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

Even though the surrounding environment is not quiet, the vibration from the mobile phone together with the notification tone of the text message inevitably makes Qinghe's heart tremble.

She reflexively wanted to see what the text message was, but Sherlock's sudden look at her was simply too wrong.

There was inquiry in the man's eyes, and besides that, there was an inexplicable sharpness, as if a hunter had seen his long-cherished prey.

Qinghe didn't quite understand, it was obviously just a short text message, how could the atmosphere between the two suddenly become so condensed and tense.

She felt strange, but hastily took the phone out of her pocket, turned on the screen and glanced at the message notification.

It just shows that there is a new message on the social software. As for who sent it, it doesn't say.

For some reason, maybe it was intuition, Qinghe didn't click on it this time to see who sent it to her.I just turned off the phone screen and put the electronic device back.

So when she looked up, she met Sherlock's eyes.

"Is someone looking for you?" he asked.

At the same time, a vague hypothesis reappeared from his mind bit by bit through the mist.

"No." Qinghe didn't expect him to ask such a question, and just said, "It's just a spam message."

"By the way, then... what are we going to do later?" Qinghe changed the subject, not because of anything else, but because she would care more about this than text messages.

As soon as he said this, Qinghe felt his arm a little itchy, looked down and found that he was actually bitten by a mosquito.

The fair and delicate skin was instantly dyed pink.

She didn't think about it that much, and scratched directly with her hands, trying to make herself more comfortable.

But Sherlock also noticed, and quickly grabbed her hand, "Don't move around."

Qinghe:?

The girl couldn't help but look at him a little more, and was even more puzzled, but she remained obedient and didn't move.

Then she watched as Sherlock fished a small bottle of toilet water from his pocket.The man's movements are so fast that such a simple movement looks like a trick.

Without much hesitation, Sherlock directly dripped the dew into his palm, and then stuck it to her soft and slender arm.

Qinghe's body froze.

The man's hand is a little rough, so there will be a very delicate feeling when touching her skin.The sudden intimate contact made Qinghe a little embarrassed, but compared to her, it was obvious that Sherlock did not show any emotions similar to hers, but looked more calm, as if what he was doing now was just routine.

The skin-to-skin contact did not last long, and by the time Qinghe realized it, he had already let go of her.

"How?" Sherlock asked.

"Huh?" Qinghe's consciousness came back, and the next second she realized that Sherlock was asking how he thought he did just now, and she didn't understand why he would ask such a question for a moment, Qinghe said, "Very good...thank you .”

"It's just that I'll come by myself next time." The girl added.

The place where Sherlock touched it just now really didn't itch, and the uncomfortable feeling completely disappeared as if it had never been there.Because it is painted with toilet water, it is still a little cool.

The smell of toilet water is very strong, even though it was not applied much, but the smell has been scattered to the ceiling.

The cool smell is very refreshing, which makes Qinghe's thoughts clearer.

Sherlock looked at her silently for a while, but didn't say anything, he just gave her the small bottle of mini toilet water.

"Take it and use it."

Immediately, Qinghe felt that the piece of skin that had just been smeared with toilet water became scorching/hot after a short period of cooling, and this was not an illusion, it also felt very... hot to the touch.

But it doesn't seem to be the fault of toilet water...

rather like...

The girl's head, which had been lowered just now, was raised cautiously at this moment. Originally, she just wanted to take a sneak peek at the man beside her, but she didn't expect that he was also looking at her.

In this way, the four eyes met.

When Qinghe thought of something, even the temperature of his cheeks rose.

It wasn't the toilet water's fault, but rather, it seemed that Sherlock's skin became inexplicably scorching/hot because of Sherlock's touch just now.

Qinghe didn't know how he got home. It wasn't until the next morning when he turned on his phone again that he realized that he hadn't replied to a message.

There was no reply from her in the chat box, only the blue cat looked lonely.

The big characters at the designated place couldn't be more concise, and there is not even a single redundant letter left.

Qinghe stared at the news for a long time, then fell heavily on the bed.

If I knew it earlier, I wouldn't mention what to eat. The key is that she doesn't know which place to choose!Everything else is okay, the main thing is that when I think of meeting someone, I don't have the slightest desire to go out.

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Where should I go...

Qinghe had an idea, and quickly typed and sent a new message.

Qinghe took the back seat of the taxi, and the destination had already been planned on the taxi app.It started driving soon, and when it reached the second intersection, the red light began to flash, and the car stopped.

While bored, Qing He happened to look through the car window, only to see the golden light shining on the glass of the building not far away from the sun, which was extremely dazzling.

And there's someone even more dazzling...

Qinghe just stared at the building for a long time, until the car started driving again, Qinghe silently looked away.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but at the moment when she looked away, she actually seemed to see Harry's figure.

Just when Qinghe's heartbeat accelerated because of the thought just now, a new message was sent in.She clicked to open it: [How long is it? 】

She scratched her face, feeling a little embarrassed. She didn't know why there was such a traffic jam today, and it was ten minutes before the agreed time.

[It's coming soon. ] After much deliberation, she had no choice but to reply like this.

Laughing to death, the woman said "soon", the true meaning is actually quite metaphysical, it may be just going out, it may not be out, or it may be half way.

Isn't that right? After Qinghe sent this message, the other party didn't reply for a while.

May be speechless.

Just when Qinghe felt that he might not be able to wait for his answer, the other party said, 【You are more unpunctual than I imagined. 】

【You're angry? 】Qing He asked.

It's really not her fault that she thinks so, after all, she is really wrong this time, and the person on the other side of the network line has always been very serious in speaking, this time it seems even more unapproachable.

But the other party actually replied with a maybe.

Qinghe:?

What do you mean?

【I don't quite understand what you mean, but I will apologize to you. It's really a bit of a traffic jam today, woo. 】

If he got angry, the wooden warehouse would be lost again.

【Maybe means, I may be angry, or I may not be angry, it all depends on you. 】

He seldom typed such a long sentence, which made him even more confused. How could it depend on her whether he was angry or not?

There was no other way, Qinghe sent a puzzled emoji.

Sherlock on the opposite side of the screen rubbed his eyebrows and clicked to send the message.

[In other words, your ordinary little head should understand, whether I will be angry or not depends on how I look when I see you. 】

Of course he wanted to verify one thing.

And this is just the simplest temptation.

The place Qinghe chose to meet was in a coffee shop next to the commercial street, and the shopping mall above the coffee shop also had a lot of delicious food, so it would be no trouble to just ask Jikou and choose one at random.

She got out of the car, because it was her first time here, so she followed the navigation.

As she walked, the navigation stopped. She looked up and found that the coffee shop was just across the road.It's just that because of the recent road construction here, you have to go around to get there.

Qinghe had no objection to this, but when she walked around the zebra crossing, she suddenly saw something extraordinary.

That person seemed a little familiar.

Well……

Qinghe narrowed his eyes, ready to see more clearly.

It may seem nothing to others, but her intuition tells her that it is not that simple.

She crossed the zebra crossing in disbelief, and instead of going in directly, she just stood not far from the coffee shop and glanced at it.

It's just such a glance, it's not easy.

She actually saw Sherlock sitting by the glass, the opposite of him was empty, but there was a cup of coffee, it looked like he was waiting for someone.

On the white round table in front of him was a sealed kraft paper bag, which seemed to be of moderate size and bulging, as if it contained something.

An absurd conclusion flashed through her heart like lightning.

Is this fate?

Could it be that the netizen who said he could give her a small pistol is Sherlock?No, no, no, no?

Qinghe suddenly felt that his plan A had run aground. If Sherlock knew that the netizen chatting with him was her, he would definitely not give her anything!

However, do I have to choose another method...

I feel that the wooden warehouse will be easier to use.

Qinghe felt sorry for no reason, but Sherlock seemed to be very sensitive to other people's eyes, as if he had noticed something, he turned his head and looked out.

... nothing.

In the bustling urban scene in front of him, there was nothing that could stop his gaze.

It was too late to wait for that person, and Sherlock's always calm heart was a little unspeakably anxious.He took a sip of his coffee and couldn't help frowning.

Tsk, it's hard to drink.

It was he who underestimated her taste and actually chose such a shop.

He glanced casually, but was attracted by another figure.For a moment, his fingertips resting on the phone screen stopped moving, and he narrowed his eyes.

It was a slender black-haired girl with her back to him, facing the zebra crossing, as if she would walk across the road in the next second.