Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

She was in his arms now, so fragile and petite that he didn't need much force to hold her tight.

He raised his hand and put his bony fingers on the side of her face, not giving her a chance to back down.

Sliding his fingers slightly, he felt the pulsation of her blood vessels.

her heartbeat.

A person's language can lie, but the body cannot.

A normal adult's heart rate fluctuates from 1 to 60 beats per minute.

121 times.

her heart rate.

The leaves of the horse chestnut tree struggled, trembled, made a hoarse sound, wept, and groaned.

The silkworm chrysalis broke through the white cocoon, and after a long period of darkness, it finally transformed. The sense organs that had been suppressed for too long recovered, and it was somewhat unbearable.

Sherlock tugged at her icy fingers along her black fabric, interlocking them.

Constantly deepening, my heart has already clamored turbulently, kissing is far from enough.

He wanted more, wanted her to be all his.

The soft lips are like blooming cherry blossoms, and the rich and fragrant breath lures him. He is like a dry well, constantly absorbing her.

She was the only oasis in his vast desert.

Nose to nose, lips to lips.

They are so close that there is no gap between them.

The time was long and silent, and the sound of the wind crossed the farthest horizon, flying softly towards the buckeyes.

The warm sunlight was bright and soft, reflecting on Ai Miye's body, her fair skin was slightly transparent.

Her face is like a holy angel, like a dream bubble, which will disappear at any time.

The long hair like a waterfall is soft and smooth, and her curled eyelashes are like the wings of a butterfly, flapping her wings and flying.

Neither of them spoke.

She could lie to him, but she couldn't lie to herself.

The sound of a heartbeat is the best proof.

Her pupils dilated, her heart rate quickened, and she was moved by his kiss.

Fragments of memories were scattered, drifting through her world one by one, quickly seeping into her body.

This is not the first kiss.

She remembers.

She remembers him.

The memories were still scattered, and she couldn't see all the memories.

Her heart is covered with layers of snow like snow on a snow mountain, but it has already started to melt and disappear. She doesn't even know when this situation started.

Since he appeared by her side, since he saved her, since he found her from afar, since he was full of her eyes, or since he said, 'As long as you still have the ability to move, I will know you where' begins.

He silently blended into her life, changed her, made her get used to his presence, and gave her a way out when she was captured by criminals.

Because she didn't think about it, she didn't know. It turned out that she already had expectations.

Just like that time, along the outer circle of Xavier Manor, escaped from the deserted path, away from the violent large-scale explosion.

He took her through the crowd, across the streets, and hid in a restaurant.

He washed the dirt off her face with clean water, straightened her messy long hair, and put a black windbreaker on her shoulders.

Before his pursuer broke into the bathroom, she took the initiative to put her arms around his neck and kiss him, like kissing her eternal lover.

This was his first time kissing, but the consulting detective's learning ability has always been excellent, and it only took a very short time for him to turn to the client.

She didn't know that she had already entered his territory, she approached him recklessly, leaving behind her breath.

Like later, she was bitten by a black mamba, a snake venom that could kill her within an hour.

There was no serum on board, and she had nothing to do but wait for death to rescue her.

She didn't want to give up, but her body wasn't so optimistic.

In this dead end, he was the only one left, stubbornly persisting.

His cold, sharp eyes also turned pale.

It's just that there is not enough time to use the black mamba to make anti-venom serum. Even if the snake venom is injected into the body, it will not be able to produce a large amount of antibodies in a short time, not to mention the snake venom has spread rapidly in her body.

Her health has been bad, and it won't take long for such venom to kill her.

Numbly waiting for a miracle to happen.

He was cold all over, never thought that she would really leave him, she was within his territory, and under his protection, she still couldn't avoid the appearance of death.

Things got out of hand.

He wanted to watch her die at the most splendid age.

He wanted to watch as she died trying to save a boy after suffering so many years of being tortured by criminals.

God would not save her.

Death exposes what people hold most dear.

Memories flooded out like crazy, just a few seconds, but like spring and autumn, several seasons have passed.

Ai Miye's lavender eyes were quiet, her hand unconsciously clenched him, as if she was looking at him, but also as if looking through him.

His and her past, the messy and complicated past.

The wind of late autumn brought her vitality.

She escaped from hell, and he said, Ai Mi Ye, stay where you are, I'll come over now.

The withered and yellow leaves fell on the soil, and the rustling sound was bleak and lonely.

After a long captivity, she saw him again, only tears were telling him about the dark and damp desolation.

The paintings of memories are so vivid that they seem to happen in front of our eyes.

She moved her lips and whispered, "I remember you."

I remember you, from the subway you came to me, from Jessica's threat, from the criminals, from the melting ice in early spring to the deserted alley at the end of the street, from the sunrise along the horizon to Hugs in the blue pool, I remember you.

You are the only salvation in my pale life.

It's not me coming to you.

It was you who came to me.

This no-man's forbidden zone finally opened the old locked iron gate for you.

His gray-blue pupils shrank suddenly, his muscles tensed suddenly, and his blood flow accelerated.

The wind is dancing, light and elegant like an elf, the lake is sparkling, quiet and peaceful, the green leaves of the towering trees are swaying, giving birth to the emerald green of nature, and the delicate and charming flower buds reveal their stamens shyly.

She said she remembered him.