't even know how he comforted Abby.

When she woke up, she stopped crying, and her solid shoulders were still twitching.It's just a description of embarrassment, there is no image at all.

Steve took a tissue to help "myself" wipe away tears and snot bubbles, and Abby said "I'm sorry" in a low voice, took the tissue and wiped it carefully.

Steve noticed that "his" ears and cheeks were all pink.

"..."

Take it easy, stop blushing.

He found that since Abby's soul entered his body, his skin had become thinner.

Abby wiped away her tears, and she was a brave man again.

She was a little melancholy, sitting on the sofa and not talking.It looks like a very serious and classic handsome man.

Steve sits next to her on the couch.He tilted his head and raised his face: "What are you thinking?"

Abby replied blankly, "I'm thinking about taking a bath."

Steve wanted to swallow his tongue.

This is really a big problem, at least he compared his heart to his heart, and he couldn't be as calm as before.

He ran another [-] miles to find his vocal cords:

"Do you...have a habit of taking a bath every day in winter?"

Abby nodded blankly.Sometimes magic is not as convenient as imagined, and using a cleansing spell on the body is not as clean and refreshing as taking a bath manually.

What's more, she learned the spell so badly.

Steve and she exchanged a hard look.

—He also has the same habit.

The living room was dead quiet, and the two of them looked at each other speechlessly.

Abby didn't know what to think, she was silent for a long time and suddenly punched her palm with her fist.She whimsically made a suggestion:

"Since our souls have been exchanged, and the body is not our own—how about you washing it for me and I washing it for you?"

Steve gasped.

He was very shocked, and at the same time felt pain in his head, as if he had been stuffed with a hundred snowballs.

"No... no, Abby. You just have to imagine it. You'll know it sucks."

Captain America rarely says "it sucks," maybe because there's room for maneuver in everything he sees.

But it’s not good for taking a bath, not for one thousand or ten thousand.

Abby complied obediently.Half a minute later, Steve's own face turned a strange blush.

It was bleeding red, and the voice was quiet.

"I, I, I, I didn't think about it just now..."

She squirmed her lower lip, and swallowed "sorry" under his flickering eyes.

People's potential is truly limitless, at least Steve has adapted well to "his" blushing at every turn.

He relaxed his eyebrows: "Don't take a bath today, wait until tomorrow."

When Abby heard "tomorrow", she seemed to suddenly remember something: "That's right!" She whispered hesitantly, "Actually, I suspect that the problem of our soul exchange is caused by my potion... I may have got the ingredients wrong."

"Potion?"

Abby bit the bullet and said dryly, "Yes. I'm a pharmacist, you know... our family has a lot... um, ancestral formula."

Steve smiled.

The milk cow flower is a specialty of their family, and the soul exchange also comes from their secret recipe, which is obviously completely beyond the scope of normal people.

Abby continued quickly: "About this unknown potion with a wrong formula, I saw it in the library of our hometown in Huo--I saw them roughly divided into two types."

"One is unsolvable, it can only be boiled dry, and the effect of the medicine is generally very long; the other is a curse-type potion, they have steps to remove it, but the victim must keep in close contact."

After she finished speaking, the two of them stared at each other.

Steve grasped the point: "So you suspect that this is a curse, and if we stay together, the effects of the medicine will disappear faster?"

Abby nodded sharply.

Steve turned to look at the sky.The sun had been setting for a long time when they exchanged, and now after a lot of tossing, it was approaching bedtime.In some rooms, the lights were all out, and the windows were dark.

Steve: "..."

His head was buzzing.

Do we still have to sleep together?

He looks at Abby.Abby is now a young man. She scratched her golden head embarrassingly, lowered her head slightly, and looked very considerate:

"I'll give you the bed, I'll make the floor."

Steve: "..."

Abby's face suddenly changed again, and she waved her hands quickly:

"No, no! I sleep on the bed and you sleep on the floor! I will take good care of your body!"

"Let's go with the first method." Steve sighed helplessly, "The ground is still hard, I'm afraid it will freeze you to death."

No matter how his body was beaten, Abby's body was lying on the ground for a night, and he must be sick.

The two discussed it and started to wash.

Abby was the first one to go in, and it was washed quickly under Steve's guidance.She has already experienced the soul tempering of the "battleroom battle", and now her heart is calm, and everything she sees is pediatrics.

When it comes to Steve, there is a little trouble: girls are not rougher than boys. Steve looks at the fresh and supple face in the mirror, and he is afraid that he will scratch his skin too hard.He was timid there, and Abby couldn't bear to watch it for a long time.

She murmured, "I'll do it," and then wiped "myself" with a hot towel.

Steve looked at the tall and burly "self" with his head down, with a focused expression; after wiping his face, he opened the bottles and jars, taking good care of his skin.He now felt that the face was as smooth as a shelled egg.

A strange feeling surged in his heart: If they hadn't switched bodies, this scene would indeed be enough to fall into a dream, it was so beautiful and warm that one's liver trembled.

Unfortunately, the reality is too cruel!

The weirdness reaches its peak when Abby hits the floor.

She hid her body in a quilt very politely, and when she found him coming, she seemed to be shy suddenly, and buried her head in the quilt with a "chuck".

It's a pity that she forgot that she was no longer the cutie she was back then. The quilt was a bit short for the blond-haired young man. When she arched it, her head went in, but her legs were awkwardly exposed.

Abby yelled "Merlin, Merlin" in her heart, and retracted her feet with a "chiliu", completely balled into a shrimp.

Steve was annoyed by her.

He climbed lightly into bed and turned off the light.The room suddenly flooded into darkness like water, and the moonlight was like silver scales growing from the window lattice.

Steve rolled over.

Now he has lost four times his senses and cannot feel the girl's breath.Abby could notice him cleverly at this moment, her eyes were still wide open, and Steve found that he could still find a trace of innocence in the eyes that were so familiar to him that he couldn't be more familiar with them.

Abby's innocent soul is contained in his flesh and blood shell.

This idea fermented in the dark, inexplicably making him feel hot all over, unable to do anything about it.

He couldn't help but want to look at her, and even worried about whether his decision was correct: because although it was a man's body, it was still a girl inside.

Abby poked her head out of the quilt a long time ago, her voice was magnetic and hoarse: "What's the matter?"

After speaking, she was taken aback by herself, and her whole body was numb.

It sounds so good, she was electrified by herself!

She wanted to hear that voice again, so she kept opening her throat: "Steve, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water..."

After a few seconds, there was a creaking sound from the bed, and it was Steve who rolled over and sat up.

His voice was soft: "Come up and sleep."

Abby fell silent, like a ballerina doll turned off.

She remained motionless, clinging to the blanket.Eyeballs stuck to the ceiling, stammering:

"This, this, this, isn't it..."

Steve sighed, and he felt he sighed more today than in the previous ninety-odd years combined.

He said softly, "I won't do anything to you."

Even if you want to do something, there are no conditions.

It seemed to Abby that this was the reason. It wasn't that she didn't believe in Steve. In her eyes, he had always been a very gentle and upright person.

She just felt embarrassed.

But since Steve said so, and took the initiative to take a small pillow on the bed to divide the bed in half, Abby felt that she couldn't refuse no matter what.

She hugged her quilt and crept onto the bed, promising as she climbed:

"Don't worry, Steve, I won't do anything to you either!"

Steve wanted to say something, but he swallowed it when he saw her current muscular and strong board.

The two slept on the same bed with a pillow between them.

Abby continued to stare up at the ceiling, thinking: How embarrassing.

In this dark, small space, all senses are infinitely magnified.The furniture was asleep, fading irresponsibly in the night; there were tiny winter insects chirping in her ears, and she could easily make out the sound of Steve's breathing in the small mess, alone Incorporated into a channel, it is not smooth and long.

He wasn't asleep either.

Thoughts were racing through her head, tangled into a ball of wool.She thought that Steve's physical fitness was great, and she was a little uncomfortable with his sharp eyes and ears.

Right now, for example, she can feel Steve staring at her.

Staring at her through an ugly pillow.

Abby tried to hold back, but failed; she was ashamed as hell.I thought for a while: Should I look back at him?After a while, I thought again: why did he look at me?Isn't this his body?

There was a mess in her head, and she suddenly found a little courage in the mess.

Yes, what's the big deal!

As soon as she rolled her eyes, the two of them met each other's eyes.

... Abby's eyes immediately drifted to the side.

Woohoo, no way!She is still nervous!

She silently recited "This is my body" and "This is myself" dozens of times in her heart, and finally met Steve with her erratic gaze.

These were two pairs of blue eyes of the same color, even of similar purity.

When they met, souls broke free from the bodies of men and women, and touched each other lightly.

Even with the girl's body and girl's appearance, Steve's eyes are still calm, and the lightness of the moonlight is reflected from the pupils.The waves rolled in the distance, and Abby saw the sea in Debussy's movement.

My heart missed a beat.

The author has something to say:

The books in the library in my hometown (yeah Hogwarts) are my nonsense, and there is no mention of the solution of this unknown potion.Don't ask me about logic, no matter what, it serves the object.

Come on, read to me: All for the sake of dating!Engage in objects!Engage in objects!

What a pure love, my girlish heart is overflowing...