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Swirling for a while, Rosemary fought back the feeling of wanting to vomit, stumbling and trying to stand still.It wasn't until she leaned on the wall to stand firm that she realized that, perhaps because she was only holding the glass and bottle with one hand, she accidentally splashed the wine in the glass onto Snape's sleeve during Apparation.

Even though Snape was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, even if it was splashed with wine, it would not be obvious, but he still scowled and showed an expression of displeasure.

Normally, Rosemary would have stepped forward to apologize sensibly, but now she not only doesn't care abnormally, but instead looks around freely with the wine bottle, not caring at all.

Rosemary knew from Lily that Snape's potions made him a fortune, so when she saw this room she had never seen before, which was obviously Snape's room, she was a little surprised. The room is shabby and uncomfortable.

Compared to the decently decorated living room, Snape's room was empty, without any decoration at all, a single bed against the wall covered with dark sheets, empty walls, a chest of drawers against the corner, It looked like it was used to store clothes and there was a book case next to the bed, that was all the decor in the room.The small room has no windows and no heating. It is hard to imagine that such a small space can look so empty, cold and unpopular.

After looking around quickly for a week, she couldn't find a seat to sit, but she didn't want to wrong herself.Since there wasn't even a chair in the room, Rosemary shrugged and sat down on Snape's bed.

What the hell is she doing?

Snape immediately didn't know what to do with Rosemary. No one had ever entered his room, and he was still sitting on his bed majestically. Word: "Go back to your own home, what are you doing here?"

Even with the lights on, Rosemary still felt a little dazed, did she drink too much?She tried her best to squint at the person who asked the question, um... what was Snape asking?Ask her what to do here?Yeah?

She tilted her head and thought for a while, and then replied with a very serious expression: "Because you ran, so I ran after you."

Snape was speechless for a moment, he looked at Rosemary with flushed cheeks and misty eyes, only then realized that the girl was drunk, he sighed silently, walked towards her, and wanted to take the drink from her hand bottle.

In terms of reaction speed, even a drunk Rosemary could beat Snape. She laughed, shrank back, and sat in the middle of the bed, leaving Snape in the air. "Hee hee, I can't get it."

"Get off my bed." Snape watched Rosemary go too far, and began to grit his teeth.

"No." Rosemary shook the bottle again, poured some more into the glass, and took another sip happily as she raised her head.

Her movements were not as graceful and delicate as usual, and Snape watched her lift her chin, the liquor slid down her fair cheeks, down her neck, and finally onto her neckline, her pink dress The high-waisted dress was also stained with wine.

Snape felt that the agitation that had been tormenting in his heart was about to burst out of his body. He could no longer hide his unspeakable annoyance, frustration or anger, and he walked towards Ruth with firm steps. Mary, reach out and pull her up from the bed. "You go home now."

"No." Rosemary looked straight at Snape, as if she wanted to look into his brain, trying to find the answer to the question she had always wanted to know.

She was staring at Snape so intently that she didn't realize that she asked the question: "Why? Why don't you like me?"

Hearing this, Snape involuntarily let go of the hand that was holding her, and was stunned.What is she saying?Does she know what she's talking about?

Rosemary felt that the alcohol did not slow her mind or make her dizzy, but it took away the worries and barriers she had always had.

If he is willing, he is willing, and if he is not willing, he is unwilling. It doesn't matter to Snape how he hides his affection or struggles in his heart. The most important thing is that he should not be unable to indulge in such emotions. Extricate yourself, since the words have been spoken, let's decide the outcome at once!

After Rosemary made up her mind, she piled the wine bottles aside and pulled Snape's collar forcefully.

Snape didn't expect his actions, his center of gravity was unsteady, and half of his body was pressed on Rosemary. He felt her warm and soft body, and subconsciously made himself jump up quickly, but the girl's hand was still tight grabbed him by the collar.

Rosemary moved her face so close that she could almost feel Snape's breath on her face, and she felt the temperature on her face rise a little bit, and the courage she had just mustered seemed to follow suit. After subsiding a little, she shook her head, took a deep breath, and said, "I have liked you for a long time, do you like me?"

Snape froze, even though he knew it, but hearing her confession with his own ears, Snape still felt... felt... shocked, shocked, and at a loss.Rosemary's behavior made him just want to run away, dealing with emotions was his worst thing, Snape didn't know how to respond.

But he knew that the emotions he had been brooding for a while seemed to have finally found an outlet, and the big stone in his chest seemed to have finally been let go. Although he didn't feel happier because of it, he was replaced by more doubts, and it was Rosemary who was suffering. The answer to the hard question──Do you like her?

He realized that he had never thought about this question before.

Rosemary's heart was pounding, faster and faster, and she felt like her heart was going to burst out.After waiting for a while, seeing that Snape didn't answer, he just continued to frown, and the lines on his face deepened.

She bit her lip and tried to get closer to him. Rosemary put her hands around his neck, almost pressed the tip of her nose against his cold nose, and asked him clearly, word by word: "You Do you like me? Would you like to associate with me?"

Are you willing to date?

Rosemary's questions became more and more urgent one after another, so sweet and seductive, he was powerless and unable to answer. He neither had the guts to agree, nor could he refuse. Just when he was in a state of confusion and entangled in every possible way, he felt the girl lips pressed up.

Snape could not imagine that Rosemary would muster up the courage to act.Her lips were soft, warm, and sweet, pressed against his, and because they were so close, he could smell the fragrance of Rosemary's hair and see the reflection of her slender eyelashes on her cheek.

If he was at a loss for the whole night, then at the moment when Rosemary kissed him, he finally felt calm and warm in his heart.

He had an uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch her face or her hair, but found that he couldn't move. When the stimulation was too great, he could only stare blankly, unable to do anything.

Rosemary plucked up her courage, closed her eyes and kissed Snape, because the wizard who was hugged tightly by her didn't respond at all, and her boiling heart cooled down bit by bit.So she ended the kiss, and then hugged him tightly to herself, tears began to flow from her eyes.

Snape froze, sitting upright, motionless like a puppet; the girl wrapped her arms around him tightly, buried her face in the crook of his neck, and wept silently.

He felt the girl's warm tears, and wanted to ask her why she was crying, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't make a sound.

Slowly and hesitantly, Snape reached out and patted Rosemary's back lightly.

At first, she just sobbed and shed tears silently, but feeling Snape's comfort, Rosemary felt more and more aggrieved. She felt that this person was too much. He had a cold and ruthless character, so why did he still treat her nicely?It was all because of his occasional charity that he fell deeper and deeper, unable to extricate himself.Thinking of this, he cried even harder, began to sniff his nose, and spit out an indistinct complaint: "You are really hateful...I don't want to like...I like you...It's too much...How can you "How can you not like me..."

Snape didn't hear exactly what Rosemary was muttering, but he didn't think her behavior was annoying, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with being so dependent on her.

Catalyzed by the alcohol, the girl was crying, pouting and complaining about this and that, leaning on someone's chest, she fell asleep like this.

Someone who was being relied on patted the girl on the back to comfort her, but she fell asleep just like that, and someone fell into an embarrassing situation.

On the one hand, he knew he should wake Rosemary and send her home, out of trouble, but on the other hand, there was a beast inside him that was screaming, "Leave her."

The house in Spider's End Lane was too cold and dark, and it contained many unbearable memories of him. Whenever he stayed here, he would recall all kinds of cold reality, but being kissed by her like this, it seemed that something changed, bit by bit Yes, the warmth he had hoped for finally arrived.

It was Christmas Eve, and the church not far away was ending midnight mass. The clear ringing of bells reached his ears through the cold air, and the girl leaning on his arms was breathing long and soundly, and she seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Nepe stared at his hands, hesitated for a while, and finally put his arms around her, resting his chin on Rosemary's hair socket, and closed his eyes.

The author has something to say: Thank you Zuihai Yuesheng girl for the overlord ticket

Rosemary kisses Snape

I come to kiss you -3-