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

Qinghe was firmly confined by him in a specific narrow range, and she could see the expression on Sherlock's face most clearly when she raised her eyes slightly.Of course, she could also feel the other person's breath falling on her exposed skin-this breath was originally very light, but now it is slowly aggravating as time goes by.

Under such an overly intimate distance, it is certainly not a wise person's decision to move wildly as before.

But before thinking about this question, Qinghe couldn't help paying a little more attention to what Sherlock said just now.Because, this sounds a bit familiar.

"I'm asking for your opinion."—This kind of words is not at all what a proud and conceited person like Sherlock would say, and the girl feels very strange, it feels like she has heard it before This sentence is the same.

Qinghe racked his brains to find an answer to answer Sherlock, but found that none of them seemed to make sense.

It doesn't seem very good to say yes or no directly...

But if you choose to say yes, you will understand what will happen next.

So after weighing the pros and cons, Qinghe decided to choose the latter.

Love is a very strange thing. Unrequited love, secret love, or how much you like it is not acceptable, only mutual love is acceptable.Qinghe still doesn't know whether this is a two-way rush.

The answer was ready to come out, Qinghe turned his eyes away, ready to say the word that might make Sherlock feel lost.

But I never expected that the words that came out of my mouth in the end were actually——

"Why not?" the girl Li Li asked back, her tone sounded lazy.She even raised her eyebrows slightly, looking a little arrogant, but unexpectedly pleasing to the eye.

Qinghe cracked.

Obviously this sentence came from her mouth, but it still sounded so unreal when it drilled into the eardrum along the air.

A bunch of wtf roared past her head, this damn world consciousness can always make decisions for her on certain occasions.

This sentence is obviously something she can't take back, and she shouldn't do that out of reason.Because at the moment she heard her reply, Sherlock's eyes lit up instantly, as if a torch was lit in the dark sky, and the light could not be ignored.

The atmosphere suddenly became lighter, as if the gloom was dispelled by the sunlight breaking through the clouds.

"How about we continue to play?" Sherlock let go of her and proposed.

Qinghe glanced back at him suspiciously, and suddenly understood what he meant by "wanwan". Suddenly thinking of what happened just now, his expression changed, and then he stretched out his small fist to hit him.

"No, I'm tired." Qinghe said and slipped under his arm that was lying beside her, but she didn't leave the room, but sat in front of Sherlock's desk.

"It's a stupid game—but I've got you covered," said Sherlock, "and why are you tired down there."

Listen, this is even more arrogant than she looks!

"Or play on the couch? I don't mind." Sherlock added, looking like he really wanted to agree.

"No, no." The girl rested her chin as if she was bored in school, coldly as if she had never heard of this big swan's courtship.

After chattering back and forth several times, Sherlock squatted down, and Qinghe could look down at him this time, which was a strange feeling.He looks like a big black cat, but now the usual slyness and indifference in those light-colored eyes have receded. The light shining in the eyes reminds Qinghe of the neon lights on the Pizza Hut 24hour advertisement. is so attractive.

He seemed to see the looseness of Qinghe's attitude, and he got closer (if it can be called that) quite expertly, and he noticed the girl's other hand that was naturally hanging down—and then gently rubbed against her cheek the palm of her hand.

This time it was more like a cat.

In fact, if you observe carefully, Qinghe can still see that this movement is a little rusty.

But when this cute gesture was made by the detective, the corners of Qinghe's mouth couldn't help but rise slightly. Could it be that he was pleasing her?

Pleasing - that word doesn't sound like an equivalent.But pleasing each other suddenly became equal.

"I really lost to you." The girl sighed, her black hair hanging down smoothly, which is one of the darkest colors in this painting.

"So," she took a deep breath, "what do we do now?"

What she said was very natural, and at the same time her eyes were fixed on the other party, making people feel as if she was being cared about.

Sherlock was just about to say something when he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye and said, "It's not about doing anything, it's not that we can only have sex together. Sometimes as long as we stay together, we will feel good."

"Of course, if you have this demand, I will naturally satisfy you." His eyes caught Qinghe's brows gradually frowning after hearing this, and then his face turned into a liver color.

"...I didn't mean that!" Qinghe retorted, but she smiled again in the next second: "Sherlock, has anyone ever told you that you deserve a beating?"

"They don't dare to say that," Sherlock replied, and as he spoke, he stood up and took a small stool from nowhere and sat down.

"Only you dare here, so I am very special to you, I hope you know." Sherlock's eyes were always shining, and Qinghe couldn't help following the flickering of his eyes.

This man is obviously so tall and thin, sitting on the small bench for children is a bit cute, but also a bit pitiful.

This exchange of gazes and positions between the two feels like the active side in this relationship has suddenly become Qinghe.

From Qinghe's point of view, the others are secondary, mainly because Sherlock's curly hair is more attractive to her.She stretched out her hand and touched it quickly a few times, and when she was about to retract it, Sherlock's wrist was firmly grasped.

The two looked at each other, and Qinghe felt that Sherlock was about to see through her.

The girl bite the bullet and said: "What, why? Can't you just touch it?"

"No." Sherlock replied, "You can't touch a man's head casually."

Qinghe smiled: "Then why did you touch my head before?"

Sounds like an accusation.

"I touched it when I wanted to." Sherlock double-marked extremely, and he beamed with joy, "I happened to see a cute expression on your pretty face, so I touched it by the way, how is it?"

Looking at him like this, he is really drifting, and now he doesn't even think about pretending to use his acting skills to achieve his goals, he is completely calm as hell.

Listening to this hooligan language, Qing He didn't know what to say for a while.

"Okay, okay, can't I go? I can't offend you, so I'll just run away." Qinghe finally thought of how to answer, but Sherlock didn't let go of her tightly held hand.

"From now on, don't even think about running away." Qing He heard Sherlock's tone turn cold again, she really didn't know what she said wrong.

Say more and make more mistakes, say less and make fewer mistakes, is this okay?

"Even if you turn into ashes, I can still find you." Sherlock said in a deep voice.

"Isn't it a bit difficult to turn into ashes...?" Qinghe said softly. She had seriously considered the possibility of turning into ashes in this world just now, and that was too painful, huh.

However, Sherlock, who can also be called a lunatic in a certain way, can recognize the identity of a headless female corpse by looking at his measurements. Maybe... it is not particularly difficult to recognize a person by looking at the ashes?

God, couldn't he be less smart?

But Sherlock smiled again: "I'm afraid you will do something stupid again."

Instead of sitting on the small bench, he stood up and cut Qing He's hands behind her back with one hand.This made her even more immobile.

Qinghe moved a few times and found it was useless, so he said: "Can't you let me go? I just said casually, and I won't mess around."

Maybe something bad happened before, which made Sherlock react so strongly.

Being soft has always been very useful, no man can handle such a charming and discerning girlfriend.

"...Admit that you are mine." Sherlock said, his breath was on the back of the girl's neck at the moment, and Qinghe unexpectedly tasted a melancholy blue from his tone.

But Qinghe doesn't really want to say such things, she doesn't belong to anyone.So she was vague: "I said it before."

"Admit that you are mine, or I won't let you go." Sherlock's tone was firm.

Qinghe felt that he was the kind of man who would never give up until he achieved his goal, so she could only coax: "I agree—I'm yours, okay?"

Qinghe's expected release of hands did not appear, she turned her head, but heard Sherlock chuckle, obviously he was happy with what Qinghe said just now, "But I didn't say that I would definitely let you go."

... Sure enough, no man in the world can believe it!

"If you lie, you will be pricked with a thousand silver needles!" Qing He was a little unconvinced, and she felt that her wrist was about to turn red.Damn it, what are you doing so hard? It's impossible for her to just run away with this kind of muscle weakness, okay?

And the real departure is silent.

Sherlock tightened his grip on her, and it was all about showing that he didn't believe the ballads that bait children.

But Sherlock did something very strange.

His other hand crossed Qinghe's forehead hair, and directly touched the girl's lowered eyelids from the forehead, almost covering her eyes.Sherlock's palm rested on it for a short while, and he could clearly feel the blood vessels beating gently under the other's closed eyelids, which was proof of being alive.

"...Sherlock?" Qing He tentatively pulled back the detective's thoughts.

This subtle anomaly only lasted for a moment before Sherlock let her go.

Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, and just wanted to run away, but couldn't walk after taking a step.

She looked back and saw that the thread of her clothes had caught Sherlock's shirt buttons.

These days, I don't even worry about the thread of my clothes...

This episode made the distance (physical) between the two of them only decrease but not increase, and brought them closer.She was a little flustered - it just so happened that the thread of her dress caught on the last button of Sherlock's shirt.

Qinghe could only lower her head to solve it, maybe the more irritable she was, the more things backfired, anyway, she didn't get it out after 2 minutes.

With such a thin layer of clothing, the presence of Sherlock's body is more obvious.

Qinghe felt that she had always been a pure-hearted person, but now she couldn't help but be attracted by this idea.

She felt that Sherlock's eyes fell on the top of her head and did not move away. The environment suddenly became quiet, and this atmosphere made the sound of breathing extremely obvious.

I don't know how long it took, Qinghe felt that she had worked very hard, and she finally got the damn thread back.

Sherlock felt very hot, obviously his room was not air-conditioned.He tried to take his eyes off the girl.

Unfortunately, he actually began to regret the sentence he said not long ago——

"Don't do anything, it's not just sex when we're together."

……

Sherlock started undressing without saying a word.

He decided to take a shower.

He unbuttoned his shirt one by one from top to bottom, and only halfway through it, he found that the girl who had originally decided to leave the room did not do so, but stood still and stared at his bare upper body.

Qinghe seemed to be attracted, his eyes did not move at all, as if they were still, wishing to see the ups and downs of Sherlock's muscle texture every second in front of him.

It's rare to be honest, after all, who doesn't like beautiful things?

Sherlock can't see through Qinghe completely, after all, he is in such a beautiful situation, and he hasn't figured out whether he should give her to Fa-rectification on the spot or learn from the modest gentleman Liu Xiahui.

She is like a human form/hai/luo//, just standing there exudes endless attraction.

Sherlock was secretly upset for a while, then decided to unbutton his pants.But he found that Qinghe didn't show even the slightest desire to leave, and this problem couldn't be solved even if he turned around.

He doesn't have the sense of shame that ordinary people have about watching and being watched//naked//, but today is not a good time.

Before Qinghe could react, her forehead was covered by a flying blanket.

She frantically tried to take it down, but couldn't find where the boundary was for a while.

This is simply too hateful!It's as damned as if the □□hub loses the Internet halfway through seeing it!

After Qinghe finally opened the thing, the good show she was looking forward to was over.Sherlock wrapped himself in a towel and decided to take a shower.

But she thought of something more important than feasting her eyes.

"What made you unhappy, can you tell me now?" the black-haired girl asked tentatively.

But Sherlock didn't answer her, she could only see the big black cat in front of her narrowing his eyes lazily and showing a subtle but warm smile to her.

Qinghe:?

Hey, what's the matter with showing such a soft smile to her now, obviously she didn't do anything.

"No more." He finally said this, and Qinghe caught a glimpse of light appearing in his pair of pale eyes again.Then he bent down and pulled the girl into his arms with an extremely gentle movement.

Sherlock's clear, cologne-like scent was uncharacteristically clear and dizzy, and he even began to feel a little out of his wits.

The man was really strange——she thought, it was just a little physical contact, and it didn't last long, but why did he look so happy?

This question was brought directly to dreamland by Qinghe.

As a soul without affiliation constantly shuttling through countless worlds, the content of her dreams are almost all things that have happened in the past.That weird feeling came back again - except it wasn't a good dream.

Different from the beautiful scene I dreamed last time, this time what first rushed into Qinghe's field of vision was a cloudless sky as bright as a sapphire.

She moved her body, and her palm felt the rough texture of the thick board—she was lying on the deck, and the cruise ship moved slowly along the route, giving the girl more time to appreciate the bright and shining sky.The morning sun was not too strong, but the girl looked at the sky for a while, and found that her eyes were still a little sore, so she could only sit up and look away.

She remembered a bit—this nine-day cruise on a luxury yacht was booked for her by her "parents" in order to reward her for being admitted to a prestigious university.