[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

The scene was so exciting that Abby killed several deer in her heart.

Steve is in a reclining position on top of her, with one leg pressed against the bed and the other resting on the floor.One leg touched her knee through the quilt, and Abby shrank her entire lower body upwards, forming a hedgehog.

He looked at her with a condescending posture, and even his usually gentle eyes became heavy after looking down, like a golden retriever dog that was usually spoiled, and its trembling mane suddenly turned into a lion.

Abby curled up her fingers, wanting to tuck them into the comforter, but he held them down, with a little force.She struggled a bit, struggled again, and remained motionless.

His hands were very hot, and so was his breathing. It was like a small spark scalding her face all of a sudden.

Abby vaguely felt that the bedroom might be too damp, and Steve's breath was blowing on her, carrying a little dampness.The air suddenly became heavier, and the concoction he drank rushed into his throat in an instant, making it sticky.

She had already said "no", why, why didn't he go down?

Abby's mind was full of random thoughts, and she couldn't bear this kind of hidden and dangerous oppression, but she tried to break free but couldn't, and the hairs all over her body were about to explode; at this moment, Steve finally moved.

Go down, go down, go down—

She heard a slight rustle, and then felt the mattress sink again.

Abby's eyes turned black: He actually put both legs up!

The position was even more embarrassing than before—his knees were spread apart, and her body was confined to the little space he had framed.His hands were loosened, but before Abby could catch her breath, his two palms, one left and one right, pressed vertically on her pillow cover.

She looked up now, and the first thing she saw was not his jaw, but... his chest...

If Abby was a female hooligan with no integrity, she would definitely not be able to resist tearing off his clothes and savoring those muscles that were so plump that they were about to explode.

The problem is that Abby wasn't, so it was she who exploded!She felt like a hostage target, now covered in bullet holes!

"you--"

Her hands had been freed, so she couldn't wait to hold his chest and push him out; Steve ignored the innocuous resistance and sank instead.

Sinking, sinking again, the distance becomes closer.And Abby's arm also followed, and then bent, and finally folded almost parallel to the body, not daring to exert any strength at all.

Steve lowered his head and smiled: "Why don't you push?"

Damn...! !

Abby screamed in her heart, this is not the Steve she knew!Steve must be possessed by a dementor!

This dementor looks like he's going to kiss her face hundreds of times!Even gnawed off her face!

The blue in Steve's eyes deepened, as if blue paint had been mixed with black paint.The black paint mixed into it eroded half of the pupils, turning them into a faint mist.Emotions that were easy to recognize were no longer clearly visible.

Abby looked at him stupidly, and the thought in her mind was: "Down with the dementors!"

Then...then she bounced her upper body slightly and bumped Steve's forehead with her forehead!

Steve: "..."

Just didn't know what to do with her.The deep fog was instantly cleared away, and he showed a slightly funny expression.

The smell of winnowed oats and fluffy hay—Steve's sunny smell came back to him.

He stretched out his hand by her ear and rubbed her slightly red forehead; just when Abby thought she was finally going to let her go this time, Steve's face suddenly magnified in front of her eyes, and she closed her eyes tightly. Eye--

There was a coolness on his forehead.He sank down and put his forehead against hers.Pause for two seconds.

They separated after two seconds, but the distance was so close that it was unavoidable.The tip of his nose rubbed against her side cheek, and said in a soft and messy voice:

"It doesn't seem to be burning."

Abby: "..."

The fever subsided, but the heart exploded, and all the fawns were killed.

She frantically shook her eyelashes in embarrassment, how could she dare to look at him; Steve rubbed her neck lightly, leaving a red mark.

"Here, there is a thread." He opened his mouth and came.

As for the thread, even if there is a bullet, she doesn't care about it!She just wants to know now: when will this person who is pressing on her get off the bed——

One centimeter further, his chest would squeeze hers!If this is really the case, she will perform a bloody suicide on the spot!

There was a sudden void above the head, and the heat subsided.Steve rolled out of bed.

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. Just say yes, fried canary is not acceptable."

Now he is gentle and amiable, as if he is really a good hand in taking care of the sick; the breath that made Abby's heart tremble and the joints were tense also retracted, his mane retracted, and the lion turned into a golden retriever again.

Abby seemed to be dreaming, she was lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, her mouth moved:

"……Meat."

Steve asked her patiently, "What meat?"

"Chicken, chicken breast..."

Full, bouncy, and chewy to the bite——

"No no no no... hiss—"

Abby woke up suddenly and almost bit her tongue off.

She rubbed the tip of her tongue with her teeth, as if the skin was a little broken.

Steve took a step forward, as if he was going to check on her situation, Abby quickly lifted the quilt with a "hula", arched inward, and wrapped herself into an airtight cocoon.

"...I don't want to eat. I don't want anything."

Her voice leaked from the cocoon, and it was rare to have a little temper.

"..."

Steve didn't say anything, but footsteps could be heard after a while.Abby held her breath, hid in the bed for 30 seconds, and secretly used two fingers to dig out a hole.

She peeped out through the small hole: there was no one in the room.

Is Steve gone?

While she was faintly disappointed, she breathed a sigh of relief: if he was still here, breathing the air in the same place as her, she would definitely suffocate herself to death.

She lifted the quilt, and slowly bumped and bumped against the quilt with her disheveled head, her legs were still buried in the quilt and planed!

How could she have thought of hitting Steve with her forehead just now?

Okay, lose, lose face, nah...

Abby was crying and whimpering in her heart, feeling that her brain was burning out.

……

Abby pulled on her slippers and moved to the kitchen.

Just two steps away, he was stunned: Steve hadn't left yet, and he was unbuttoning his apron from the back of his hands, looking like he had just finished cooking.

Abby took a step back and almost missed the slipper.Is it too late to go back to the bedroom now?

When Steve looked up, the two met each other's eyes.

Oh...too late.

Steve motioned for her to come over: "Come and eat. Eat as much as you want."

It's already late at night, and this meal can be regarded as supper.But Abby went through several riots in a row today, and didn't eat well at all, so she was hungry when she smelled it.

She touched the table in three steps.I saw a plate of light lemon chicken breast on the table, sprinkled with a little bit of beautifully colored black pepper.

"..."

Abby almost cried "wow"!I feel that today's dream cannot escape the chicken breast.

No matter how much you cry, you must finish eating, after all, it is Steve's wish.Thinking of this, Abby felt sorry again: her tone just now was so fierce.

As soon as she moved her mouth, Steve knew what she wanted to say, and waved her to press her on the seat:

"Don't say those words, eat quickly."

Abby held up her fork and chewed on the chicken breast.Steve's craftsmanship is unquestionable, she eats so intently that even the lemon slices are happily biting into her mouth.

Chew slowly and feel the refreshing sour taste.

"If you want to drink water, pour some yourself. The cup is washed and it's on your right."

Steve didn't turn his head to wash the dishes, and Abby swished and fiddled for a while, then hurriedly followed him, like a little tail stuck to the back of his ass.

"I'll wash this." Abby probed her head, looking very positive.

Steve put a finger against her head and let her reach for the plate in vain: "Patients do not have the right to apply for washing dishes."

Abby shrugged her nose and reached into her pocket: "Even if I'm a patient, I'm still a wizard patient." She took out her wand and tapped it on the plate, "Clean it up."

With a "swish", the plate suddenly became brand new and bright as if it had been painted.

Abby puffed out her chest and made a "look, I'm good" expression.She shouted luckily in her heart: Fortunately, she didn't lose the chain, she actually said this spell correctly once!

Merlin bless.She has lost enough face today.

Steve saw the power of a wizard up close for the first time. He held the plate in a daze for a second, and turned his eyes to the small wooden stick in her hand, a little curious.

But Abby's proud little head was already waiting for him, and he touched it very smoothly: "Well done."

His eyes slid down from her beautiful face, and when he saw what she was holding in her other hand, he stopped suddenly.

Jaw raised: "Where did you get it, that one?"

Abby shook the milk in her hand and said innocently, "It's the refrigerator."

Don't be a wizard and don't need a refrigerator, she can use her mobile phone very well now, and other electrical appliances are no problem!

Steve puts the plate back in the cupboard; with an arm outstretched, she snatches her milk:

"Confiscated."

Abby opened her eyes very wide: "Why?"

Steve looked at her with a "you know something" expression: "Because you have a cold, you need to drink something hot."

As soon as he held the milk in his hand, it felt cold; if he drank it, his throat would be cured.

Abby reaches out to grab it, and Steve lifts it up; she tiptoes, and Steve lifts higher.

Abby scratched his collar: "Give it to me! I'll show you, I'm a wizard, a wizard!"

She reiterated that Steve stared at her for a moment, then passed the milk into her hand without saying a word.

She immediately let go of his collar, and she moved a little away from him.Steve breathed a sigh of relief, today was really a big challenge to his restraint.If the intimate contact continued, he might not be able to control his limbs.

Abby held the milk in her left hand, and with her right hand pressed a small wooden stick to the bottom of the milk box: "The fire is raging."

One second, two seconds, three seconds, there was no spark at all.

Steve: "..."

Abby laughed.She bit the bullet and read it again, and this time small clusters of sparks shot out from the tip of the stick.

Although the flame is small, it is just right to heat a carton of milk.

Steve originally thought of helping her soak in hot water for a while before drinking, but now it's easy.

Immediately afterwards, I saw Abby laughing at him, the corners of her mouth curled into a smile; then she took off the milk cover, and licked the remaining milk on the cover without warning.

A small piece of tongue stuck out was red and wet.

Steve closed his eyes.

He sighed in his heart: some things must be put on the agenda.Cooking for this girl so many times, it's not too much to ask for a name, right?