Forced to follow the love line by the plot [Zhongyingmei]

The impact of this newly traversed world on Qinghe is really too great.

Just like now, she has no way to look directly at the ○ uniform skirt in front of her.

She tentatively tugged at the pale pink fabric, which gradually became transparent under the pale light.What should be exposed is not exposed, and what should not be exposed is exposed.

She glanced at the hotel room, and it was unexpectedly spacious.Three of them could be accommodated on the big Simmons bed, red rose petals were sprinkled on the white sheets, and handcuffs and small whips were also readily available.

The bathroom doesn't even have a door.

Even though the worlds he traveled to before were either the non-human Asgard or the bombardment of World War II, Qinghe also understood that he was in a love hotel now.

Qinghe imagined that if Loki was here, there would definitely be a sneer in his eyes; if it was Steve, he would cover her eyes with a straight face and pull her away, after all, he is such a pure And an upright person.

but……

For the previous "suiters", apart from those general impressions, there is no other idea at all.

Every time her body and consciousness are separated from a parallel world, the corresponding emotions will be degaussed.

She still has memory, which is the greatest kindness of this world consciousness to her.

The black-haired girl stood in front of the TV wall, with her slender index finger gently resting on the side of her chin, a troubled expression appeared on Lili's face.

She carefully recalled the name of the hotel: It should be the right place... Sullivan Hotel, room 601, isn't that the way it is?

Qinghe wanted to turn on the phone to see if he had made a mistake, but the signal position in the upper left corner of the screen kept circling, maybe because of the thunderstorm today, the phone network was also affected.

It was the last Sunday in August, and she was alone in London.

But, but I walked into a love hotel! !

Qinghe first sat on the sofa doing nothing for a while, then suddenly felt a little hungry, she took out a long strip of strawberry-flavored wafer biscuits from the bag, and tore open the package.

She took a bite of the snack and walked over to the uniform hanging on the wall.

Sure enough, love can change a person.Dude, wearing this kind of clothes... is this the fun of grown-ups?

The entire room was extremely quiet except for the occasional sound of chewing.

Suddenly, a sound of twisting the door lock broke the silence.Only then did Qinghe move away from his eyes glued to the uniform, and turned to look at the door.

She walked over to see who it was.

She put a padlock on the door before, and the other party should not be able to open it.

But don't want things to backfire.Only after Qinghe walked over did he put his hand on the doorknob, but the door opened from the outside.

She didn't have time to back away for a while, but she just bumped into the other's blue-green eyes.

I saw that the other party's slightly narrow eyes were like crystal stones, shining coolly under the warm yellow light.His face was as smooth and proud as a Greek sculpture, and the light slanted towards him, leaving a faint shadow on him.

Because of the height difference, Qinghe had to look up at him—as if the eyes were raised by humans begging the gods to stop.This recognition made her a little uncomfortable, and even the expression on her face began to turn bad.

The girl's innocuous expression was all captured by Sherlock, and his sharp eyes fell on her suspiciously.

He even spent three precious seconds thinking about whether he had gone to the wrong room - Sullivan Hotel, 601, there was indeed no mistake.

But the girl in front of him was unexpected.

Even though he thought so, without saying hello, he directly reached into the gap, untied the hanging chain between the two of them with his backhand, and walked in.

From Qinghe's point of view, he was completely swaggering, as if breaking into someone else's room without authorization was a trivial matter.

"You went to the wrong room." Qinghe folded his arms, staring at him with those bright black eyes without blinking.

The moment Qinghe saw the man in front of him, he understood: this is her "suitor" in this world, consulting detective Sherlock Holmes—don't get me wrong, this is just the result of world consciousness, where countless possibilities intersect and.

She was originally an ordinary person, but an accident completely changed the trajectory of her life.

When her parents sent her to summer camp, the car broke through the guardrail and rolled over the cliff because of improper driving.Twelve ribs were broken, and even the heart was greatly damaged.

When her life was dying, she accepted an organ donated by an unknown person, and gained the magic power to "proliferate infinitely and make everyone fall in love with her".

At first, she just wondered why the longer she looked in the mirror, the stranger her face would become.Similarly, she couldn't understand why the opposite sex around her would pursue her fiercely and chase her as if they were some kind of treasure.

then……

Love her, but want to kill her.

She discovered that the owner of her heart was Tomie Kawakami.The heroine of horror comics with breathtaking beauty.

Eventually, it evolved into what it is now.

The tall man also returned her undisguised inquiry look, his eyes were absolutely cold and arrogant.He took a few steps towards Qinghe, and every time Qinghe took a step back, he took a step forward, approaching sharply.

until--

The back of the black-haired girl had already reached the transparent floor-to-ceiling window, and there was no way to retreat.

With one hand propped on the glass, Sherlock leaned slightly, as if wanting to observe her more carefully through her appearance to know her identity.

He never made a mistake, so the little girl must have gone wrong.

At such a close distance, Qing He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, and she subconsciously wanted to avoid the sharp gaze.But her body prompted her to raise her eyes, taking his look into her eyes recklessly.

Even looking forward to seeing the color of love in his eyes.

The owner of her heart takes great pleasure in enjoying the flattery of others.

Even though the current posture is too close and full of ambiguity, the expression on his face is as indifferent as an ascetic holding a three-pronged staff that symbolizes Lord Shiva.

For some reason, Qinghe suddenly thought of the sexist sect among the ascetics.

His whole body is /silent/not/hanging and still covered with ashes...

Qinghe couldn't hold back for a moment, and chuckled.

After only a few seconds left, Qinghe suppressed her smile and suggested, "You can practice in the future."

Qinghe suddenly felt that this appearance of him in this world was somewhat interesting.

The girl's beautifully shaped lips were slightly curved up, giving the feeling of a smile that was not a smile for no reason.

But if she hadn't already known that Sherlock in front of her was the only person in this world who had some kind of connection with her, presumably Qinghe's posture would not be so relaxed and relaxed.

Sherlock glanced at her, and suddenly felt that the girl's obedient smile unexpectedly scratched her.

"I will not be a messenger of God. I will not bear unnecessary pain."

"But you are very boring and quite incomprehensible."

Sherlock stared at her for a while, then suddenly said, "You went wrong, Miss Chen."

He took out something and waved it in front of Qinghe's eyes, "Besides, you just celebrated your 19th birthday in May this year, and you are here now, so you really had a good time."

He sneered, and Qinghe realized what he was trying to do by approaching just now!

You must know that the ID card is the ugliest photo in her life!

Sherlock looked at the ID card carefully, and the smile on his originally indifferent face suddenly deepened.

Qinghe subconsciously understood that this was a mockery of her photo.

While it takes a lot of her human emotion to travel between worlds, she instinctively reacts strongly to the photo.

Qinghe even jumped up, trying to snatch the ID card back from the tall man.

But no matter how hard she tried, as long as Sherlock's hand changed direction, everything would be in vain.

Sherlock searches for Qinghe's name in the memory palace.

19 years old, female, international student.

Ah, Mrs. Hudson said that three days ago.

Indeed, any conditions are suitable...

"I thought the University of London would have a higher admission threshold." Sherlock's tone couldn't be more flat, but you can taste a genius-like arrogance from his seemingly very normal tone.

Traveling to a new world, the first foothold went to the wrong place, this is the first time for Qinghe.

The girl took out her mobile phone and finally opened the hotel billing page.

No way... Why are two hotels with similar names located next to each other? !

"Then I'll leave quickly, and I won't disturb you for a moment during the Spring Festival." Qing He secretly thought something was wrong.

She slipped under Sherlock's arms very naturally, and walked quickly to the entrance where her suitcase was lying.

But in the next second, just before her hand was about to put on the black lever, a better idea popped up in Qinghe's mind.

Anyway, they are already "suiters"——

Although the Sherlock Holmes in front of her didn't look like someone who would fall in love at all, but because of her magical power...she didn't mind planning ahead, so she got a wave of disgust first.

If any one of the suitors hates her, then she can get rid of the fate of endless shuttle.

What kind of woman would an IQ elite like him hate?

of course--

Qinghe turned back to the route, ran up to Sherlock, clasped his hands together, and said in the most sincere tone in his life: "Take me home, how about it?"

Of course it was a woman who was unreserved and made unreasonable demands on him as soon as she came!

Sherlock watched her coldly from the door all the way back to him.The obvious and peaceful thoughts turn as changeable as a little squirrel jumping around picking pine cones in the woods.

His eyes fell on Qinghe coldly.After that, he looked a little farther away and saw something.

Immediately replied: "Okay."

Before Qinghe could say anything, he pinched his waist and leaned against the French window.It has to be said that his arm strength is really great, when he lifted Qinghe it was as easy as if the girl was just a paper figure.

He leaned closer, and a faint smell of tobacco mixed with a slight scent of soap hit his face with his breath.

"Yes, yes, but—"

"You're not thinking about other men behind my back now, are you?" He let out a deep laugh, and lightly touched Qinghe's ear bones with his pale lips.