[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

"Why is your hair wet?"

When Steve asked, Abby felt so embarrassed.With a mouth that can only "cheep" and short legs and feet, no matter how much Steve gestures, he can't know that Fred is playing tricks.

Speaking of which, the whole thing was Fred's fault!But Steve thought she was doing some dangerous experiments again.The potion that could be exchanged for souls last time was simply impressive.

Abby felt a little wronged.

It's still puffy and soft, but a ring of down around the buttocks has stained dark, as has the patch on the top of the head.The roots are distinct, sticking to each other, looking very listless.

Steve Pin held his palm and carefully placed it on the table.Its buttocks sank, and it sat on the table again.It is full of meat, and even a little bit of wet hair does not affect the sense of swelling. It is like a hamster, and it is a golden pancake.

Steve puts out a finger and pushes it back against its head, and the canary makes a short chirp and rolls staggeringly.

Abby: "..."

It got up to reveal its two delicate little claws, and used its beak to comb the feathers that had just been messed up.While combing, she looked at him with round eyes like black peas, and there seemed to be great doubts in the small eyes:

Why are you pushing me?

Steve touched his nose, found a smaller towel for it, and wiped it slowly.He didn't dare to blow her hair either, for fear that the "rumbling" sound of the hair dryer would frighten her.

He is not a rough-handed person, and he is even more careful when doing this kind of thing.Put it in the palm of your hand and rub it, the strength of your hand is just right, better than that of a full-time masseuse.Abby was rubbed drowsily by him, surrounded by florets, so happy that she couldn't find her way.

After wiping, Abby turned into a small meat ball with shiny fur, but the fluff was blown up, and she looked twice as fat as before!

Seeing that Abby has not woken up, and is still intoxicated bit by bit, Steve held it up with one hand while holding back a smile, and combed her hair with a comb.

Abby woke up now.

When Fred washed it for nothing just now, it lay flat and didn't feel anything.But when Steve combed its fur slowly with a comb, it felt a tingling tingle, and it ran from the part he combed to the Tianling Gai!

Not to mention that he combed with one hand, and he had to use the other hand to touch its belly, which made it tremble.

He scratched its delicate soft fur with his fingertips, and kept asking, "Is this comfortable?"

Abby pouted her ass and tried to hide her round belly under the feathers, out of his sight so he wouldn't know it was shaking.

go, go away!Don't lick me like a cat!

The fat canary's paws and head were curled up in opposite directions, and it expertly rolled itself into a ball, and had an inexplicable temper.

After a while, Steve didn't come to coax it.Its heart was pounding, and it was extremely disturbed; it hesitantly pushed its head out of the fluff to catch his movements.

Steve is doing manual work.

A small paper box without a lid had quietly appeared beside his hand, and he didn't know how to fold it; Abby jumped in and tried it consciously, and even kicked her claws, the size was just right.

It stood in the small cardboard box, stuck its head out and continued to stare at him.Steve is still fiddling with the tissue in his hand, folding it back and forth into a rectangular shape that Abby thinks looks a bit like a quilt.

Sure enough, I heard Steve ask, "Are you sleepy?"

Abby shook her little head.It wasn't sleepy at all, and seeing Steve was always fully charged, it wanted to spend more time with him.

It popped out of the little paper box, and Steve swept the "quilt" into the little paper box and packed it up together.

Abby felt a little curious: Does Steve think that it can sleep in a cardboard box?Birds usually sleep on branches!

But thinking about it with a human brain, I think this posture is very strange... Steve will definitely not let it sleep like this. He even prepared the quilt for it, as if he didn't see its soft fur and small body when he opened his eyes. Like fat.

All right!If it hasn't changed back by then, it can try to sleep like this!

It is Bai Qiqi's small box, plus the "quilt" of the same color, it looks a bit like a coffin board.

……

In the evening, we agreed to have dinner together, but it turned out to be a mess.

One person and one sparrow eat, but the sparrow is still waiting to be fed with its mouth open.

Steve was by himself and didn't pay much attention to his meals; but considering that Abby would change back at any time, he still made dinner very carefully.While he was cooking, Abby was watching, bouncing around.

Steve drives it out of the kitchen for fear of smoking or splashing it.He filled it with some water in a small saucer and told it to "be good, drink some first".

Abby flapped her wings and flew to the saucer, taking a sip from time to time with her small beak.

When it came time to eat, it was a complete disaster.Steve cuts the lamb chops with a knife and fork, divides them into pieces, and feeds them into his mouth; in front of Abby are nearly pureed apple dices and cake crumbs in a small box.

Fortunately, the bird's body does not consume much, and its needs are not great.It only ate a little, and with the water it drank before meals, it felt heavy in its stomach and could no longer fly.

It twisted its buttocks and lay there like a loveless little yellow chicken.

When Steve walked into the kitchen, it jumped up again with a "huh", flapping its wings and chasing after him, trying to help him with some work within its capacity.

For example, like pressing the switch of the dishwasher...

Putting the bowls away in the cupboard, Steve wiped his hands and walked out of the kitchen.Abby sat on top of him.

Abby discovers a new land!Even though Steve's hair is so well-groomed that it looks like it's going to slip under your feet (…), it's actually surprisingly fluffy and soft, and sitting there is like sitting in your own nest.

Abby happily folded her wings, buried her paws in the fur, and turned into a fat ball and stopped moving.

It is golden yellow, and Steve's hair is also light golden, which looks quite harmonious from a distance!

The daily after-dinner entertainment for the elderly is to watch TV.Steve's living habits are quite simple, almost like an old man.

He turned on the TV and tuned the channel.The tune stops for a while at a time, and the canary's call is spiritual and has ups and downs.A droopy, level-toned "chirp" sounded, indicating that it was not interested, and Steve continued to press the remote control; when it was tuned to a good one, it would hop around excitedly on top of his head, shouting "tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet", the sound rapid.

Steve puts the remote down and watches with it.

After watching it for a while, it became sleepy, fell off his head, and was caught by his palm.It shuddered for a moment, and opened its eyes to see him slowly closing it again.

The little paw grabbed him nervously, entangled with one of his fingers, and it took a while before it slowly relaxed.

Unlike the canary next to it, it says sleep is sleep.He was still in a deep sleep, his eyes were tightly closed, and he was not at all wary.

Holding the little one, Steve's heart was so hot that it was about to melt.

He wanted to send it to the box, but just stood up, and suddenly saw it as if someone stepped on it in the dark, or heard some high-decibel noise, and opened his eyes tremblingly.Wings fluttered and he stumbled from his knees all the way to the floor.

Steve was terrified, and quickly reached out to fish it.But he found that its bones began to swell and deform, and then turned into a girl he was familiar with.

She didn't seem to understand the situation yet, she fell sleepily on the floor and hugged his knee.

Really sleepy.Even when he transformed back, he was still in a dream, hugging his calf, nodding his head.

Steve was afraid that she would catch cold while sitting on the floor, so he stretched out his hand to lift her up, carried her back to the bedroom.

She was used to being hugged by him, and her body had already reacted instinctively. A pair of arms limply wrapped around his neck, loosely hooking his neck; the breath spit out at the joint between his neck and collar, smelled like apples.

With amazing strength, he hugged her with one hand, and he also spared one hand to gently caress her back and touch her unobvious spine.

Winter is here, she has gained some flesh, her clothes are also thick, and she has a little weight to hold, which makes him like it even more.

His fingers twirled her back, joint by joint, making her more sleepy.When he was put on the bed, he had already slept soundly.

But the arm was still hooked on him and he refused to let go.Not daring to move, Steve lowered his head and gently kissed her eyelashes and the bridge of her nose.The distance was too close, and the cheek where the hair brushed was a little itchy, Abby wrinkled her nose a little uncomfortable, and let go of her hand naturally.

He led her hand into the quilt.Sitting on the edge of the bed and watching her for a while, I felt that my heart was soaked in hot milk, and it was sweet even after bubbling.

He leaned over and scratched her chin, and she was a little half asleep, half-opening her eyes to look at him.Steve rubbed her forehead and asked in a more sleepy tone:

"Don't you like me the most, Abby?"

Abby hummed and chirped, thinking he was a bird, first chirped nondescriptly, and then puffed his sweet breath on his cheek.

She dragged out a long, cohesive tune like maltose: "I like it——"

Steve stretched out a hand and patted the quilt rhythmically, his voice was soft and deep, as if it could coax people into their hearts:

"I like you too. You see, we like each other...I can cook, do housework, and put you to sleep..."

Abby fell into a cotton candy-like drowsiness, and made a hazy "hmm".

"So, can we live together?"

His voice pierced his eardrums into his heart.Abby was so sleepy that she didn't know what she was talking about, and continued to "hmm".

Steve looked up, pulling a little distance away from her.He stared at the girl's delicate eyebrows for a long while; her breath was like a fluttering feather, flapping against his chest.

For a moment he couldn't hear any sound, as if the area had been evacuated, only the warm summer waves rumbled in his heart.

He looked at her and suddenly smiled.

"...Forget it, I'll ask you tomorrow. Good night."

He brushed away her tangled hair and kissed her forehead.There was no wind or waves, and a sudden silence filled the room.