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

His posture appeared very relaxed, and the vaguely ambiguous atmosphere before gradually disappeared, as if this was not some love hotel but just his home.

? !

Qinghe was a little confused.

What do you mean?

This was the first time she encountered such a situation after traveling through many different worlds.

The girl was still sitting on the bed and didn't get up, but she tilted her head slightly this time, her eyes, which were as deep and seductive as black crystals, seemed to have discovered something strange, and the eyes had been glued to Sherlock without moving rashly. .

Sherlock's move indeed subverted Qinghe's previous cognition to a certain extent.

After all, under the control of the so-called world consciousness, the magical power of "making everyone fall in love with her" that came from her body has been magnified countless times.Even Sherlock's brain with such clear and meticulous thinking, logically speaking, there is no way to really stay out of it.

but……

The next thought made Qinghe feel a little bit of joy.

The famous detective in front of her seemed completely uninterested in her.

Think about it too.

After all, although her appearance looks very delicate and beautiful, just looking at her will have a thrilling effect, but to be honest, she feels like a high school student who has not experienced much in the world .

Indeed——compared with those women in this world who wear bags/hips/skirts, wriggling/water snake waists, hot/spicy//sexy/sensual/and/yan/light/four/shot/, Qinghe is indeed more like a Unripe peaches.In general, it is not very interesting to mention picking.

Qinghe just stared straight at the black-haired man in front of him, and at the same time carefully examined the information he had so far in his mind.

It is said that the Sherlock Holmes in front of me came to 221b Baker Street a few years after graduating from university to carry out his great career as a consulting detective.Indulging in all kinds of strange murders, he seems to others to be the kind of person who is eccentric and difficult to get close to. As it should be, he has no friends.

Ha ha, let alone any extra experience with the opposite sex.

Qing He stared at the female single flower in front of him, and couldn't help a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Thinking that the overly cold and arrogant detective in front of him is actually a solo mother, Qinghe's long-lost sense of security has been overwhelmed at this moment.

She didn't believe that a man with zero relationship history would be more difficult to deal with than a playboy.

Looking at it this way, Sherlock's way of acting is not so treacherous that it cannot be predicted at all.

Qinghe didn't really want to continue to entangle with him on this kind of matter, she slightly raised the handcuffed left hand and shook it slightly, sighed: "Okay."

The girl spoke softly, but it sounded like she was really lost.

When these words fell into the ears of the famous detective, the taste changed a little.

Sherlock had to admit - he just wanted to see what unexpected actions Qinghe, who broke into the love hotel alone on this rainy day, would do in the current dilemma.

There is indeed a hint of contempt in it, which is true.

But he clearly treats everyone with a very indifferent attitude.

But now he felt a kind of unspeakable compassion.

……

Qinghe withdrew his previous glance at the detective, and turned his eyes to the handcuffs that firmly held his left hand.

Thanks to this small prop of excellent quality, now she is really inseparable from this kingsize bed.

Qinghe stood up, and searched the bedside table and the bed earnestly with his eyes, but he still couldn't catch a glimpse of the key to the expected prop.

Isn't that right, you didn't even give me the key?

No matter how hard Qinghe searched, that thing did not appear at all.

She finally started to feel depressed.

There is no key here, and with her thin arms and legs, she certainly cannot open the handcuffs.

If it was Sherlock, the detective in front of him would definitely solve the problem perfectly within a few seconds.

Qinghe pretended to be indifferent, and glanced at Sherlock who was still standing there without moving.

I saw that person standing in front of the French window just now, looking at the rain outside the window, wondering what he was thinking.

From Qinghe's perspective, he could only see the side face of the other party——

Seems like a really cool and serious guy.

Qinghe thinks so.

Even if he didn't say a word, when he was alone, the slightly furrowed eyebrows didn't return to normal, as if he was troubled by some thoughts.

However, his gaze was very cold, and it seemed to reveal an inorganic indifference.

As for how to get along well with men, Qinghe is actually not very proficient in it, on the contrary, she is very unfamiliar with it.However, she didn't need to do it deliberately, no matter what kind of pleasing behavior it was.Not even the word "pleasing" needed to be in her mind.

In fact, with the blessing of that unique ability, Qinghe can get everyone's love without paying any price.She is like the moon reflected in the clear lake, attracting everyone to pick it.

But...is there really such a feeling in this world that can be quite sincere even without any response?

Qinghe's eyes moved away from Mr. Detective's side face, raised up, and once again fixed on the wall lamp emitting warm light.

She sometimes admires herself from the bottom of her heart, and in any situation, her thoughts will involuntarily diverge to other places.Perhaps, this is the sequelae left by her giving up living as a real human being and traveling in different worlds.

After all, this instinct to disperse thoughts can become a tool that she naturally pours out to save herself when she is controlled by various abnormal means.

however……

Qing He bit his lower lip tightly.

Even if Sherlock can really settle everything, he probably won't want to help her now!

Humph.

Thinking of this, Qinghe hummed softly, and the next second she decided to give up on herself.

She lay down again, flat on her back.The right hand is slightly clenched and placed a little lower than the chest, while the left hand is stretched out to the side, keeping a short distance from the other side where the handcuffs are connected, so as not to scratch the delicate wrist due to movement problems.

In layman's terms, it's like a salted fish that can't move after being stranded.

Even though his current posture is indeed a bit too casual, Qinghe still wants to occupy a little bit of the initiative, even if it's just for a moment.

The girl's crisp voice broke the tranquility here: "Forget it, I decided to stay here, as for this kind of thing—"

She said and shook the chain on her hand: "Let's talk about it tomorrow. The boat will naturally sink when it reaches the bridge."

In fact, what Qing He said was not all lies.

She was really a little tired.

After all, he spent more than ten hours on the plane anyway.And the plane even encountered bad weather during the flight, this luck...

No, just after saying this, when Qing He was lying on the bed, his eyelids started to fight.

This surprised her a little.

After all, she had never experienced such a situation in the previous worlds she traveled through.

In other worlds, Qinghe seldom feels physically exhausted, and more exhausted comes from the spirit instead.

Qinghe attributed this to temporary acclimatization.

Besides, aside from this point, for some reason, even though Sherlock next to her is not so close to her at the moment, as long as this person is around, she will feel a long-lost peace of mind. .

After Sherlock heard this, he retracted his gaze that had been firmly locked outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.However, he still looked as if he was not interested in anything, and his expression was indifferent.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the slender girl lying down again.There was no quilt on that bed, so after a while she appeared to be about to curl up.

Sherlock is very familiar with this.

Although his sleeping posture was as regular as a burial, he felt that Qinghe's curled up posture like a developing baby in the mother's womb was cute for no reason.

However, this posture is said to be an action that people who feel insecure will be more inclined to do.

The expression on Sherlock's face remained unchanged, and he took a few steps closer to the bed.

Sure enough, he caught a glimpse of Qinghe's slightly closed eyes.

The eyelashes trembled slightly like a fluttering butterfly, and before Qing He's vision was completely plunged into darkness due to the drop of her eyelids, she opened her eyes and met Sherlock's falling gaze with some cunning.

She knew that this guy would definitely soften his heart quietly.

After all, she has such an incredible ability.

Even if the thought would make her seem ruthless, she still had to think: no matter what method is used, it is best to get out of here first.

Seeing the completely different expression on Qinghe's face, Sherlock raised his eyebrows.

Qing He couldn't wait to say that sentence: "Do you have the key to unlock it, Mr. Holmes?"

The name Mr. Homles was uttered by her, and it had a different taste for no reason.

Sherlock's heart was slightly unhappy.

However, he stared at the girl's face, and after realizing the fact that there was no one else on the face reflected in those pupils, he felt a kind of mild happiness that just rightly diluted the unhappiness in his heart just now.

I have to say that Qinghe's current well-behaved appearance is indeed very pleasing to the eye.

It is true that two people in an intimate relationship came together at first because they were similar to a certain extent.But to be able to maintain this relationship, complementarity is also necessary.

And every time he faced Shangqing and those beautiful eyes, he would quietly lose.

Although, he rarely revealed this matter openly.

The feeling of being copied like this is really uncomfortable.Therefore, Qinghe strikes while the iron is hot: "Please, help me. Don't you consult the detective? You must know everything."

She was not stingy about this kind of praise. Under her continuous rainbow fart attacks, as expected, Sherlock's attitude was much looser than before.

He seemed to sigh, and then moved closer.

This action made Qinghe choke on what he was going to say next.

"Obviously, Ms. Chen, with your goldfish brain with seven-second memory, you haven't figured out what's wrong with this matter." Sherlock interrupted her without any explanation, and took out a wire from somewhere.

He poked the wire into the small hole in the silver handcuffs, fiddled with it twice seemingly casually, and the handcuffs immediately opened with a snap.

Everything was flowing smoothly, and Qinghe inevitably looked enviously at the magical wire in his hand.

"Then you can open the lock of other people's house casually?" Qing He rubbed his already red wrist, joked, and even smoothed the soft wire from Sherlock's hand very naturally.

She didn't take what Sherlock said just now to heart.It's better to say - Qinghe's attention will always focus on very strange places.

"Why don't you give it to me? I'll definitely need it in the future." Qinghe patted his chest quite expertly.He completely forgot what Sherlock said just now.

Just as she was playing with the wire on her hand, Sherlock suddenly squatted down and looked at her.

"I've seen you." He directly overturned his initial impression.