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

The young girl stood in front of the full-length mirror and looked at herself over and over again, and made some poses in the process.

Unlike the usual Qinghe, today she seems to be taking the hot girl route.She wore a beret on top of her head, and she braided her original black long straight into several symmetrical braids.Qing He is obviously very skilled in applying eyeshadow. At this moment, the rose-colored sequins are shining on her thin eyelids. Coupled with the raised eyeliner, when the eyes are made more charming, there is another kind of stranger A sense of indifference.Of course not only that, today she is wearing a one-shoulder cropped navel dress, which shows her figure very well.

Qinghe has no advantages in his whole body, the main thing is that he looks good.

Obviously in the eyes of others, she is already perfect, but the girl has been standing in front of the full-length mirror and refuses to leave. Even her beautiful eyebrows are slightly frowned, as if she is worrying about something.

Although women's makeup is first and foremost about improving their mood and pleasing themselves, but if they are in love, then there is an extra layer of female makeup for themselves-for little girls, in their lovers It's also important and fulfilling to show your perfect woman side with flair, especially when he's swooning because of you.

The idea in Qinghe's mind finally took shape.

It's rare for me to dress up, so of course I have to show it to someone!

In the next second, another arrogant thought popped up in my heart——

Otherwise, he is too pitiful. All the men in London are feasting their eyes, only him, and the general teacher.

But this thought amused Qinghe, and a smile appeared on her face.

She seemed to have some reason why this idea must be realized, and finally pulled her legs away from the full-length mirror, opened the door of the room, and walked out.

It is not too difficult for Qinghe to find Sherlock.

Although Sherlock is quite elusive, Qinghe is also very good at trying to figure out the other party.There are no cases recently, so there is no need to go out, and he has not found any experiments that interest him, so naturally he will not go to medical school.

Clearing out most of the answers at once, Qinghe felt very embarrassed.

Let's see if there is anyone in his room first.

For Sherlock, one of the best secret places to think about is the so-called "empty room".

So he is most likely staying in his room now.

With an attitude of giving it a try, Qinghe knocked on the door—it is impolite to enter someone else's room without permission.

Not long after, the door opened.

Sherlock was indeed inside.

Qinghe's mood suddenly became lighter like a hydrogen balloon being released from her hands, and a stronger smile appeared on her magnificent face.The girl's demeanor and movements are very relaxed. She leans against the door like a playboy that can sometimes be seen on the street, with her hands in her pockets.

The man who opened the door didn't speak for a while, but the black-haired girl's slightly charming cat eyes were raised, staring at him brightly, so that he didn't know what to say for a while - of course, Qinghe usually wouldn't notice this That sort of thing, the look on Sherlock's face didn't give him away, after all.

The tall man glanced from her hat to her black Martin boots.

"You are very rebellious today." Sherlock was silent for a while before saying this, and briefly expressed his first evaluation of his girlfriend's dress.

But Qinghe will never let it go.

"Sherlock, what do you think I look like today? I'll give you another chance." Qinghe made a 1, and even changed his movements, from leaning against the wall to stretching out an arm Leaning against the door, it felt a bit like she was trying to wall Sherlock off.

Sherlock lowered his eyes, and there were some clear and incomprehensible emotions in those light-colored eyes.He seems to be seriously looking at Qinghe's clothes from the perspective of a straight man, but Qinghe himself feels like a bundle of cabbage with a barcode on it or something else, and he is facing a supermarket scan code. Machine emotionless inspection.

Damn.

Then he gave a subtle but brief smile and solemnly delivered his second insight: "Assuming you were wearing a rainbow-colored bracelet on your right wrist right now, I have reason to suspect that you would go to an LGBT fight for rights  .”

"Pull it down!" Qing He clicked his tongue, "Stop chatting, bye! Goodbye friend, I'm going on a long voyage tonight——"

After saying a bunch of Internet buzzwords that Sherlock didn't quite understand, the girl decided to pat her ass and leave.At least in her own opinion, her steps are absolutely firm.

Who told Sherlock this guy is a dead straight man?

"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked.

Qing He replied directly without thinking: "Of course I'm looking for my true love outside!"

"Organize your language well, don't make me angry." Sherlock's broad palm pressed Qinghe's slender and fair neck.Even though he didn't use any strength at all, and his tone was very flat, it was still full of oppression.

I really want to jump up and give him a brick.

Qinghe thinks so.However, I can only think about it - if this is the case, isn't she courting death?

Of course, the girl has good eyesight and strong coping skills. She quickly changed the subject, with a bit of coquettish flattery, "Of course it's just for fun." She couldn't turn her head, so she had to add, "Go home very early. Kind of."

"Isn't it okay to play at home? Just play."

After hearing this, Qinghe just wanted to sneer, doesn't she understand men?Young men really want to fuck every day.

"No." Qing He categorically refused, and then softened his tone, aggrieved, "You didn't even praise me."

"How do you want to boast?" Sherlock actually answered her words, quite patiently.

Qinghe felt the restraint on the back of her neck suddenly loosen, so she turned around immediately.

"Then will you be my Kua Kua Qun? The first thing you say when you wake up every morning is the kind that compliments me for being good-looking." Qing He intertwined his hands, seeming a little nervous, but those black eyes kept staring at Sherlock, never really left him.

Sherlock couldn't hold back for a moment, and reached out to pinch her cheek.

It's really soft, and it turns red when you pinch it.

"You've been very arrogant recently." Sherlock came to such a conclusion, "Probably because the neurogenic substance dopamine in your midbrain secretes too much."

As soon as he said this, all he could get was the girl's eyes that looked resentful on the surface but were actually a little cute.

But having said that, even though Sherlock doesn't quite understand why many women are so concerned about their appearance, he doesn't mind a little praise for Qinghe at this moment.After all, in love, complimenting each other is also a positive interaction, and he doesn't mind getting more Qinghe favorability.

Sherlock did the same, "Your beauty is conservative, and you look good in anything."

Qinghele.

She took another step forward and poked Sherlock with her finger, "A child can be taught. Let's go out and play together?"

Sherlock didn't answer her, but honestly wrapped his arms around him, brought the girl into his arms, and touched her slender waist that was exposed very skillfully by the way.

And the waistline.

"You're getting fat." He chuckled, but this time he didn't have any problem with subcutaneous fat.

Qinghe: ...!

But she couldn't say anything to refute - she seems to have eaten a little too much recently.

"It's okay. Strictly speaking, it's more comfortable to touch. You were too thin before." Sherlock's words are true. Different cultures are reflected in society, which will naturally bring out different customs and habits.And Qinghe is different from the general trend of his country.

Still the same sentence, it doesn't matter, because he likes this person is enough.

Qinghe reluctantly accepted Sherlock's supplement, but she also had a whim and wanted to raise the bar: "Then you still say that I look good in any clothes? Am I not fat?"

After a moment of silence, she heard the man say again, "That's true—" He responded with "It looks good in anything."

"But you can wear anything in front of me, and it doesn't matter if you don't wear it." Sherlock said it calmly, as if it was just a very common sentence.

"Don't wear it?!" Qinghe was stunned, "That's not acceptable!"

"You have to take it off anyway, what's the use of wearing it or not?" His voice was a little hoarse, but he was really puzzled.

There was no suspense in the end, Qinghe played at home.

Later, she only had a little impression of the cicadas singing in the grass under the window sill.

Oh my god, she couldn't help thinking, this is obviously autumn, how could there be cicadas?

——Qing He woke up suddenly.