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

This experience is really not very good.

Qinghe took a deep breath and turned around.

But she found that nothing happened.

Sherlock still lay there peacefully without moving, as if what she heard just now were only ravings.

Although it makes sense to think so...

Qinghe rubbed his chin and pondered for a moment, but decided to turn back and see what happened to Sherlock.

She approached lightly, bent down and watched him for a while, and found that there was no difference from a moment ago (at least she couldn't see it).

Qinghe thought, could it be that he made a mistake?

Forget it, since that’s the case, then——

Thinking of this, Qinghe's body reacted first, trying to take a step back.

However, at this moment, the black-haired girl was suddenly pulled by another force without preparation, and the speed made people completely defenseless.

Qinghe felt himself getting cold.

This is exactly the same posture as when she first saw her, except that the object she was leaning against changed from a transparent floor-to-ceiling window to a soft big bed.

God... is this the flag?

"Listen to my explanation." Qinghe felt that what she said now was very pale, but she decided to beg for mercy symbolically.

"Are you quite courageous?" Sherlock's voice was low, but he didn't seem too angry, which made Qinghe feel less guilty. (though not much)

Qinghe didn't dare to speak, her eyeballs kept rolling, but in this restricted and narrow field of vision, only Sherlock's shirt was Sherlock's face.

Oh, and his eyes.

Looking around, the eyes can only fall on his face in the end, there is no choice.

But the quiet atmosphere only lasted for a few minutes, Qinghe couldn't help it anymore, she laughed crisply.

The laughter is short, but even if it is deliberately suppressed, the emotion can still be heard to be very real.

Sherlock's face darkened even more in the peaceful spiritual world.

The girl quickly added: "I won't laugh unless I can't help it."

This made Sherlock want to pry open her brain even more to see what non-human structure was inside.

But he just held Qing He down and stared at her for a while, but in the end nothing was wrong, he didn't seem to be willing to do anything anyway.

But this pretty face with a sly expression in front of him really made him feel itchy, so Sherlock pinched her face.

Qinghe's skin is very delicate, and it turns red when pinched casually.

Just doing nothing like this, being held down by him for a while, even Qinghe became uncomfortable.The girl felt that the breathing on her face was getting heavier, and this signal made her feel bad, so she said, "Well... do you want to continue what I said before?"

"What?" he asked knowingly.

Qinghe felt that her little fist was about to be clenched, but unfortunately, she couldn't do anything to Sherlock.Now it's a good thing, even this kind of problem has to be explained by her!

"You know." Qinghe said without embarrassment, but Sherlock let go of her while getting up.

He smiled slightly, glanced at Qinghe, and said nothing.

Obviously Sherlock's eyes are still so calm and indifferent, there is not much emotion left in them, but Qinghe understands in seconds.

At this time, her reflex arc is not that long...

She got up from the bed very dog-leggedly, and went to find some wet wipes for Sherlock.

Apart from the fact that Sherlock's eyes are always glued to her body, Qinghe feels that she has made amends very smoothly.

It perfectly removed her previous masterpiece, and by the way, a wave of face-touching benefits from famous London detectives.

Suddenly, I felt as if I had earned it.

Qinghe felt that she could retire with success, but before that, she still symbolically mentioned the previous "pillow fight".

Sherlock will not let her go easily, of course he chose to agree.

There are times when the shift in mood is unguarded.

When he casually threw the pillow on him and hit the bull's-eye, Qinghe's heart fluttered for a moment.

Contrary to Mrs. Hudson's wishes, Qinghe got a pillow with a very loose core in a panic, and it fell out easily without much effort.

No, Qinghe stared blankly at the white feathers floating around, his brain shut down for a moment.

But in the next moment, the girl's empty thoughts were filled by Sherlock's all-out attack, and she didn't even have time to pick up a new weapon, so she could only be forced back by the detective in embarrassment, and eventually even her The placket was covered with white down.

Of course, Qinghe is not a person who is very good at games, let alone this kind of "manual work".So she was out of breath.

Qinghe didn't say a word, just pondered in his heart when it would stop.Sure enough, being soft-hearted is not a good thing...

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Just as the girl waited patiently for him to speak first, the man didn't move.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, Qinghe is not a fool, she gradually sensed the subtleties of this quiet atmosphere.

The lonely man and the widow are in the same room, how could it be so simple for fun?

Qinghe thought of something, stretched out his hand and tentatively poked Sherlock's chest in front of him.Even through layers of shirts, the touch still impresses the girl.

He still didn't move.It was a few seconds before he said, "What are you doing, huh?"

These words seemed to come out of his nasal cavity, very low, but with a completely different sense of sexiness than usual.

The girl also imitated his previous behavior and didn't respond, but repeated the action a few times—meaning, she stretched out her finger and poked Sherlock's chest again.

Sherlock standing in front of her is like a mountain, which cannot be shaken.

"Do you feel tired?" The black-haired girl thought about it, and finally thought of a more normal sentence to use as the beginning.

"No." The sharp eyes of the tall man never really left her, and he saw through Qinghe's inner thoughts at once.

He even spoke emphatically.

Qing He laughed dryly and laughed, "Actually, I suddenly found that I'm a little tired, or should we call it a day?"

She really didn't understand why things turned out like this. It was clear that when she first traveled to this world, she made up her mind to stick to the scumbag script this time.

...Maybe this kind of persona is still not suitable for her, her inner world is too complicated.

"Of course." Sherlock's answer was beyond her expectations.

"Ah? Really? Then I--go?" Qinghe asked a few more words, Sherlock's tone sounded normal, and his expression was also normal, but judging from Qinghe's experience, it shouldn't be that simple. right.

"The way you are now gives me reason to think that you want to—"

Halfway through Sherlock's words, the girl's eyes widened, "What 'I want'?something is wrong with you. "

The famous detective naturally understood immediately, and he was even more meaningful, "What kind of yellow waste is in your mind? I didn't say anything." He added: "...You are not right either."

"221B Baker Street is also an illegal place. In this way—" Qing He swallowed unconsciously, "In this way, he will be captured."

"They can't control it." Sherlock became even more rampant, and he took a step forward.

At the same time, Qinghe heard his deep voice: "Legal relationship."

It's just such a small step, but it can bring the physical distance between him and Qinghe infinitely closer.This time, as long as he bends down slightly, he can taste the delicacies that he has been thinking about for many days.

"The way you are now gives me reason to think that you want to stay."

Sherlock's eyes were condescending, but the usual arrogance disappeared at this moment like dewdrops meeting Xiguang.Instead of this arrogance, there is a brisk tenderness.

Listen carefully, Sherlock is not really reasoning now, because love cannot be reasoned.

This is where his inner hope lies.

The gift she had dreamed of was within reach. She didn't run away this time, nor did she make any extreme moves. Instead, she was quietly wrapped in his arms like this.

Sherlock has never hesitated, he wants what he wants now, and he will never wait until the next time.

Next time means probably, never.

The man kissed the girl's delicate and fair cheek.This time the lips were not the main battlefield, he just kissed the corner of Qinghe's lips lightly and then continued down. His kiss continued to burn down the girl's slender neck like a flame, and he kept pecking and kissing, with bruises. The traces appeared faintly, and Qinghe couldn't help but yelled.

I am.

The girl clenched her teeth in the next second, trying not to let this shameful cry come out again.

But she seemed to underestimate the man's desire to win.

Sherlock buried his head in her neck, nibbled the tender flesh on the side of her neck in retaliation, and Qinghe couldn't help but reach out and pat his shoulder—this is of course useless in Sherlock's view, compared to Punishment, more like the new flirting.

Taking advantage of Qinghe's lack of energy, he stopped his movements, reached out and touched the girl's cheek, and met her resentful sparkling eyes.

"I am serious about you in this world." He stared at her for a long time, as if he wanted to memorize every slight change in the girl's expression, the cynicism in his expression receded, and it permeated Qinghe's eyes It's all about focus.

"I've always followed my own thoughts and actions, which is easy to understand—drink water when I'm thirsty, eat when I'm hungry, let my mind move when I'm bored, and throw things that don't interest me out of the memory palace." Sherlock said, "I You rarely care what other people think, you just follow your own thinking."

His words are calm and powerful.

"But that way... you will obviously run away." Sherlock's light-colored eyes were filled with some complex emotions, and Qinghe didn't really want to delve into the ingredients in it at the moment.

"So, do you want to stay?"

"I'm asking for your opinion."