[Zhongyingmei] Miss Luck

Following Strange's gaze, Winnie lowered her head and noticed that her neckline was not adjusted properly, and the style of the pajamas also exposed the skin on her chest that had been tightly covered by the clothes in the past.Winnie's first reaction was embarrassment, but she heard Stephen's words clearly, froze for a moment, and her eyes finally fell on the place she had deliberately ignored on weekdays.

When Strange saw Winnie, his complexion darkened immediately, and there was still a slight stiffness in his expression.He realized that this sudden little accident tonight had involved another secret that Winnie had always kept.At the moment when Strange's expression also changed, Winnie quickly pulled up the collar of the open-necked pajamas without saying a word, covering half of the exposed scar.

The skin exposed outside the neckline of the nightgown was fair and delicate. If Strange hadn't seen the very obvious scar just now, he might think that all the skin on her body was as warm and white as the small piece of skin that was exposed.But this kind of comparison made the scar that I glanced at it so impressive.

The moon was clear and the wind was cool at night in the suburbs. Strange and Winnie stood in a long corridor with a strong sense of history.Compared to Strange, who was still wearing daytime attire, Winnie, who was only wearing a thin nightgown, looked a bit weak, and the rosy cheeks that had just come out of the bathroom were fading from the heat.She did not put on a tough and haughty look, with shrunken shoulders, but a posture of self-protection that had been formed over the years.

The night wind blew away Strange's original anxiety, leaving him with a touch of helplessness. He could feel that Winnie had returned to her previous sensitive and silent appearance on this matter.

But compared to the sudden intense emotions before, Winnie's posture, which was just silent, didn't look aggressive at all.

But it also prevented others from approaching her.

This is Winnie's best way of escaping, but this time Strange doesn't intend to let her have a chance to escape.

He approached Winnie, and when she couldn't help but take a step back towards the door frame, he put a hand on the back of her head and blocked him between himself and the door frame connected to the wall.

The fragrance of the shower gel was mixed with her own scent, and the slight sweetness penetrated into Strange's nostrils. He moved his nose and sniffed, and squeezed Winnie's chin with his other hand, forcing her to be with his own. Look at each other.

"Winnie, can't you tell me? I want to know the reason."

Winnie heard Strange recite her name in a low voice like a sigh, the voice was obviously very soft, but it weighed down like a heavy stone.

Winnie couldn't help but want to shrink back, but half of her body was pressed against the door frame, Strange put his hand behind her head, her head couldn't feel the door frame's touch, but she was so Withdrawing back, the shoulder blades and spine can be clearly felt.

Compared with the icy touch on her back, the palm of her pillow is so generous and warm.

Winnie didn't resist the other party's actions, but her heart jumped suddenly following Strange's voice, and Winnie felt that if she didn't use her body movements to vent out the emotions in her chest, she would die suddenly .But she only moved a little bit, and then froze in the space that Strange supported with one hand.

She is so greedy for the gentleness of Stephen holding her head, and the way the other party said her name with a sigh. Compared with the powerful magic under the name of his supreme mage, these are the real magic in Winnie's heart place.

The heart under the flesh with the ugly scars was still beating strongly and steadily.

The two fingers pinching her chin were slowly caressing this movement, and this kind of scrutiny with every step made Winnie twist her body uncomfortably.In this inch-step space surrounded by the opponent's hands, Winnie felt that she touched Stephen's arm with a slight movement.

The charm and temptation that Winnie had ignored because of his words all came back at this moment.The most obvious heat is no longer the palm of her hand resting on the back of her head, but the hand holding her chin.

Winnie stared blankly.

Because she suddenly realized that there was only a layer of silk nightgown between her and Stephen, and she was not wearing underwear just after taking a shower.

It's so embarrassing.

But Strange didn't intend to let her go.

Seeing that Winnie stood still and didn't answer his question, Strange's eyes moved down from her face, as if the actual heat also moved down inch by inch, and finally stopped at the edge of the collar of her pajamas. .

"Stephen—"

Winnie opened her mouth. Stephen's performance tonight made her a little at a loss. To put it another way, she was a little timid.Winnie, who couldn't say anything for a while, had to call out the other party's name.

The hand pinching her chin was released, but the edge of the pajamas was lifted and pulled down, so that the covered scar was completely exposed.

Startled, Winnie clasped the hand that was on her breast.

Strange's actions did not carry any sensuality, his goal had already been achieved.Therefore, when Winnie grabbed his hand nervously, he also stopped his hand and did not stop Winnie's actions.

"Stephen—"

Winnie's voice was a little fluttering this time, and she was obviously frightened.When she saw that Stephen's gaze was on the scar on her chest, she tightened her grip on Strange's wrist, and her wide-eyed eyes were filled with fear and sparkle, as if because of this Something frightened and cried.Although Strange knew that this was just the reflection of the overhead light in her eyes, his whole heart couldn't be softer for it.

Love is really a strange thing that cannot be put into words, a little detail can hold the whole heart tightly.And if it's not enough to be someone else, it must be her.

Strange grinned, and with Winnie holding his hand in both hands, stretched out his index finger and lightly tapped the scar that was finally exposed to the light without any cover.

It was as big as a baby's palm, and the surface of the scar that had not been properly treated was not even very smooth, with sinuous and raised scars, and judging from the color of the scar, it was probably an old wound from a long time ago.

And beside it, there is a thin chain that goes into the collar.

Strange recognized that this was not the one he gave Winnie, but the necklace that she had been hanging in her collar all the time, even though there was a crack, and she didn't take it off.

Winnie took off the necklace he gave her when she took a shower but didn't take off this one. This realization made Strange feel a little embarrassed, and he didn't know who to be jealous with.

Logically, this scar should not feel any pain anymore, but Winnie flinched reflexively when Strange's fingertip touched it.

"Can't it be removed with potions?"

Strange said in a low voice, his hand stroked the scar back and forth gently, as if he was belatedly trying to erase the pain that had happened in the past one by one.

Calloused and warm fingertips are enough factors to soothe the next person.

Gradually, the skin under his fingertips stopped trembling slightly.

"OK……"

The prey is anesthetized with a slow-acting anesthetic and is no longer vigilant.

In the middle of the night, the only two people in the manor maintained such an intimate posture in the corridor, and Winnie even began to rejoice that there were no portraits hanging in the corridor.

"Is it difficult to talk about it?"

Winnie was silent for a while, then replied with difficulty: "No."

Strange raised one eyebrow: "Then try to speak slowly."

Winnie raised her head, stared at the man who held her between his arms, and began to feel confused.

The scar had a chance to heal, but Winnie didn't want it to heal, and ended up leaving the scar forever.This was a topic she never mentioned to others, but now Stephen broke her long-standing persistence and made her shake. It was not difficult to talk about it, but it lacked a suitable audience.

Winnie took a deep breath, her expression was suppressed to be calm, but her voice revealed her emotions, and she pulled Strange's hand.

"Debbie, get Stephen a new set of pajamas."

Debbie heard Winnie's call, and the elf blinked her sleepy eyes, and she was full of energy when she saw her master standing in the corridor.

"Oh, Debbie forgot about it, Debbie is so stupid!"

As she said that, Debbie's face was full of panic, for fear that this would usher in the wrath of the master.

Under Strange's gaze, Winnie added the last part of the sentence: "Also, make us two cups of hot black tea."

The steaming black tea was brought into Winnie's bedroom, and the two of them sat opposite each other on two soft chairs with a cup in their hands.Holding the black tea in his hands, Strange didn't seem to have the attitude of forcing Winnie at the beginning, even though Winnie was silent for several minutes, he didn't urge her.

Strange knew in his heart that to let Winnie take the initiative to let go of the past that she was unwilling to face for so many years, it needed to be done step by step.The initial persecution was a last resort, otherwise he would never have had the chance to understand.

Perhaps as time went by, Winnie would confess these things to him, but Strange never felt that such a wound should always be covered.

The white air from the hot tea slowly rises, and the old things resurface.

"You have already met my mother. The necklace on my chest and this scar are related to her."

Once the conversation begins, these memories that have been suppressed into nightmares are no longer so difficult to talk about.

"Just a few decades ago, the wizarding world in Britain was not stable. The Dark Lord wanted to rule the wizarding world with the slogan of safeguarding the interests of pure blood. He had countless crazy followers, and they were all loyal subordinates of the Dark Lord. He was even on the verge of success at one point, only to be defeated by a baby who was destined to defeat him in the prophecy, and he disappeared for ten years... and then came back again."

Even now, recalling this past, Winnie still feels that this is the darkest memory in her life, but it is entangled with the time she missed at Hogwarts, and she will never be able to completely distinguish it.

"And Stuart is also a pure-blood family, and also supports the pure-blood argument, but my grandfather stopped following him after discovering the cruel nature of the Dark Lord."

In the beginning, Voldemort needed to win the support of these pure-blood families. The family headed by Malfoy Black was naturally his goal, and the Stuart family was inevitable.However, the indifferent attitude of Patriarch Stuart made Voldemort remember something in his heart after gaining power.Just when he was planning to marry one of his pure-blood male wizards to Violet, who had just graduated from Hogwarts at that time, so as to win over this family with a thin blood but a deep heritage, it suddenly came out that Violet The news of Stuart's disappearance.

The Dark Lord was very annoyed, thinking that this was a provocation from this ignorant family to him who was in full swing.

And Winnie's grandfather had no choice but to open the protective barrier of the manor, and stayed in the manor until the Dark Lord lost power, and then opened the protective barrier.Later, Violet, who lost her husband, returned to England with Winnie, who had to go back to school.None of them thought that the Dark Lord would come back and send Death Eaters to kill them all in the final counterattack.

"They killed my grandfather, used his portkey to enter the manor, and killed my grandmother in one fell swoop. My mother died at the hands of those people to protect me. This necklace was once an alchemy product, which can resist the Unforgivable Curse , She gave this to me, and before she could push me away, she died in front of me."

Grandmother and mother died tragically under Cruciatus one after another. Debbie couldn't resist so many Death Eaters were injured. No one knew that Winnie watched her mother Violet until she died. How terrified and desperate.

Those Death Eaters wanted to do the same thing again, torturing her to death with Cruciatus, but they were resisted by the blood-stained magic defense necklace. The emerald gemstone couldn't resist so many Unforgivable Curses, and finally cracked a big gap The crack was scrapped, and the last Cruciatus missed Winnie's chest because of the resistance of the necklace.

Like thousands of needles piercing her brain fiercely, Winnie gritted her teeth and managed to escape from her home.

All her relatives are dead, and her family cannot go back.

Nothing is more hopeless than that night.

The black tea in the teacup in Winnie's hand was completely cold, Strange took the teacup out of Winnie's hand, the man with both hands full of the teacup bent down, and pressed his warm lips against the teacup. her forehead.

Winnie froze for a moment, raised her head, and the other party's lips fell from her forehead to her lips.

"Thank you for being willing to tell me."

After listening to Winnie's long narration, Strange said this in a low voice.

Apart from the situation Winnie imagined in his reply, there was no emotion or comfort for her about this matter. Apart from being at a loss, Winnie also felt a little lost.

But she slightly bent the corners of her lips, and in the posture of Strange talking against her lips, she took the initiative to lean forward and kissed him gently, asking for a gentle comfort from him with a warm touch.

He just had to sit there and listen to her without saying a word, and Winnie felt her gloom lessen a little.

Strange deepened the kiss.

After the kiss was over, Winnie said with crystal water on her lips, "Thank you, Stephen. It's late, go to bed early."

"Well, good night, Winnie."

Strange straightened up, noticed that Winnie was looking at the teacup in his hands, and smiled lightly.

"You don't need to call Debbie, I'll take it down by the way."

Strange went downstairs with two teacups in his hand, and as he walked down, the originally dark first floor slowly lit up with a faint light.

After Strange put the teacup in the kitchen, he walked back to the living room and said to the old Patriarch who appeared on the portrait with his eyes closed at some time, and said, "Mr. Stuart, I want to ask you something."

The old Patriarch opened his eyes lightly: "...um."

The old man looked Strange up and down, and said, "I never thought that Winnie could be the head of the house, and we never thought of letting her be."

"Young man, Stuart needs the next generation to pass it on, and it must be a wizard."

The old Patriarch's tone was no longer as fierce as it was during the day. Facing Strange at night, he was calm and sharp as a person who had been sitting in the Patriarch's position for a long time.

"So you actually chose Winnie's mother, right? Only the head of the family will have two portraits."

One is in the showroom and the other is hanging in the living room.

The old Patriarch was silent for a while: "Yes, you are very smart, Mr. Strange."

The old man has always treated Winnie with the standard of a qualified Stuart, not with the standard of a patriarch who can make the family strong.Because he knew from the beginning that Winnie, who had a soft personality, couldn't do it.

"And do you know that Winnie really misses you?"

The old Patriarch was stunned for a few seconds, but replied: "...I know."

He once silently watched the child wandering around the manor with a desolate expression, watched her look at their portraits countless times, and watched her finally unable to bear the pain of being alone and leave this sad place.

As a patriarch, he knew that this child was too cowardly and difficult to take on heavy responsibilities; but as an elder, he felt that it was fine for Winnie to be like this.

Every head of Stuart will hang one of their portraits in the living room, so that they can see the children from afar come back as soon as possible.

The author has something to say: the next chapter heals the hand, and then heals Winnie's heartache.I think I'm super sweet!