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

Qing He was extremely confused, and the short low smile suddenly made by the man close at hand made her dizzy.

"what……"

Qinghe didn't expect that he would play cards against common sense.

However, traveling between different worlds for many years made Qinghe's senses a little different from normal people.

Therefore, she doesn't feel like she has been cheated on. Anyway, in the worlds she traveled through before, there are also precedents of "suitors" doing very excessive things to her.

Well, maybe she should take back her initial comment that Sherlock is boring and uninspired.

At least——now, she felt the strange touch of the skin around her waist, even through a thin layer of clothing, the feeling was still so obvious and hot.

but--

Before Qinghe could figure it out, he heard a few unfamiliar voices from outside the room, some of which were quite artificial.

Before the girl had time to say anything, her vision spun.

Without any explanation, Sherlock threw her on the extraordinarily spacious big bed, and his actions could be called rough.

Even though the bed is indeed soft, Qinghe still feels a little pain when suddenly thrown on it like a broken toy.

After all, even though she possesses a terrifying and infinitely proliferating magic power, on the surface she is still a delicate dodder flower.

In the next second, Sherlock got up and stepped up.

It is indeed the last Sunday in August—but Qinghe, who has just arrived, is obviously a little unaccustomed to the climate, and it is thunderstorms in London at this time, so the clothes are not suitable according to the current situation.

In such an intimate movement, the thin cloth on Qinghe's body, which is not thick at all, can't resist anything even more.

When Qinghe was thrown down by Sherlock, the other party seemed to prevent her from moving or struggling, and her arms were held above her head.

Sherlock's grip on her wrist was so strong that she didn't have any room to resist.

Just like a criminal——

"I am a prisoner in your heart."

Accompanied by a thunderclap, these endless words suddenly drilled into her mind.

When Qing He thought about it so casually, Sherlock seemed to want to play to the end, and directly pulled off the handcuffs that were thrown on the bed before and regarded as a small tool of love, and directly handcuffed her.

At the same time, the other end of the handcuffs was handcuffed to the head of the bed.

Does it have to be like this?

"Hush—" Sherlock finally spoke out in the strangely stuck-together silence in the room.

His tone has never fluctuated, but this time, he also used body language - he stretched out an index finger, landed on the soft cherry lips of the girl under him, and pressed against it.

But how could Qinghe fulfill his wish?She is the one who is determined to increase the antipathy degree in this world!

love line?What is a love line?nonexistent.

All she wants is for the "suitors" in this world to be annoyed when they see her!

She didn't want to feel the feeling that the famous detective who was always known for her high IQ in front of her would love her so much that she wanted to kill her.

Although... this kind of thing is not unheard of.

While in a deep sleep, stab the knife from the temple into the skull, then hold the knife handle tightly, and twist it clockwise.Or a slash on the neck with a knife, instantly radiating arterial blood.

This type of method is actually not that different from piercing the heart.

Qinghe tried to struggle, "Let go of me, or I will call the police! I have to go to the embassy to make you look good!"

Her voice has always been soft, so even uttering threatening words will be as useless as a kitten scratching an itch.

Even, it may be counterproductive and arouse more sadism/desire towards her.

Qinghe's struggle was exchanged for more restraint by Sherlock.

At first, he just thought that this girl was a little strange, but now it seemed that she was just a noisy kitten.

"Don't you want to go home with me?" The man lowered his voice, and the low voice like a cello made it clear and puzzled.

It was clear that his tone hadn't changed from the beginning until now, but she somehow felt... There was a secret cynical attitude in it.

"I——" Qinghe thought of the sentence she said before, and she was speechless for a moment, but in the next second she thought: "Do I mean that? I don't mean to fuck/yellow/color!"

"Whatever you want." Sherlock glanced at her with a clear look.

Indeed, he hadn't carefully looked at the appearance of this Miss Chen who was so reckless that she could go to the wrong hotel.As far as it looked now, it was indeed - even he had to admit, it was not bad looking.

What was reflected in his pupils was an exceptionally beautiful face.

The eyebrows are drooping, the pupils are dark, and the whites of the eyes seem to be extra large. The gaze projected from top to bottom is as deep and attractive as a deep pool, and the eyes seem to contain water, which is like a pool of autumn water under the light.

Coincidentally, she was also wearing black clothes, supplemented by cold white skin. At a glance, she seemed to be alone in a black and white line drawing.Clearly there are only two colors of black and white, but it gives birth to a gloomy magnificence.

but--

Sherlock looked away coldly again.He would come here in the rain today, not to have a late-night conversation with a fledgling female student abroad.

Passion//desire is a very worthless thing to him.

Originally, he came here only to follow a clue, so he even ordered room 601 of this love hotel online, trying to pretend that he was a bachelor who came to seek excitement...

Of course he downloaded Tinder, and even the personal introduction and courtship criteria he edited were concise and clear, which hit the spiritual G-spot of most contemporary women too accurately, making those unread private messages pop up like viruses.

If you enjoy observing people in your life, it's easy to fake it.

But now, he seems to have discovered something even more interesting.

The two of them looked at each other, and Qinghe couldn't find any weakness in the man in front of him that could be used to fight back.

Seeing this, she had no choice but to say: "Hey, I said, this is very tiring...you are so heavy..."

The girl's voice was low, whimpering like a small animal, sighing slightly, feeling a little weak.

At the same time, Qinghe heard the unfamiliar voices just now getting louder, as if they were very close, just outside the door.

Qing He turned his head away, only to find out in surprise: My good fellow, he didn't even close the door when he came in!

Fortunately, Sherlock has loosened the grip on her wrist, at least it is not as tight as before.

In this regard, Qing He quickly pushed him with the hand that was still free to move, and complained: "You also teach the basic law, how can there be someone like you who comes in without closing the door?!"

From Sherlock's point of view, the original gloomy magnificence on Qinghe's face has also been neutralized by the two words she said through gritted teeth.

Abandoning the moment of astonishment that was not even a few seconds before, she looked like just a child in front of her, and there was nothing worth noticing at all.

"Can't you stop for a while?" Sherlock was still estimating the trajectories of those people in the corridor.Of course, he has no intention of helping the London Metropolitan Police with any anti-illegal work, it's just that he needs to find some fun in his current peaceful life because he is too active.

The more she looked at Sherlock's calm appearance no matter where she was, the more Qinghe wanted to jump on his bottom line.

"...I don't." Qinghe said no, it seemed that she had to fight Sherlock.

Come on, she can handle it, better let her go now!

"Shutup." The veins on Sherlock's forehead were exposed, and he really wanted to use something to block the lips of the girl under him who were constantly moving.

Seeing that the expected person should appear, Sherlock suddenly thought of something.

Immediately, something cold directly covered Qing He's lips.

!This is her ID card that was taken away just now!

Damn, isn't it, playing so big?

The ID card was covered by Sherlock's two fingertips, making Qinghe's slightly seductive eyes widened inevitably.

Lips as delicate as rose petals were forced to rub against this /hard/hard/ textured card, and she couldn't figure out what Sherlock was trying to do.

At the same time, she was trapped in the wide Simmons bed, and the feeling of weightlessness became more and more serious.

And in the next moment, like kissing/kissing, the tall man leaned down, with a posture that impressed her even more than before, and the ID card that was covering her lips came. a close contact.For some reason, Qinghe suddenly felt that his ears were hot/spicy/spicy, a bit similar to the feeling of being scorched by the scorching sun.

Sherlock tilted his head slightly, just blocking the door of Room 601 that could be glimpsed from a peaceful perspective.

Qinghe won't close her eyes, is she such an innocent person?On the contrary, she wants to take a good look at what kind of bastard the "suitor" in this world looks like!

Sherlock seemed to be very involved in the drama, even from a peaceful point of view, he closed his eyes - a qualified kiss must be enjoyed with closed eyes.

His long and straight eyelashes rested obediently on his lower eyelids, and under the warm light that was completely different from the dark outdoors, they also showed a faint golden color.

This feeling is definitely not a great experience for Sherlock.There's nothing cool at all - even if he went to find any woman on the street, he would be more comfortable than kissing the back of an ID card here!

damn it.

He couldn't help but blame himself, why did he do such a stupid thing at this juncture.

But fortunately, at least, the first level of his purpose of coming here today has at least been achieved.

Sherlock still maintained this nonchalant posture, but he slightly raised his eyelids, and caught a glimpse of the person he was following passing by the door of room 601 as he wished.

He just looked away, but suddenly there was a fragrant light fragrance that destroyed his always shrewd sense of smell.

It's strawberry flavored.

Who else could there be besides the instigator below him?

Compared with Sherlock, who has a strong brain and physical strength, and who is constantly exercising every day, it is obviously easier for someone like Qinghe who runs 800 meters to die. affected in this situation.

No, Qinghe is almost out of breath because of that damn ID card.Her face, which was originally as white and flawless as snow, was stained with a suspicious blush for this reason.

Now, her legs and waist are pinched between Sherlock's slender tui, more like a fish that has been slapped and pressed by the waves and dehydrated, struggling in vain, and... Gradually dehydrated due to dehydration become thirsty.