[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

So bad, Abigail Scamander is so bad.

Dimly, Abby seemed to hear the voices of those aristocratic teenagers again, with bitter and sarcastic remarks.They smashed her with harsh criticisms and overwhelmed her with superb magic tricks. She just wanted to hide herself in a strict shell, inaudible, invisible, and pretend that she was a hibernating animal.

She is now a hibernating animal again.After greeting Steve and the strange girl, she didn't dare to look up at their expressions; she took two steps back and closed the door.

She leaned against the door panel, as if she had lost her strength.After a while, I felt that my heartbeat had slowly calmed down, and my stiff limbs began to warm up again.

But just as she was about to go back to the bedroom, there was a knock on the door. "Tuk tuk tuk" three times, hitting Abby on the back.Her spinal nerves seemed to have been twitched by someone, and the stimulation in the air made her almost bounce herself off the spot.

She took a breath and asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"

There was two seconds of silence outside the door.Then I heard Steve's voice that couldn't hear the emotion, equally soft: "It's me, Abby."

Abby turned around, put her head on the door, and hesitated for half a minute.

When she woke up in the morning, she obviously wanted to see Steve so much, as if she had taken a euphoria that exceeded the standard; now the effect of the medicine seems to have passed, and a strange tiredness surged from her toes to her limbs, making her just want to shrink back into her shell , no longer can't wait to see Steve.

"Abby."

She heard him calling her again, with a deep voice.Hearing that her heart also untied the rope, and she fell straight down from the mouth of the dry well.

"Boom" sounded.

Abby opened the door anyway, hiding half of her face behind it:

"Y-what's the matter, Steve?"

She saw a slight wrinkle between Steve's brows, like a mountain peak under rubbing brushwork.

"Can you let me in?"

Abby resisted a little in her heart at this time, but it was not her style to shut people out.She twisted the doorknob and opened a wider gap in a dull manner.

Steve straddled his legs and entered her house.Abby closed the door again.

This time it was just the two of them in the room.

Abby follows behind Steve, who turns suddenly and stands against the light.It was morning now, the sun was shining unscrupulously, and it followed him all the way, even the ends of his golden hair were melted in the halo.

Like the children of the sun.

Abby looked up at him blankly: "It's so beautiful."

Her heart, which had just calmed down, jumped up and down again.

Steve asked her, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Abby suddenly regained her senses, and she was embarrassed: "It's pretty good."

not good at all.She tossed and turned in the middle of the night yesterday because of Steve's confession, and when the sun came up, she thought of Fred again, holding the eyeball necklace and crying again.

Fortunately, dreams are sweet.It's just the opposite, and everyone's wishes will not come true just because of a good omen.

Steve's eyes flicked over her puffy eyes and dark circles, and even though she had used a little sparkle to cover them up, it wasn't hard to see that she was in low spirits.

He tried his best to speak softly: "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

He could see it very clearly: when he was talking to Sharon just now, Abby was obviously smiling when she came out, and her eyes were straight in his direction; but when she saw the two of them clearly, the smile disappeared suddenly Even his face turned pale.

Sharon is his colleague, not the closest kind, and he doesn't see him a few times at work.If it was their rare chat that caused her to misunderstand, he thought it was necessary for him to explain.

Abby muttered: "It's nothing..."

The hibernating animal had been lured by the aroma and mustered up the courage to poke its head out; but a sudden kick robbed her of all her courage.The head also retracted quickly, waiting for the opportunity to come back to life after hundreds of years.

The atmosphere suddenly became strange.

Steve took a deep breath: "I think, maybe I need to explain to you that the lady just now—"

"You don't need to explain to me..."

His words were broken in half.Abby said "no," staring down at the furry slippers.

Steve looked at her in astonishment.However, after waiting for a minute, Abby still didn't raise her head, as if she was going to fight him forever.

The already strange atmosphere now became even more tense, like a bowstring that was only a centimeter away from breaking.Steve felt a nerve twitch in his temple, too.

None of them spoke.

After a long time, Steve stared at the little hair of the hibernating animal, his voice was viscous:

"What happened yesterday, I don't know if you have thought about it...I want to hear your thoughts."

She still lowered her head, as if she didn't hear the serious question like a report.

It took a moment to answer: "I haven't thought about it yet."

Steve gulped blood up to his throat, but was forced to swallow it by her light "I didn't think about it", his throat was sweet and fishy.

His soft expression disappeared.When the American symbol is expressionless, the contours of the face appear too cold and deep, and the eyes are cold.

She is resisting him.

Recognizing this fact set him on fire.The fire was kindled in his heart, and it could not find enough fuel, but it exploded in vain.

He clenched his palms, and the bass overflowed his throat:

"The lady you saw just now is my colleague, an excellent agent with full working ability."

Abby said "hmm". The word "excellent" was twisted into a cotton needle and pierced her chest, where blood was bubbling now.

He continued: "She will move at the end of the year, move to our area, maybe live next door to us."

Steve felt like he was split in two.His consciousness is sober now, and he clearly knows that he is angry with this girl, angry at her for not listening to the explanation, angry at her for not telling the truth; but the other half is self-loathing, and his soul throbs because of her nasal response just now .

It was the first time in his life that he had such dangerous thoughts.The devil told him "you can't back down now, you have to pull her out of her shell", and the angel advised him to stop there.In the tug-of-war between pleasure and pain, the devil has the upper hand.

"..."

- They are indeed a perfect match.

If there is such a girl living next door, life must go well.He didn't need to clean up the series of troubles she brought, and he didn't need to cook every now and then, just to fill the stomach of a disabled person.

They also have countless common languages, from work to life, from friendship to marriage...

"It's great, I'm so happy to have such neighbors."

Abby tried her best to smile, and she finally looked up at him, saying happy and congratulations repeatedly.But a piece of my heart was gouged out, and the big hole left was empty, and no matter how I filled it, it couldn't be filled.

Steve's brows twitched angrily, forming a small peak.

He suddenly laughed dumbly: "Did you think about it earlier?"

Abby stared at him blankly.

He made a statement with clear logic: "If you don't need me, as long as you talk to me, I will never stalk. Maybe we will change from intersecting lines with each other to parallel lines, falling in love and talking about marriage On marriage. The girl next to me could be Sharon, could be Elena."

Not Abigail Scamander anyway.

Abby's nasal cavity suddenly became sour, and she opened her mouth blankly.

Steve's pupils were completely submerged in shadows, and his face was covered with ice and snow, making him feel chilled.He has calmed down, his voice is almost cold:

"So, do you want me?"

In a trance, his voice and Fred's voice overlapped for an instant, like a volcanic eruption:

"Speak your mind out loud, otherwise no one will know."

Her whole body was like being soaked in cold water and then a pot of boiling water fell from the sky, scalding her dead heart to live again.The eardrums roared, as if hitting the muzzle of a gun with a fleshy body.

The hibernating animal awoke to the sound of a hammer beating on her flimsy nest outside.

She trembled her lower lip.

Steve takes a step closer and almost hugs her.His fingers ran across the girl's cheeks, stroking the contours of her chin repeatedly.His voice dropped along with his head, becoming weary and gentle again:

"Just say - you want me."

This sound is a resurrection notice, an ultimatum.Abby grabbed hold of the stick like a drowning man and never let go.There was a warm tide in his eyes, like an erupting mountain torrent.

She cried out unbearably, the shell on her back was smashed by the hammer:

"I, I want you—! I like you—"

Finally taking it no longer, Steve pushed her against the wall, his head drooping to catch her parted lips.

This is the first kiss between them.

Abby even forgot to cry, the spirit poured from the top of her head burned her whole body, and her mind was dizzy; the muzzle of the gun was aimed at her heart, and the trigger was finally pulled.

With a "boom", a cloud of chaotic colors exploded.

This kiss is full of weight, as if two tongues are at war.It was Steve's tongue that slid in without warning and took her tongue first.Abby was lifted up by his teeth, and almost screamed; but the loosening gap gave him more space, and the kiss gradually became sticky and wet.

Tears that could not be contained in the eye sockets slid down from the cheeks, especially hot when they flowed to the corners of the mouth.As if scalded by that teardrop, Steve's aggression slowed down suddenly, brushing his lips like a soothing spring breeze.

After a long time, the two separated.Abby's knees suddenly softened, only to realize that her feet had left the ground just now.

Steve held her up, and his head, which had just been raised, was lowered again, rubbing against the crest of her neck.Blonde tangled.

The beast turned back into a golden retriever.

The hammer was thrown aside, and the hibernating animal with its broken shell was finally taken out by a pair of warm hands.

There was heavy, sticky heat around her neck, and Abby rubbed her cheek carefully, feeling hands around her waist, holding her tightly.

She sniffed and hiccupped embarrassingly for a while.

……

The two hugged each other silently, even in the winter, they were sweating from hugging each other.

Abby stopped crying a long time ago, but blushed like a crab.She was afraid that the slight sweat on her body would make Steve unhappy, so she pushed him lightly, but he couldn't move.

I pushed a little harder, but it still didn't move.

She glanced out of the corner of her eye, and suddenly saw that his ears were also red, as red as shrimp.

"..."

Sticking out your tongue when you first kiss, it doesn't seem like this when you're in love.

At this moment, the mighty and strong Captain America seemed to have lost all his bones. He was all over her body, but his arms tightened even more, almost wanting to knead her into a ball.

This posture is really awkward for two big breasts, in order to adjust it more comfortably, the two of them had to toss a lot.

Finally calmed down, the two of them didn't know what to do after the kiss, as if the frenzy of life and death just now had been drained away, leaving only each other's warm body temperature.

—and two big red faces.

Abby stammered: "Hold, hold for a while?"

"……Um."

The sun came in, and the two of them stopped moving again.