New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

You raised your eyes a little to look at Harry standing beside you, desperately wanting to see some other expression on his usually expressionless face—whatever it is, you just want to get him a definite Response - You are now like a traveler with no direction in the ice and snow, but what you are stepping on is not the snow, but the frozen lake.

You stepped on it carefully and tremblingly, but you never dared to move a step easily.

Because no one reaches out to you anymore.

To be precise, no one has ever reached out to you, or let you grab his sleeve, and walk slowly back and forth until you actually land, away from this fragile ice, lest you I fell into the bone-chilling lake and never had a chance to come up again.

Everyone in this world, except you, seems to have their own plot, and will always go in the original direction.

He who lost everything lost everything again, and he who gained everything gained all again.

You are the only uncertain factor in this world.

And as far as you know, the necessary condition for returning to the original world is that you cannot let anyone here know that you do not belong here.

But this person in front of you, who is almost a complete stranger to you, said something so decisively that you would panic and be at a loss.

You are still firmly immersed in the incident of being caught peeking at the diary in the manor just now, and you can't spare any extra energy to deal with it.

And until this time, you haven't thought about the real answer in your heart.

You don't actually care how much the soon-to-be-villain corporate employee in front of you knows.You think it's just another error of the system - the few mistakes it has made in front of you are fatal every time, don't you?

The only thing you care about is Harry Osborn, who is now in this laboratory like you, and has more say than any of the rest of you.

When you face him, there will always be a rather strange feeling in your heart.

You hope he doesn't find anything, but on the contrary, the faint idea of ​​"breaking the pot" that is buried deep in your heart always pops up like a vine at an inopportune time , leaving you defenseless.

But he didn't say anything, he just let the others deal with Max and took you away.

You sneaked a few glances at him, but he no longer pretended not to know like before, but could meet your eyes every time, and slam into your eyes .

...and make you embarrassed to look at him.

And after you stopped focusing all your eyes on him, when you couldn't see him, in the same way, his beautiful blue eyes showed an emotion mixed with forbearance and sadness for no reason.

What did he find.

But as soon as the screen turns, the scene changes immediately.

The car Harry was driving was gone, you and Harry were walking in tandem, and the snow was falling hard, falling on the black hat he was wearing.

You look around and it doesn't look like New York, it's a place that's been blurred like quicksand in your mind.

Can dreamers find themselves dreaming?

You first looked down at your khaki snow boots that were stepping on the thick snow.The traces left by walking in the snow are very obvious. The snow has the same effect as the mud after the rain, and will clearly print the pedestrian's footsteps until there is new snowflakes or other people's footsteps. They cover up.

With his hands in his pockets and his back to you, Harry walked slowly, in a leisurely manner that didn't seem like he was going somewhere urgently, but just a walk.

But he is not far away from you, you just need to speed up and take a few steps, or wait for him to finally stop and wait for you.

The footprints he left are so obvious in the snow, "you" suddenly became playful.

You can't explain why - it's clear that your mind is still at the stage of feeling strange about the current scene, but your body is stirring your heart.

You are like a child who suddenly found a favorite toy, and took a few steps forward, but the speed did not increase. Your steps just stepped on the place he just passed by.

The mark you left is smaller than his, but it is equivalent to being completely covered by his footprints.In this way, it looks like a person walked through the snow.

Usually, no one would deliberately observe the footprints in the snow.

You suddenly thought of something, you suddenly accelerated your speed, trotted forward, and hugged Harry's waist without any hesitation.The action is so fast that you don't even know why.

And your next thought is that he is really thin.I don't know why, no matter how much he eats, he won't gain weight, and he always looks so tall and thin.

Where did the food that was eaten with you end up in his body?In other words, is it not broken down into fat and calories at all?

You can't help but think.

At this time, you feel strange again, just when you want to take your hand back, you find that it is not possible - for some reason, the body does not listen to the control of the soul.

The moment Harry was hugged from behind by you, he stopped and didn't go any further.

Although in fact he didn't walk very fast - you just had an argument because he didn't want you to wear short skirts in such cold weather, and you justly said that beautiful women are not afraid of the cold, He laughed angrily.

But you obediently listened to him and gave up the decision to wear a skirt.The price is that you don't want to talk to him on this day, and you even deliberately slow down your steps a lot, just letting him leave you behind.

All the feelings in the world are not always pleasant, nor are they as clear as a small stream.Every human soul has specific sharp parts.

you understood.

This is not just a simple dream, but more like a repeat of what happened before, and you naturally have no way to control yourself to make a different decision.

All of this has already happened-this is a world that clearly follows the game concept everywhere, but strangely has no save file loading, and requires you to make real choices.

And you, after being half-coaxed and half-baited by Harry to start this extraordinary love relationship, gradually, you also began to really let go of your defenses, and began to act like a baby to him almost unreasonably.

It's not easy to show your unreserved, childlike side to another person.First of all, you have to trust each other enough.

The snow field was vast and white, and there were few people, making it very quiet.

If they got closer, they might be able to hear each other's heartbeats.

You didn't hear the heartbeat, maybe it was covered by the cold wind blowing in front of you.But instead, a low chuckle escaped from his throat.

"Are you laughing at me?" You were a little shy, it was clear that the cold wind was blowing, but the heat on your face was as intense as being scorched by a flame, and you trembled even with the end of your voice.

You snorted pretending to be calm, and were about to withdraw your hand, but at this moment, his hand suddenly pressed yours, preventing you from wanting to withdraw your hand.

Stretch it out and want to take it back?That is impossible.

"Aren't you angry?" He turned around suddenly, his tone was so relaxed, and he met your eyes directly, making you totally unprepared.

From your point of view, Harry, who is in boarding school at this time, looks more immature, but overall it seems that nothing has changed—you are always in those blue eyes.

The door of the cage that uses his heart as a cage has already been locked, and you live in it, never having a way to get out.

He won't give you that chance.

He is much taller than you, but he forgot to wear a scarf when he went out, which exposed his slender neck like this, you were embarrassed to look at him, and your eyes only went to his Adam's apple.And as long as he speaks, there will be a little bit of vibration and change there.

...I really want to touch it.You think wildly.

But the expression on your face has long betrayed your inner thoughts, and he soon noticed that your face was flushed, as if thinking of something bad.

He stared at you with great interest, you could only pretend to be calm but said dryly: "What are you looking at me for?"

He smiled again, "You know it in your heart."

you:!

"You're thinking something bad again." Harry said, his eyes were emitting a kind of emotion that he had never felt before, and the haze caused by the little episode when he just went out had been completely dispelled. He's looking at you now and smiling happily, as if a little excited that you're interested in his body.

You have to admit, sometimes you really don't know what is going on in the hearts of boys in general.

Then he suddenly hugged you, very hard, and at the same time blocked all your previous vision, all you could see was the black sweater he was wearing.

Just where you can't see, from Harry's perspective, you can see several people standing not far away, and it's not clear whether those people's eyes are looking at him or at you.

But Harry tended to have both.After all, he secretly destroyed many love letters for you.

There's a blond-haired girl who looks familiar to him, one of your roommates—the most ostentatious one, Carol.He doesn't know much about the others. Anyway, there should be a few people you know.

But he doesn't intend for you to see them so simply now—at least after doing something, it will be a little better to see them again.

Therefore, his eyes only glanced lightly at the place where those few people were standing together, and then retracted without any suspense.

Hugging is your favorite gesture, even more passionate than kissing.

Harry knew this well.

Because you once said that the reason why you like to hug is because it looks warm.

There are not too many other reasons and functions, just rubbing together like two kittens.

You like this feeling very much.

Being in Harry's arms, you put all the things you thought about before into the back of your mind, and you don't have any other distracting thoughts at all, but just feel the smell and temperature that make you feel at ease.

One of his hands that was originally on your waist moved up slightly, and finally touched your head.

After a few more seconds, you let go temporarily, and he holds yours with both hands, leading you forward, in his direction.

Halfway through, you really want to turn around to see if there are other people around, but you are perfectly stopped by him.

It's not really a restraint - if you look at his sincere expression.

It's because you can't refuse.

"Look, those two—!" One of your red-haired roommates pointed to where you and Harry were not far away.

"They were just walking together," Carrollton amused. "Well, a little hug. It's no big deal."

"Carol, the two of them are too much! It's broad daylight—are there not many people here?" The red-haired girl was indignant, maybe it was because she hadn't found a soul mate for so long that she felt a little anxious.

When she saw the next picture, she finally couldn't help but say fuck.

You and Harry stopped suddenly after walking for two or three steps. In short, he didn't move back any further—you didn't react yet, you just continued to walk forward for a few steps, and bumped into each other's body belatedly. chest.

"Oh—I'm sorry." You frowned.

But he didn't say anything, just continued to look at you with a smile.

You don't quite understand why, but your eyes meet his honestly.

"You should smile more." You thought of something, and the same smile appeared on your face, "Did anyone tell you? You look good when you smile."

In case he doesn't believe it, you even overreact and add, "Looks a lot better than usual—really, I kid you not."

You feel that his smile is very warm, and you like this feeling.

"I've been told now," he said, and at the same time he reached out and gathered your scarf for you, flicking off the little snowflakes that fell on it.

He found another excellent reason for himself and got closer to you.

Perhaps for him, the joy of life is to keep getting close to you until you can't retreat and share everything you have with him willingly.

Although there are no fireworks or lights around, Harry's blue eyes add a little light for no reason, as if they will look into your heart immediately.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you suppressed that wonderful feeling and turned your eyes away, so as not to be bewitched again.

Or it may be that he didn't impose some other methods of seduction on you at all, but you were willing to approach him willingly.

The only thing you're sure of is...you can't hold his eyes for too long.

You've heard Carol talk about a relationship theory with reason before - if you look into the eyes of the person you're attracted to when you're alone, you both look at each other for no more than 15 seconds If the other party kisses you, it means that he likes you too.

At that time, you still thought that what she said was all nonsense.

Now he turned his back on the water, thinking that what Carol said was simply good words.

It seems that you can't talk too much at any time, so as not to slap your face.

Don't say it's 15 seconds now, you think you can't last for five seconds, no, it's three seconds.

When you look at his face, you can't help but think of some weird things, and then the corners of your mouth rise crazily.

After arranging your scarf, he saw that you turned your eyes away and refused to look at him. He reached out and squeezed your face to draw your attention back.

Why not just brush your hair or some other option?That's because he just wants to taste the soft touch of your skin.

Isn't the face the skin?

"...Why?" You said dryly, and mercilessly stretched out your hand and knocked him off.But no matter how calm you seem on the surface, the place he touched will inevitably burn.

And you find out, you don't hate that so much.

You even selfishly think he's okay, just a little more intimate.

But you wouldn't say that.

Girls are generally not proactive.

Harry looked at your reaction with a slightly subtle expression.He first moved a little closer, until he could see more clearly the drop of your eyelashes and the shadow on your lower eyelid, then he smiled, "What are you thinking about?"

Unmovable in his nature, he poked your cheek.

Before the next gust of wind comes, he whispers a word in your ear, "babe?"

You blushed even more.

Obviously, strictly speaking, there is no one around you, and you can't hear what he said to you, so you can call it that in a fair manner.But he just loves talking to you in his ear.

what is this called?whisper.

You couldn't help but glared at him, but you realized that you weren't actually angry.

What's even more outrageous is that he is still thinking about the word he said in his heart.

He rarely said such words to you.But who would have known that it would kill him to say such a thing?

His tone is so special, you can clearly identify his voice from a bunch of people - a little nasal and crying, very sexy and easy to think about.

Harry looked like a piece of unmelting ice on the outside, but was actually sealed with flames.

You bit your lip, "Where did you learn that?"

Harry didn't answer your question, and laughed even harder upon hearing this.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." You said duplicity.But the gaze didn't really leave him for a moment.

"Are you cold?" Seeing that he didn't answer you, you changed the subject as if you were easy to talk to.

You still care about his bare neck.

In all sense, you don't want it to freeze.

"Soon I won't be cold," he said.

"Who said that?"

"Would you lend me your scarf, darling?" He said with complete confidence.

When you hear him say this, you obviously resign yourself to your fate and start taking off your scarf.

If you're playing chess or some other strategy game against him...you're just going to lose.

Unlike Sherlock's type where you know that you will end up losing from the very beginning, Harry is guiding you, seducing you with a soft tone, and following his ideas step by step.

So you are equivalent to actively losing.

He suddenly held your hand to untie the scarf, "No need—this will do." He pretended to hang half of the scarf you took off around his neck, and wrapped it around twice.

This becomes you sharing a scarf.

You can share many things with each other, but you yourself have become each other's property, and you can no longer share them with others.

Of course, lovers cannot share with others other than each other.

"How can you keep warm like this?" You asked depressedly, looking at him at the same time.

In the first second, Harry tugs on the scarf lightly, forcing you to take a step towards him.

In the second second, not only the footsteps in the snow coincided, but also the lips of the two of you.

In fact, it doesn't take 15 seconds. In the second second, you will lose.

You have no idea that this is the real reason he wants your scarf, and you are so oblique.

At the same time, you heard a girl exclaiming not far away.

It seems that it is still the voice of someone you are familiar with.

Depend on? !

It turned out that he had already found out, but he just didn't want to say it.

He kissed you a few times, and even managed to look at the few people not far away when he raised his eyes, showing off his triumphant eyes--very well, not only your roommates, but also your roommates Someone you've made up your mind about.

Really good.

He just wants everyone to know about your relationship with him.

You are his past, present and future.

It's just that he hasn't said it all the time, he loves you so much.

These pictures are like playing back a movie, and one frame has nothing to do with the next frame.

And the last second I saw you in the snow, the next second I returned to the room in the Osborne Manor, which is his bedroom.

The only difference is that it's late at night again and the room is dark when you walk in.In such a quiet situation, even if you try to slow down your movements, you still can't stop the sharp sound of the door when it opens.

But this time, Harry was sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to you, only turning his head when he heard the door open.

It seems that the picture you dreamed this time has been separated by a period of time from the previous one.The face of Harry you saw this time is not particularly different from the one you saw at Osborne Enterprises during your internship.

The relaxed feeling when he was facing you from the front is gone, on the contrary, there is a little tiredness in his brows and eyes.

Of course you know why.

The moment you closed the door, Harry didn't show any sign of wanting to turn on the wall lamp either.So the whole room was pitch black.

...He probably just doesn't want you to see how bad he is at the moment.

Every part of his body, every inch of his skin communicated to him that he was running out of time.

So he chooses not to let you see his tired face clearly.

You stood there and hesitated for a while, and finally stepped forward to sit next to him, wanting to touch him, but you gave up when you stretched your hand in the air.

You find that there are too many wounds on his body, so fragile that it seems that it will shatter if you touch it casually.

Could it be that when you were sick in front of him in the past, he also wanted to touch you like this but then withdrew his hand?

You suddenly opened your eyes and saw the ceiling.

You suddenly woke up from the dream with cold sweat all over your head.The sunshine coming in clearly from the window indicates that today is also a good day, but you have completely lost the idea of ​​savoring a good morning.

No, there is nothing good in front of you now.

The moment your brain starts to work, the contents of the dreams you have wandered through are poured into it like a tide, without giving you any time to breathe.

Judging from your experience, those pictures must have existed in real life.You have never felt that anything you have ever experienced before will be more difficult to decide than this one in front of you.

After all, no one else was dying every second like Harry.

Death is indeed only a moment, but it brings suffering no less than any other thing.

Your conscience tells you that you can't just leave him and walk away again.But your task does not allow you to give up this opportunity to recover everything that is about to come at your fingertips.

After the incident in the laboratory last time, Harry didn't make any comments on Max's words, and he still looked very indifferent, but he didn't ask you to go for an internship after that—in other words, you The internship period has ended early.

From a systematic point of view, the end of the internship has not caused any definite loss or impact on you, because your tasks related to him have been completed.In fact, you don't need to worry about other things at all, you just need to wait obediently, and the day when the system fulfills its promise will be ok.

But you always feel that things are not that simple.

Although Harry still tells you that you can find him on the communication software when you are free, or call him, make an appointment to meet up or something, but you don't think this is his style at all in your heart.

Isn't Harry Osborn the kind of person who, once he has identified a person or a thing, will hold on tightly and never let go?

Easy peace is problematic.

But you have not yet imagined what will happen to make you dumbfounded.

What the hell are you gonna do?

Thinking of this, you got up from the bed and glanced at the closed door of the bedroom.

Thank goodness - Sherlock finally didn't open the door rashly and rush in to be your humanoid alarm clock.

If he had come in today, you could well imagine what he would say.

"I think your brain cells are not working too hard. You should wipe the tears from your face."

When you dillydally packed up and came out of the room, you discovered that a big Christmas tree had been placed in the living room at some point.

There are also many colored lights and various decorations hanging on it.

...It was not Sherlock who did it at first sight.

And under the Christmas tree, there are several stacked gift boxes, all of which are beautifully packaged without exception.

...not quite Sherlock's style either.

It's also when you see this that you realize that time flies so fast and it's already Christmas.

That means, it's almost a new year.

It is clear that this is a festival worth celebrating and festive, but there is a rare kind of sadness floating in your heart.

Maybe you're leaving tomorrow.

But you couldn't help feeling surprised that you didn't find Sherlock when you walked around the apartment.

Where else could he go other than here?

But you are not in the mood to look for him now, you just thought about it, and finally sat down on the sofa and started to be in a daze.

Just then, your cell phone rang a text message.

[If I were you, I would open the present. SH】

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