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

The black-haired girl stared at him for a while, but finally raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't take his words to heart.

Even worse, he took another drink without hesitation.

Sherlock thinks that in Qinghe, it seems that it is not as simple as drinking to make people courageous, look at her current appearance——

The honest man who sat upright at the beginning has gone with the passage of time forever.Instead, he turned into a lazy posture with his chin propped on his hand and his elbow resting on the edge of the table.Because of drinking a few more cups, the girl's eyes inevitably showed some confusion, and even the eyeballs were glistening with water, making her lovely.

Her slender and soft knuckles covered the glass without moving, while the other hand took the wine bottle and filled herself with golden wine again.This time, her fingertips moved slightly, and the glass of wine was moved in front of Sherlock.

This is clearly an invitation.

The girl pursed her lips, and those beautiful eyes just looked at him without blinking.

Sherlock thinks that if she is usually so active, he can reluctantly play this bad girl game with her for a moment.

"Drink." She pursed her lips, and her eyes became brighter, "I've come here, can't someone really come here and not drink the bar?"

This kind of language that floats like velvet on the water makes Sherlock feel annoyed, but if you go deeper, it is not just as simple as "irritated".

This mood is naturally reflected in Sherlock's body movements. He drank the glass of wine first, and his eyes, which were originally calm like gods, stared at Qinghe's side with a little fanaticism. Face, he has been holding back for a long time.

But just when he was about to speak, the girl was unaware of his deep gaze, turned her head and asked again: "Do you drink well?"

Qinghe wasn't particularly drunk, but the alcohol had somewhat paralyzed her mind.If Sherlock doesn't drink well, it's over. Who knows if he will do something shocking when he's drunk and be arrested/detained?

Imagine waking up the next day and seeing the first ray of sunlight coming in through the narrow iron window on the prison wall, she thought it was impossible.

It was obviously a very simple question, but her tone was very serious, as if she was really thinking about how to bring Sherlock back to 221b unscathed.

"Thank goodness as long as you don't get drunk and unconscious." The little irritation disappeared in an instant, and Sherlock almost laughed angrily.When Qinghe heard his words, she naturally tasted a little bit of innocuous contempt contained in it, she clenched her fist and hit him, but it was not hard at all.

Qinghe's perception of herself is very reasonable. Although she has such anti-human superpowers, she obviously cannot beat any adult male.

"You guy..." Sherlock lowered his voice a little, he seemed to want to say something, but when he looked at Shangqing and those eyes that were quite curious for knowledge, the thought retreated again.

"Ok?"

So he changed the subject: "Have you ever heard of the King's Game?"

Qinghe thought about it carefully, and realized that he had played cards, raced horses, and participated in the unspeakable midnight tea parties of those noble ladies, but he had never heard of the game of kings.

She shook her head honestly, "Is it the one that will start later?"

Sherlock denied it bluntly, his thin lips moved slightly, and spit out a short syllable.

"I made a new rule for it—" He was surprisingly patient, "The king's game literally means obeying dominance, so in the game later, if you lose, you have to obey me. On the other hand, if I lose Well, then—”

Qinghe feels that the amount of information is a bit large.She put all her attention on the man, and didn't want to let go of any word he said at the moment.

"Then my whole body, heart, and soul—in short, body and spirit, are at your disposal."

This is……

If she sends it, wouldn't she be able to instruct Sherlock to do many things that she would never dare to think of?Moreover, it feels very refreshing to be able to command a famous London detective at will.

She was a little moved.

But the heartbeat is the heartbeat, Qinghe is not the kind of person who can't find the southeast and northwest after drinking, she raised doubts: "But the game has not started yet, how do you know it is playable?"

"You do whatever you want. You only get this one chance." Sherlock's attitude made her a little confused. "It's not my loss anyway," he added.

"You won't, blackmail me, right?" Qinghe felt that Sherlock had a lot of tricks, and it would be bad if he was tricked.

Sherlock didn't speak, but just when his eyes were fixed on her, Qinghe had the illusion that he had done something wrong.

"Then..." Qinghe finally let go, "Then I've lost, and you can't make me do something I don't want to do."

Good guy, as expected of me.

Sherlock's voice was hoarse, "I will make you willing."

About half an hour later, when Qinghe listened to the host begin to read the rules of the game, she felt that she was still too young.

"First of all, invite the couples who signed up just now to come on stage and have a long whale-style deep kiss for 5 minutes. Of course, the lips cannot be separated during these 5 minutes."

Just hearing this sentence is already exciting.

A few of these phrases suddenly poured into Qinghe's eardrums at this moment, such as "kiss" and so on, Qinghe became more sober this time.She didn't know how she got on stage before, it felt as if her feet were all on cotton, and what lingered in her heart was the feeling of lightness and weightlessness.

Her eyes were focused, and she realized that there were people gathered under the stage.

This……

"Some of the next items are games that only couples can play—"

The host had clearly warned her, but this sentence was interrupted impatiently by herself!Even provoked Sherlock.

Is this a human being? ?

Qinghe put together the broken memory fragments from that period of time just now, and she still clearly remembered what nonsense she said: "——Are you worthwhile? You can't say no if you're a man."

And Sherlock's previous answer was: "Of course, as long as you don't regret it."

As long as Qinghe thinks about what happened just now, her face will turn red and white.In addition, with the announcement of the rules mentioned by the host, she has already made up the image in her mind-then imagine, kissing a famous detective in London.It's just...

This is simply... too ridiculous!

Thinking of the other party's beautiful face like Michelangelo's sculpture, there is actually a hint of shyness lingering in his heart.

Even if she thinks this way, Qinghe will not show it in front of him.To be honest, Sherlock is indeed a very attractive person, but... She seems to be unable to imagine how the religious abstinence in his aura should bend down to give her an ecstasy kiss.

Don't talk about it, I'm so regretful that my intestines are green, I hope he's okay.

With such complicated thoughts in mind, the girl's eyes flickered, and she couldn't help looking at Sherlock.

I saw his expressionless face, the light in the bar was already dim, but it hit him at this moment, making the expression on his face even more elusive.

The moment the lips touched, Qinghe suddenly felt that all the noisy voices were instantly shielded from his own world by some indescribable substance.

She didn't close her eyes, and those dark pupils as deep as amber stones were staring at Sherlock in front of her, and she was eager to see something more contrary to his daily life from his face. Intense color.

Of course, the consulting detective had never closed his eyes so honestly at this time, so his light-colored irises reflected so clearly in the girl's eyes.

Sherlock's eyes are really pretty - very different from Qinghe's dark eyes, his pupils are very light in color, like the sky after the rain has been cleared, or more precisely, the art students Pale grayish blue in a paintbox.But Qinghe could clearly see that her own face was clearly reflected in these light gray-blue pupils.

For some reason, my heart skipped a beat.

The heartbeat of each other is more obvious in the dark atmosphere.

Obviously kissing is just a simple activity, but these few seconds don't seem to be enough to really become the catalyst for the ambiguous atmosphere.They both probably looked into each other's eyes, hesitating a little.

Anyway, since I'm already on stage, the big deal is to go all out, and it's not like I haven't done it before——

Besides, if you take the initiative, I feel that you can use your excellent kissing skills to fuck the scum girl's character.

Qinghe made a psychological construction for herself, but in the next second she thought of an unavoidable question.

She seems to have forgotten the steps of kissing a little bit.But hesitation will be in vain.

Qinghe cheered herself up in her heart, and immediately took the initiative to deepen this kiss that should have been limited to superficial kisses.

The girl's soft /lips/petals are close to Sherlock's tight//tight//phase//. You can feel that Qinghe is racking her brains to think about the so-called secrets of kissing. She hesitated for a moment, and then opened her lips slightly. , protruding a small tip of the tongue.

To be honest, in the life of Sherlock Holmes, there are very few things and situations that can be called surprises in his life, and the situation that lies before him now is classified into that minority. It couldn't be more appropriate.

Originally, he didn't like to be passive, and this trait was 100% reflected in the way he acted, but now...

It's nice to have a change of taste occasionally.

So he didn't make any moves, but wanted to see what Qinghe would do next.

The game is to kiss in front of everyone for 5 minutes.Even if you think about it with your toes, you know that these 5 minutes must not be as simple as just lip to lip.This is a kind of common sense: Who would hold on to mouth to mouth without moving for 5 minutes?

If so, then really respect.

All men in this kind of intimate activities, if they don't respond to the person they like, it's a fantasy.

Even Sherlock had to admit that his senses, which had been dormant, woke up again, and even his blood was ready to move.

But Qinghe really doesn't have much research on this human activity, so she hasn't found a good rhythm.

She was inevitably a little nervous, especially after doing those stupid things just now—but at the same time, she was afraid that her nervousness, which came from nowhere, would be discovered by an over-sensitive detective, oh, God knows if he would laugh at her——

The lips of each other cannot be moved within 5 minutes due to the rules of the game, otherwise it will be considered a Gameover.But Sherlock naturally has his way of talking.

He could clearly see the girl's slightly drooping eyelashes trembling slightly, she was indeed nervous——

Sherlock couldn't help but want to add another fuel to this feeble, developing flame.

So he said in ventriloquism: "You're going to lose."

His tone was even a little cheerful.

This is simply too hateful!

Originally, Qinghe was actually a bit of a Buddhist person, but with Sherlock's embellishment, her damn desire to win and lose came up like a rising tide.

The girl raised her eyes and glared at him, but in Sherlock's view, it was just a lovely expression on her pretty face.

She finally thought of a way to arouse Sherlock's desire to win: /lick//kiss/.

Qinghe has long since lost the burden of being an idol, since she wants to pursue/stimulate//excitement, she must follow through to the end!

She retreated to advance, and she didn't try to rush straight in like she did just now, but she retreated until there was no way to retreat, and then lightly /grinded/rubbed/the corners of the opponent's lips with her lips.This subtle touch becomes more subtle due to the ever-shrinking distance, making it difficult to ignore.

Suddenly there is a smell that can't get in.

Waiting for a second before the other party became impatient, she poked out a little tip of her tongue, and //licked// the corner of his lips in a slight, seemingly non-existent way.

It's really annoying.But if a beautiful kitten gently rubs against your palm with its face, you will only indulge in the soft and furry touch and be reluctant to tell it to leave, unless you are allergic to cat fur.

Strange to say, Sherlock was so simply pleased, and not for anything else.

His chest was warmed by this feeling for a moment, and then his vocal cords vibrated slightly.

"Close your eyes and focus."

He moved a small step to the side unobtrusively, and successfully blocked other people's eyes on Qinghe with his back.After this event started, the lights in the bar were extinguished a few more, so that the light was even darker.Qinghe's position is almost the so-called blind spot of sight.

Qinghe blushed because of his action, because he said this against her lips.His lips were originally dry, but now they were a little shiny because of her action just now.

When I did it just now, I didn't feel anything wrong, but once the situation of being dazzled by the desire to win and lose gradually disappeared, a feeling of shame came to my heart.

What a coincidence, both of them had drunk before.

Qinghe could smell the faint aroma of the wine, which seemed to be more mellow than when she drank it.

Without waiting for the next second, Sherlock held her face and kissed her directly.

The only time Sherlock does something stupid is the first time.And this time... it was just a surprise for him.

His kiss is like a hurricane, rushing directly into your world with an overly aggressive posture, without any formalities.As a man, no matter what kind of relationship he is in, his attitude towards his beloved is almost the same—they will do everything they can to make this relationship deeper, and what they look forward to most is /flesh/body/ aspect.

The so-called gentleman does not really mean that he is as calm as the contemporary Liu Xiahui.A gentleman is more poised to possess everything you have - wanting to see a unique reaction that only you can show, this has nothing to do with gender, everyone will have this idea.

He directly probed into//Qing He's mouth, and Qing He felt the faint alcohol-smelling breath blowing towards her face at this moment, she even forgot how to react, and could only foolishly follow Sherlock's rhythm.In a qualified /deep/kiss/, intertwined lips and teeth are just the basics.

Qinghe's action just now was at best equivalent to the level of a child's play house. When Sherlock suddenly/kissed/down, she felt that feeling of weightlessness became stronger. Now it's just that the root is about to be broken. The strings of reason supported her so that she would not just fall down in a daze.

The black-haired girl's hands, which had no place to rest on her sides, seemed to be looking for a support point, and now they were placed on Sherlock's waist.Until the end, the girl even let out a low whimper.

"Don't you know—" what the detective said was immediately interrupted by Qing He with a little irritability.

"I know...!" This is probably the first complete sentence that Qinghe uttered in this situation.Thanks to Sherlock, she was now able to shamelessly break the rules of the game - with him anyway.

"Of course you should close your eyes when kissing." He suppressed a smile.