[Zhongyingmei] Small vase

Regarding "that kind of thing", whether you ask a steel tycoon who has been hanging around for a long time, or an American soldier who used to only think about state affairs in his head, their answer is only one and the same.That is--

Men are self-taught.

Just as Steve learned to use the natural advantages of his body to tease people without a teacher, he can also coax people without a teacher, carefully retract his sharp teeth, and bring the rabbit back to his wolf den.Until the moment the rabbit was put on the bed, he was still dazed and didn't know how it happened.

When the relationship reaches a certain stage, it really needs "progress" to be called development.But it is necessary to transition from the first stage to the second stage, and simple kisses and hugs are not enough to satisfy people.

Steve's bed is very big, surprisingly big, rolling back and forth or laying down two people is not a problem, as if you bought it and waited for the day.The bed was extremely soft, so soft that one could almost sink into it.But Abby laying on it was more like an emphasis.Her skin is very fair, and the color of the bed sheets is so dark that it is boring, but this boring can bring out interest at the moment.

She was a piece of cheese that "accidentally" dropped in a secluded forest, and he felt his heart burn when he saw it: he couldn't wait to taste what it tasted like.

Abby has been at a loss, who knows what to do.She curled up at first, as if trying to protect her shellfish with all her strength; but she didn't know that this way of protection was pitifully fragile.What hunters need most is patience, and the little shell's little defense is coaxed and coaxed off, revealing its docile and squishy inside.

She was so obedient, but she still refused to let go of the hand covering her eyes.Due to the limited vision, the other senses are more obvious.She could clearly feel his every movement, so her whole body was hot, and her breath was tremblingly held in her throat, almost crying out a little more.

She didn't know what kind of treatment she would get when she cried at this time, she was just innocent and full of grievances: usually at this time, when her tears fell off Steve would feel distressed; but now she kept yelling "excessive" and "don't" He didn't listen, and even moved harder.

This look is so pitiful and cute that it makes people bow their heads and kiss her.It's just that the kiss is not the kiss, it's all turned into gnawing, Abby only feels that she has become a piece of marshmallow with filling, and he has bitten through a layer, and the soft, sticky and wet strawberry juice flows out.

He licked the "strawberry juice" clean, and she shivered with shame.His lips trembled violently, and he blocked them forcefully.Tears changed the gate and flowed straight from the corners of the red eyes.He didn't care, and said in a low voice, "Don't hold back, I like you to cry."

He wasn't like this before—

Abby finally realized that crying was useless after holding back, and it would only fuel the arrogance of the vicious person.Her crying tone gradually became weaker and weaker than that of a kitten.He easily picked her up from the bed sheet, her cheeks were redder than fever, and she was dripping with sweat.

This feeling was pain at first, a sharp pain, and then I gradually didn't know how to describe it, I just felt that there was no way to get out.Crying, acting like a baby, and begging softly, it can only be counterproductive; finally realizes that I still have to rely on myself, struggles to escape while others are relieved, but is quickly caught and lifted, kneeling and taken from him Pressing his back against the wall, his posture made it impossible to avoid.

"Shh... a kiss, okay?"

He coaxed her in a low voice, and kissed her earlobes and cheeks densely.Her voice was hoarse from crying, and she finally brought him back to his senses.But it was only the size of a sesame seed. After the soft kiss, the waves became the most violent, and immediately wet the entire shell.

"You know, I'm used to being a soldier, and I don't like...to sleep on a bed that's too soft."

"Before you came, the bed was always hard."

Without panting, he easily wiped a drop of sweat off his chin with his fingers, and smiled.

"But now, I think...soft would be nice."

She was his little princess and the pea, born to sleep on velvet.No matter how delicate the texture is, it can't be worth touching and hooking, and finally reaching the inner part of a person.

"Oooh, too much—"

She was in a daze, so tired that she could only bite her finger and choke.The accusation was contained in his throat, and he spoke intermittently.

The other hand stretched out, trying to grab nothing, but in the end, he could only grab the bed sheet under the surging impact, so hard that the knuckles turned white; he was covered by his hand again, tightly encased, and forced to cross his fingers .

The lion tore open this large piece of strawberry marshmallow, and it was as soft and sweet as it looked; he was so fascinated that he couldn't let go, licking and licking, biting and biting cherishedly, until it cried out the strawberry flavored filling .

Marshmallow thought it had contributed all it had, but the lion only gritted its teeth and said that this was far from a big meal with its belly open.

……

For the rest of the day, Abby didn't feel like going to the ground at all.

When I woke up in the morning, my mind and body were separated, my brain was still functioning, but my limbs were completely numb.It was only after a slight movement that I felt numbness and tingling pain, and my consciousness returned to its original position in an instant, which was tortured to the point of death.

Abby threw her head on the quilt, crying in her heart:

"Merlin—"

Really miserable, really too miserable.

Her eyes are still swollen, of course it's not just the eyes...

No no stop!stop!

She was afraid, she had already thoroughly experienced the skills of the model American soldier and the pioneer of the Avenger.This feeling is more terrifying than darkness, the difference is that you have no way to escape, nothing to hide, you are completely weak, you can only accept and be dominated.

Abby shivered and wrapped her little quilt tightly.

The body is clean, and even the sheets are fragrant and dry.Abby felt shy when she saw the sheets now, so she quickly looked away and stared at the door at a loss.

Within two seconds, Steve appeared in her sight.

Abby got in without lifting the quilt immediately. She is now a drooping, wet aquatic plant, with "spiritlessness" all over her body.Now she has a very sublime and subtle detachment of "I have been to hell and heaven, and no one can do anything to me".

stare--

The overwhelmed person turned into Steve instead.He met her blue eyes that seemed to still be full of water vapor, and almost knocked over the cup in his hand.

But the super soldier's physical fitness is there, even if he multi-tasks, he can't knock it down.So the hot tea in the cup swayed, leaving only a circle of thin invisible ripples.

Abby watched him walk over cautiously. He was tall and big, but his eyes were light and his ears were red...

The ears are not only red, but drooping.He has become that docile and calm golden retriever again.

Incredible!

Steve faced his little girlfriend's gaze and panicked.He tried his best to look like he had everything under control, so he coughed and lowered his voice:

"Come to have breakfast?"

Abby looked at the tray and saw that it was really rich.

In addition to her usual favorites, there are actually fish and chips!

fish and chips……

She felt sad because she just said yesterday that she loves it and wants to eat it, but now she feels that she has been cheated, and she is very, very uncomfortable, and almost wants to cry out with a "wow"!

Seeing her flattened mouth, tears welling up in her eye sockets, Steve hated her pitiful appearance the most, quickly put the tray aside, hugged her and coaxed her softly, how gentle and gentle she was, How considerate and considerate.

Abby tugged at his collar, and couldn't hold back the tears this time.

He is different from last night!

They are all lies, why is this person a bigger liar than Fred ah wow——

She felt sad for a while, and wiped all the teardrops on his neck without hesitation.

Steve reached out for hot tea, put his mouth against it to test the temperature, and then passed it to her.Feeling a heavy hand, the British girl looked down at the hot tea, and immediately stopped talking.

First, let's have some tea first...

She drank slowly, and after drinking a glass, she couldn't remember why she cried.With funny little swollen eyes, staring at the puppy pattern on the cup in a daze, the last bit of anger disappeared.

She knew he liked her, he liked her so badly.With Steve, you never have to be afraid of being insecure.When it rains that day, he is not the one to hold your umbrella for you, he can be your sun by himself.

And liking this thing is like the sun shining, and you can't hide your mind.Whenever he looked at her, his eyes were so sparkly, you could easily feel how happy he was to have you around!

Abby likes him too.She cherished his happiness, and she could hardly imagine anyone who would be willing to let him show a sad and painful expression, then this person must be the biggest villain in the world.

Abby doesn't want to be that badass.

She held the cup in a daze.And Steve didn't even dare to take the cup out of her hand, he stepped out of the room carefully, and came back with a warm towel in his hand.

He wiped her face with a towel.Wipe the red eyes from crying, wipe your nose and mouth.The technique is skillful and gentle, and it is not a random stroke, as if it has been practiced many times in the heart.

Abby felt like a paper boat that gradually absorbed water, became heavier and heavier, and finally couldn't move, and was quietly moored in a small harbor suitable for rest.

She pushed the cup to the side of the bed, stabbed her head into his chest, and stopped moving.

Suddenly want to act like a baby, for no reason.Like a puppy is to a big dog.

Steve was kind and hugged her tightly; at the same time, he paid attention to pulling up the quilt, so that she was completely enclosed in it and could not get a little wind.

What he has now is his whole world.He couldn't describe his mood, but he was very gentle anyway. He wanted to just look at the sky and the white clouds without saying a word, but his heart seemed to be boiling with lava. Let go of this inexplicable excitement.

Abby put her head against his chin, her fingers twirling and turning the buttons.When I circled No.18, I finally couldn't help calling out in a low voice:

"Steve."

"Ok?"

There was a rare slack in his nasal voice.

She arched her upper body upwards with difficulty, and pressed against his ear to discuss:

"Just, next time, can you...don't..."

She felt that his behavior last night was really... bad.

Steve hesitated for a moment, then shook his head slowly after a while.

"I'm afraid I can't."

Abby almost burst into tears again: why?

He was extremely honest, and also approached with a little shyness, but said without any shame:

"If it's a special case, I like..."

Unfortunately, the latter words were swallowed by the warm wind.He also spoke in a low voice, almost breathless.

Special circumstances, I like you to cry.

Abby: "..."

This sentence seems familiar... You said the same thing last night!

She blushed, and sent out a head hammer with a "bang", which made her tears flow.Steve hugged and coaxed her dumbfoundedly, rubbing her head while reaching for the breakfast on the bedside table.