[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Steve stayed at Abby's all morning.

Two people are sitting by the bed, not sitting in a row, but the kind where one is held in the arms of the other.Steve seemed to be suffering from skin hunger suddenly. He stretched out his arms from behind and wrapped around Abby's waist; he buried his head on the back of her neck, his back was slightly arched, and the bridge of his nose rubbed against her. A small patch of fair skin.

Milk texture, sweet, soft.Steve felt like he was melting into the little depression.

Abby was wrapped between his knees, with his warm body behind him.She didn't dare to move, like a poor little girl who was thrown down by a big golden retriever.

But I was so happy that my whole chest was about to explode, and the sound of my heartbeat was so loud that it was frighteningly loud.Fortunately, Abby is now in the posture of hugging behind her back, so Steve will not be frightened by her heartbeat like a drum.

But he didn't move for a long time, and Abby started thinking wildly again.

Are you... asleep?

Steve wasn't asleep, but he wasn't far off.The occasional sun in winter is very warm, not at all.Like a taut bow, Steve slowly loosens himself into a lazy straight line.

Abby was entangled by his long arms and legs, a little breathless.He tilted his head slightly, wanting to take a breath, but was forcibly pulled back by his movements: the tip of his nose, which was originally cold, had already been covered with warmth, and he rubbed upwards from that white and greasy neck, trying to rub her whole body. The hormones kept the smell for a long time; the chin lowered again and rested on the top of her head.

The lion woke up again, but still held on to its territory.

This posture makes people unable to move at all!The golden particles flew in through the window, and Abby watched them drifting around stiffly, but her heart was very flexible, and she also followed the drifting around, unable to touch the ground.

"—Did you go out just now to find me?"

He suddenly lowered his head and opened his mouth, breathing on the top of her head.It seems that because he hasn't spoken for a while, his voice has become mellow and low.More like a lover's chatter.

Abby was tortured until her waist and eyes were crisp.While blushing, she wailed secretly: This old account has not been overturned yet!

She twitched her neck: "No, no."

Steve seemed to chuckle again, and tapped his chin on the top of her head:

"lie."

Abby's whole body is like a leaky ball, limp.She lowered her head and poked his arm around her with her hand, again and again.

After a while, the voice turned into sugar: "You always say that I lied... I will never lie to you again, I just came to find you."

Steve seduced calmly: "What do you want to say to me?"

He said this in a slack voice, like a lion grinding its teeth.

Abby learned to be smart this time. She jumped up and hit his chin with the top of her head, and said in a limp voice:

"I just said that."

In fact, it was much more than that, but she was too shy right now... If she were to use this posture and this distance to say the lines that she had rehearsed countless times, she would blow up.

Can't fool her.Because of the failed "I like you", Steve still felt a little regretful, and was thinking of changing his routine when he heard her sigh softly again.

She put her fingers on his arm: "Actually, I don't think I'm good enough for you. I'm not confident that you are so good. "

Rarely does she reveal her heart so bluntly.Because I am no longer afraid, I always feel that Steve can tolerate everything, and no matter how dull a hibernating animal can run freely in his world.

Steve laughed: "Why do you think so?"

Almost without thinking, he began to list her advantages: "If I was superficial, I would fall in love with you at first sight. You have such a good face and figure; if I was deep, I would fall in love with you for a long time. You are kind and sincere, and you Love life more than anyone I've ever met."

He suddenly poured out basket after basket of love words, and Abby felt that she was about to be praised to the sky!She rolled and climbed along the ladder, blushing and wanted to cover his mouth:

"no, do not want--"

Say no more!

She didn't even know she had so many advantages!

Before he finished speaking, he grabbed the hand that was stretched upwards, and printed a feathery kiss on the open palm.

Soft and light, fleeting.

Abby let out a "woo" and quickly withdrew her hand, clenching it into a tight little fist.

In a short time, this fist dare not let go!

Steve, who seemed to have turned on some strange switch, still hugged her like a plush toy.He slowly thought and pulled out the words:

"...the truth is, none of us are perfect."

Abby was frustrated: "But you are perfect."

Her almost straightforward stubbornness made his heart instantly turn into ice cream, and he could hear the continuous ticking in his ears.He retracted his arms, allowing himself to stick closer to her:

"Could it be that you always thought I was a superhero when I was born?"

Abby answered childishly: "Then you must also be a superhero backup."

Steve shook his head: "I can't even touch the edge of a superhero. The ideal used to be out of reach."

"When I was drafted into the army, I was only five feet four inches tall and a tuberculosis ghost who weighed less than ninety pounds. I couldn't even pass the most basic physical examination because my physical fitness was not up to standard."

Accompanied by his peaceful voice, an American past under the flannelette was revealed.He recounted what he had experienced, including participating in experiments and injecting super soldier serum——

And the matter of the Red Skull and Hydra was mentioned by him.It doesn't mean that this memory is unimportant. In fact, the game with evil forces occupies most of his time.But he instinctively separates the past from the present, as if they were supposed to be distinct.

He looked down, Abby looked up.He looked at her curious round eyes, innocent and clear.That's it, he thought, and that's fine.The sun doesn't have to hear the night, let alone get dirty.

"...Later, I met you."

He ends on a fairy-tale note.

Abby still opened her mouth, but said something irrelevant:

"It turns out that Steve is in his 90s—"

Her eyes were different again, covered with a layer of awe for the old man.

Steve: "..."

His heart was blocked, and he purposely said in a low voice in a disheartened tone, "So if you say you don't deserve it, maybe I'm the more qualified one."

Sure enough, Abby turned around in a hurry and held his face: "No, no! I like the old man too!"

Another liking was tricked.The old man still lowered his eyes, and his blue pupils were hidden in the thick and long eyelashes.

Abby was even more anxious and incoherent: "No, no! I won't mention the old man again. How can an old man have muscles like yours..."

She inadvertently spoke the truth, and was so embarrassed that her scalp tingled for a while, she quickly changed the subject:

"In short, I, I will cherish Steve very much, very much! Because I like you the most!"

She simply closed her eyes and shouted out her confession loudly.

cute.Steve only felt this way when he met a furry animal, and it was so tingly.Her words, her voice, and even her trembling eyelashes are beyond cute.He simply didn't know what to do with her.

"That's really... trouble you."

The old man is already covered in pink bubbles.He covered the beating darling, and kissed Abby tremblingly on the top of her hair.

……

"Fred, you know what? I've got a date."

"He is a very good person, very good! He looks good, has a nice voice, and has a gentle personality..."

"I like him, and he likes me. There must be no luckier person in the world than me."

Abby babbled, talking to the cauldron.She's been in this state ever since she sent Steve away.

After all, the movements of the hands were not idle, and they kept pouring various medicines into the crucible, and finally added the last bit of hellebore powder, and then mixed and stirred.

The potion made is still purple, but lighter than the previous one.

She picked up the cauldron, like a baby, and shook it and murmured to herself; tiptoeing, twirling lightly around the room, anyone who didn't know would think she was insane.

The process of making the medicine is very pleasant and relaxing, as is the process of drinking the medicine.Without even realizing it, the tube of potion had already been drunk.

She wiped her mouth.

One second, two seconds—

Nothing happened.

Well... Abby lowered her head and touched her stomach, she should have known it wouldn't work.After all, it's just a bit of dust left over from the hellebore, it's incomparable to a complete flower——

She turned around inadvertently, and sat down on the ground with a "dong".

At some point, a head slowly floated up from the floor behind it, ginger red, and the little freckles on the bridge of the nose bouncing and bouncing...

"F, Fred?"

She stuttered.

a head!Only one head!It really terrified her!

Looking carefully, it seems that there is still half an arm, but it is not a complete body! !

Fred turned his head from side to side in a daze, and howled as if he was still not sober:

"Merlin's underpants I was just working on my super invincible Thunderbolt explosion invention. Some bastard whose head was smashed by the golden snitch called me here!"

He was out of breath and looked down.

Another scream that could almost burst through the roof:

"Ah! My waist and my arms and my legs! Where have you been?"

"What squid boy! What eight-eyed troll dares to do such a thing to a dignified Weasley—"

As a result, I saw a small huddled group beside the bed.Familiar blond hair, familiar coward, I just met yesterday.

Abby looked up timidly.

Fred banged on the wall with his remaining half arm (though it didn't help at all), and the red hair on his head stood on end!

"—Abigail Scamander!!"

Accompanied by his low growl of death predictions, Abby screamed and got up from the floor and rushed out of the room.There was a red head dangling behind, one head at a time, circling wildly in the living room.

Abby runs and cries!

Fred!big liar!protect me!Liar!

Whoa whoa whoa whoa——