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

Qinghe really didn't know how to answer.

Sure enough, things should still be traced back to the initial moment.She shouldn't have any sympathy for this person in front of her!

Alas, isn't this shooting yourself in the foot now?After all, she was the one who put forward this suggestion first, and now she can't go back on her word...

And Qinghe is not the kind of person who is very easy to give up halfway.

In that case...

The eyes of the black-haired girl were inevitably a little erratic, and it was obvious that her thoughts were secretly struggling.It seems a bit impolite to go to the bedroom.

But Sherlock was something she couldn't refuse no matter what.

Thinking of this, she replied, "It's not impossible—if you want to."

Hearing this, the black-haired detective's joy was about to crackle into the sky like fireworks.Even so, he still acted calm on the surface, as if it wasn't such a big deal.

Qinghe's tone sounded very soft, which was different from her usual one, but it made Sherlock very useful.Because while saying that, Qinghe kept staring at him, as if she was Tom Sawyer, and Sherlock's face was hiding the map with the location of the secret treasure.The girl's eyes were piercing, glued to him as if she would never leave.

Of course, it does contain some emotions that can be called "exploration", but this type of emotion is automatically blocked by Sherlock.

In all fairness, Sherlock Holmes knew little about love, let alone how it worked.In fact, in his mind, even mother-fetal solo can give some very explorable arguments on this kind of human-specific emotion, so in this case, the literature on love research is just general Just talking.Otherwise, how could he not find even a sentence that can be used to summarize Qinghe?

He originally firmly believed that he could summarize the characteristics of everyone around him with a set of cruel logic that was completely unaffected by emotion, which naturally included shortcomings-there is no such thing as a truly perfect person in the world.However, he was surprised to find that he couldn't find any of Qinghe's shortcomings.In other words, her shortcomings will directly transform into cuteness in his heart.

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"Then, it's better to be respectful than obedient." Sherlock's eyes fell on the girl's body, as if it were as unfathomable as a dark pool. After he said this in a hoarse voice, he turned around and led Qinghe towards the bedroom. .

Before Qinghe could savor the change in his attitude, the latter's back went straight away.There was no other way, so she had no choice but to follow quickly, so that she hadn't had time to say what she wanted at the beginning.

God knows, Qinghe decided to go to her own room at first.

Sherlock's room seems to be a little bit bigger than hers, but this may just be her illusion, after all, girls usually have a lot of things, and her bed is like a battlefield, with a lot of things on it. .The lights in the room were not turned on, and the only light was projected from outside the door, which made it difficult for Qinghe to see the expression on Sherlock's face, making it even more difficult to judge whether he was in a good mood or not.

She looked at him carefully, because she took off her coat as soon as she entered the door, the clothes he was wearing underneath were so thin, in such dim light, Qinghe felt that she could even outline the clothes through the thin shirt. His beautiful body curves too.

Perhaps it was because the girl's eyes were too straightforward, but this subtle and charming atmosphere even infected Sherlock as well.He turned his head and asked softly, "When will it start?"

His indifferent tone seemed to be ignited by something, but Qinghe felt unexpectedly soft, as if there were invisible flames growing quietly in the dark, and she was involuntarily attracted by this karmic fire, like The moths flapped their wings and kept approaching, and even I didn't know whether it was hell or heaven.

Sherlock turned his head to look at her with very focused eyes, his sexy thin lips fluttered briefly, Qinghe suddenly had a wonderful illusion - it felt as if he was trying to seduce her physically.

"Well, this..." Qinghe scratched her head, with Sherlock's words, she finally began to think about this problem, but her thoughts are a bit messy now, all mixed together in her mind like a paste , After a while, she continued: "Or it's just now, just a quick fight and a quick decision."

In fact, what she thought in her heart was "how far can I go?".

But she didn't have the nerve to say this, she felt that Sherlock might not be able to catch her stalking, and it would be embarrassing if she was misunderstood by then.

"...OK." Sherlock was silent for a few seconds before replying.But he muttered again, "It might be a bit difficult to make a quick decision."

Qinghe didn't hear clearly, thinking that he was dissatisfied with this, so she asked again: "Huh? What's the matter?"

But Sherlock went straight to the bed, sat on the edge of the bed without thinking, and then fell down along there.It felt as if the strings that had been tense were suddenly relaxed at this moment.

Qinghe didn't know what to do now.Actually, Sherlock is pretty good now...

Such a moment of special relaxation is naturally rare for Sherlock, so Qinghe couldn't help but get closer, and she took a few steps forward, wanting to see what's going on with him now.

The scene in front of him made Qinghe hold his breath lightly.

In just a few minutes, Sherlock has actually closed his eyes, his light-colored eyelashes are covering his lower eyelids at this moment, but if you observe carefully, the light-colored long eyelashes will still bleed with your breath. Gently vibrate.

Standing by the edge of the bed, Qinghe couldn't help but look at Sherlock's closed eyes for a while.

Second, second sleep? !

Although he may be hammered for saying this, Qinghe still has to say from the bottom of his heart that the different states of Sherlock closing his eyes and opening his eyes are completely opposite people.

He looks good when he closes his eyes.His face was as pure as the kind of child in kindergarten who would obediently eat up all the food on the plate in order to get little red flowers.

How about touching it?

This idea appeared in Qinghe's world without any defense.

She resisted a little at first, but now she is drifting away.

What's the use of looking at it?Might as well touch a couple of them first to have fun!

Qing He reached out, hesitated for a moment, and poked the detective's face with his finger.

Wow--

Qinghe was a little surprised by the touch.Sure enough, everyone in this world should have soft cheeks. You see, even Sherlock, a rough and mature (?) man with many calluses on his hands, still has soft cheeks.

Although it is not delicate, it is still very soft.

Touching his face for the first time, Qinghe was afraid that he would wake up or open his eyes suddenly, so his fingers only stayed on his face for less than five seconds before quickly moving away.

but……

After Qinghe moved his finger away, he stood still and observed Sherlock for a while, and found that he didn't even respond at all, so he was relieved.

It seems that he is really tired, that's why he sleeps directly on the bed, right?But it doesn't matter, when you are in a bad mood, you should spend the whole day in bed, and you won't think about anything when you fall asleep.

Now that Sherlock is asleep, there is no need for Qinghe to be so nervous.

She looked left and right, but finally decided on Sherlock.

"Anyway, he doesn't know..." Qinghe said in a low voice, naturally speaking for herself, so as not to back down.

Without doing anything else, she reached out and touched Sherlock's face.

Of course, this exciting thing needs to be done several times.

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As long as I do enough bad things, I don't feel guilty.As long as I have no morals, I will not be kidnapped.

Just touching his face was not enough, Qinghe reached out and poked his eyebrows again.

Who told Sherlock's eyebrows to always frown?

She doesn't allow this to happen!

The girl's soft and cold fingers slid all the way from her eyebrows to her lips.

This shape is suitable for kissing.

I don't know how long it took, Qinghe finally started to feel a little bored after playing with ♂ for a long time, so she retracted her hand again, and decided to go back home immediately.

At this moment, Sherlock moved a little, and frowned slightly, as if he encountered something he didn't like in the dream.

Qinghe wondered if it was because he didn't cover him with a quilt... After all, it's still easy to catch cold in the current weather.

Thinking this way, the girl walked a few steps closer, picked up the thin quilt beside him and covered him.

Unexpectedly, Qing He accidentally stepped on something and tripped over the curled-up wool carpet.The vision rotated.

Qinghe tried hard to restrain the urge to cry out, and subconsciously touched something before stabilizing his body.Speaking of which, she only staggered a little, but the distance suddenly narrowed.

The girl took a closer look, and she inadvertently reached out and grabbed the corner of Sherlock's clothes just now, which made the girl let go quickly.

Even in the darkness, Qing He's senses were still unusually keen, and she was secretly surprised why the folds on the white shirt on the other party's body that she tore out privately were so clear.

After thinking about it, Qinghe decided to stretch out his hand to smooth him out, otherwise he didn't know how it would feel if this messy appearance fell into the eyes of others.

Maybe it was such an unusual atmosphere that confused her thoughts, Qinghe didn't even realize that covering him with a quilt was actually the safest choice.

However, it still feels weird to do this kind of thing.

Qinghe felt that what her palm touched was not an ordinary shirt, and she even felt an inexplicable burning feeling for no reason, a bit like the hot wind blowing across the fields in midsummer.

Really, "hot".

Sure enough, Sherlock was still to blame, and he was all to blame for making such a sudden move. He was comfortable, but disturbed her heart.

Qing He glared at him quietly, and suddenly thought about it, and decided to take revenge on him.

Just paint on Sherlock's face!

With an idea, Qinghe conceived his own masterpiece in his mind, and ideally imagined Sherlock's stinky expression on his face after waking up, even the corners of his mouth rose strongly.

She casually touched a water-based pen on Sherlock's desk and stood still on the edge of the bed.

Isn't it just painting, she can do it too!

Qinghe has an advantage, that is, she is very self-aware of herself.She definitely can't draw something that looks awesome at first glance, so she decided to draw a stick figure.

Hmm... what is better to draw?

Qinghe pondered for a while, and suddenly his eyes lit up.Since you don't know what to draw, just draw a turtle!

So Sherlock might start hating her when he wakes up, too.

Just do what you say, and if you hesitate, you will give it in vain.

Qing He just drew a crooked stroke on Sherlock's smooth forehead, then quickly withdrew his hand.Fortunately, she thought it was very simple at first, but unexpectedly, because of her position, it is still a bit difficult to draw on Sherlock's face.

She (feels) short-handed after all.

All right—then get a little closer.

Qinghe excused herself again from the bottom of her heart, she knelt on the edge of the bed, thought for a while, and finally put her left hand on Sherlock's left shoulder, and held a black pen in the other hand, showing a posture similar to bending over.

With a movement of her right hand, a crooked circle appeared on the detective's forehead.

After the first stroke is drawn, the following content is very simple.Qinghe's whole attention was concentrated on this somewhat funny pattern, completely ignoring the more important things in the current environment.

For example, Sherlock's eyelids moved briefly.

For another example, during the process of secretly drawing, she invisibly made the distance closer, and even her scented breath gently pounced on Sherlock's face. human.Most importantly, this position felt as if he was about to fall on the sleeping Sherlock in the next second.

I don't know how long it took, Qinghe finally completed the last stroke of this masterpiece.

She even gave Sherlock a goatee without hesitation.

As long as I am strong enough, no one can subdue me.

Qinghe looked at it carefully for a while, and almost laughed out loud.Hehe, just wait, Sherlock, this is the price you pay for sleeping in seconds!

It wasn't until this moment that she felt that her left arm, which had been supporting Sherlock's side all the time, was indeed a little sore. She tried to move it slightly to the side, but found that it was actually a little numb, which was too careless.Qinghe hissed, and continued to move aside.

In order to prevent accidents, the girl decided to discard the tools used for the crime. She simply put the black water-based pen aside and moved her right hand to the left.

God knows what kind of ghostly posture this is, Qinghe is almost exhausted.

But in order to leave Sherlock perfectly without disturbing him before he woke up, Qing He went all out.

She walked to the door of the room lightly, and opened the door carefully.

She turned her head and glanced at the sleeping Sherlock for the last time, said sorry Sherlock silently in her heart very dishonestly, then tried hard to hide the smile at the corner of her mouth, and took a step forward.

Slip away first.

In fact, there has always been an insurmountable gap between ideal and reality.

Qinghe just took that step, when Sherlock suddenly made a sound.

She felt as if her time was approaching, she could only stand there in a daze, even her feet seemed to be stiff.

The action of lifting the foot and taking a step forward is very common in the past.Naturally, there is no difficulty in mentioning it.But now Qinghe felt as if a bunch of heavy handcuffs were tied to her feet, making it extremely difficult to move even a small step forward.

Qinghe swears that he heard it right, Sherlock definitely called her name just now!

Even though the tone contained a little nasal sound, it felt a bit like he hadn't woken up, but Qinghe was extremely sensitive to the issue of names.

From this point of view, my lucky E physique has not changed due to the change of the world.

Qinghe sighed softly in her heart, and turned around as if admitting defeat, only to find that...