[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Abby only felt that the bed was too small.

She is so tall and big now, if she stretches her head up a little, she will hit the bed board; if her feet are lowered, she can almost hang from the end of the bed.

Not to mention that there were two people lying on the narrow bed, and the pillows made it even more cramped.

She didn't dare move her hands or lift her feet.

But the way he's facing Steve is really, really embarrassing... As soon as he looks over, Abby scuttles up like a frightened rabbit, almost piercing through the bed.

Steve: "..."

He stopped looking at her, and Abby breathed a sigh of relief.She turned over exhaustedly, without relaxing and not paying much attention to the degree of turning over.

Then a "bang" was heard.

It sounded like something falling to the ground.

As soon as her scalp exploded, she quickly turned around again.As a result, Steve grabbed the quilt and climbed up from the bed.

She let out a painful "ah" as if she felt the same way.

Steve pursed his lips and said "Sorry" sincerely.

The bed is too small to bear the weight of a grown man plus a woman.With a slight movement, Abby pushed him out of the way.

He didn't even react, this girl's body was really dull.

Abby asked him nervously, "Are you okay?"

Steve laughed helplessly: "Abby, this is your body." He moved his arms and legs carefully, "It's okay, there are no bruises or abrasions."

The blond young man blushed, and said in a soft voice: "...But you are the one who is feeling it now, I'm sorry."

She cared about his soul, not his body.

Steve froze.He hooked his lips, dimpled from his smile.

He lay on his back on the pillow, put one hand on the other in a regular manner, and looked at the ceiling:

"Are all British people like you, saying sorry so often?"

Abby answered "Yes", after thinking about it and then hesitated: "Although everyone talks about it frequently, I seem to talk about it more than others."

It turned out that she knew it herself.

Steve laughed again.Through a small patch of moonlight, he caught her eyes; the eyes filtered out impurities and made him feel beautiful.

Abby heard him laugh.It was obviously coming from her own throat, but it made her feel a little novel.

She had never given such a short, mocking smile, like a violin bow rubbing against a string.

Abby curled up and covered her heart, wishing to scratch it, so as to relieve the numbness that grew from the bottom of her heart.

Steve breathed quietly next to her, the moving moonlight casting soft spots of light.Abby prayed that he would say a few more words, because when he wasn't speaking, the atmosphere would get weird.

... a little sticky.

"Bah, bah, bah," she secretly spurned her absurd idea.Not knowing if she was eager to hide this thought, she turned over again.

It wasn't Steve who fell to the ground at this moment, Abby let out an "ah", Steve stretched out his hand without thinking, and stopped before touching her hand.

Abby didn't hit the floor.The body belonging to Captain America is so agile, and the moment her center of gravity was unstable, she activated the self-protection mechanism, and put her hands on the ground to maintain her balance.

The blond young man made a perfect lower back.

Steve: "..."

He stared at the small part of waist skin exposed by "myself" because of bending over, and silently pulled down the hem of the clothes.

What a calm and composed demeanor!

What a general demeanor!

However, Abby's attention has been completely attracted by her hand.She finished her lower back movements, leaned back neatly, and turned over and over to look at her hands.

"cool……"

she murmured.

Steve hit the nail on the head: "If you can just keep exercising every day—"

Abby whimpered and rolled herself into a ball under the covers.

Don't listen to Captain America's chanting.

He smiled and sighed, and patted her across the quilt.That position happened to be the head, and the sun fell from his palm again, burning through the quilt and burning his cheeks red.

At first, Abby was still under the blanket, but then she couldn't hold it anymore, so she quickly got out and gasped for breath.

She secretly glanced at Steve from the corner of her eye: he seemed to be afraid that she would not be able to stretch her hands and feet, so he moved a little to the side.The position was extremely dangerous, close to the edge of the bed; it seemed as if it would fall if it moved.

Abby doesn't think so.

Her heart was pounding, and her blood was hot.Suddenly he spun around and held out his arms bravely to Steve.

Through the pillow, she hugged him, a gesture so strong that it was hard to refuse.The girl's body is small, and the man's is tall, so she can easily press him into his arms.

Fits the body and nests perfectly.As if made for each other.

Steve is now cuddling like a bird, stiff all over.

Abby was stiffer than him, and there was a "creak" and "creak" sound when her arms twisted a little, which was scarier than a coffin board.

She stammered and announced: "Just, just sleep like this!"

Seeing that Steve didn't answer, she added in a low voice: "...this way it won't fall."

Otherwise, if you drop me, you can fall overnight.

Steve: "..."

To be honest, he also fantasized about hugging Abby, but it was definitely not the current situation and the current posture.He secretly looked down at the two extra lumps on his chest, and then raised his eyes to look at the full chest muscles in front of him, feeling complicated.

Fortunately, there is a pillow between them.

Abby muttered, "I'll take it as your acquiescence," and then said, "I'm going to sleep," and then firmly held her in her arms.

It can be said that he is a very domineering president!

But in fact, I don't feel good.Although it was a special situation that couldn't be more special, she had never had such intimate contact with anyone.Her bones are weak now, and her heart beats a hundred times faster.

He was dizzy, but his nerves were still tense, as if he had been kissed several times by a dementor.

Two people are neither close nor close, neither far nor far.It's not to the point of hearing each other's breath, because there is still a pillow in the middle; but if you move a little, your limbs will touch each other.The quilt was completely twisted, making a scalp-numbing rustling sound.

When Abby was nervous, she wanted to roll herself up. She subconsciously bent her knees, and as a result, she touched the skin on the side of the girl's legs.Smooth and delicate, like boiled hot spring eggs.

For some reason, being rubbed so unconsciously, her body was completely uncontrollable, "crackling", there was a burst of electricity from the tailbone to the Tianling Gai, and she keenly felt the subtle changes in the crotch.

The behemoth that frightened her to cry in the bathroom bounced a bit energetically, slowly waking up like a wild beast in spring.

She let out a howl, and jumped like a cat whose tail was pulled, panicked to the extreme:

"What, what's going on!"

Steve: "..."

The legs that belonged to the girl suddenly tensed and trembled, and he slowly curled himself up, covering his hot face in collapse.

Good job!Anyone can, please give him a shot!

The author has something to say:

What a naughty little goblin.

The next chapter will continue to send out sugar (do I have a time when I don’t sprinkle sugar)

Merry Christmas Dakar, please accept this sweet (poisonous) dog food!

(I went to liver homework...)