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

At this moment, Qinghe had already sat up.She put her legs together and sat on the edge of the bed.

Hearing what Sherlock said, she was a little puzzled, and then her gaze, which was glued to the wire, shifted to Sherlock.

For the latter, this is almost as good as it gets.

"What do you mean?" Compared with Sherlock's firm tone, Qinghe's answer was a bit dry.

She even stopped the small movements just now, after all, she was really puzzled——

What other connection could there be other than the so-called "roommate"?

But the expression on Sherlock's face looked serious.

Qinghe felt that the pressure that had finally disappeared swept over again.

...It cannot be ruled out that the world consciousness did not tell her all the information.

But as soon as she thinks of this, Qinghe instinctively doesn't want to think about it.

Originally, traveling in different worlds consumed a lot of her emotions as a human being. If she continued to think about this damn question every day, maybe one day, even those thin feelings would be lost. It ceases to exist, and maybe it truly becomes a walking dead.

Sherlock carefully examined the expression on Qinghe's face, trying to find any clues from it—the fact is that there is none.

But the girl in front of him stared at him closely at this moment, as if there was something else on his face.

Obviously, Qinghe was expecting that he would continue to speak instead of being silent like he is now.

It was the black-haired girl who broke the silence that seemed to last forever, and she swallowed slightly in her throat.

He said tentatively, "You don't like me, do you?"

Sherlock should have thought of it a long time ago. Unlike her relatively restrained appearance, Qinghe would occasionally say very bold and straightforward words inadvertently.

"It doesn't take time to like someone."

Qinghe let out a soft ah, and at the same time muttered: "What, I didn't answer the question at all... Forget it, I'm leaving here now, see you later! It doesn't matter if I can't see you!"

When he said the last sentence, Qinghe swore that he definitely didn't do it on purpose, but he couldn't hide his joyful tone no matter what.

In order to prevent himself from saying even more strange words in the future, Qinghe decided to keep his mouth shut.

"You can't go."

Qinghe's movement of getting out of bed was stopped by Sherlock, just when the girl was still confused, Sherlock glanced around casually and finally noticed something.

"Stay here, don't move." After Sherlock finished speaking, he walked to the TV wall, where there was a large screen similar to the LCD TV at home.

It's just that it's not allowed to open now, so it's completely dark on the surface, and Qinghe can see her own sitting slender figure vaguely projected above it.

Qinghe looked at Sherlock with some doubts, and asked, "Are you going to watch TV?"

When the word TV came out of her mouth again, Qinghe was still a little uncomfortable. After all, it seemed that she hadn't really lived in such a convenient modern society for a long time.There are also many wires on the power strip placed on the small coffee table under the TV wall, which is a complete mess in Qinghe's view.

Hmm... just like her life.

Sherlock didn't answer her words, but walked there silently on his own.

This time he squatted down, reached out and took out a remote control, and lit up the huge LCD screen.

This channel just happened to be broadcasting a breaking news.

The background was a rainy day, and the reporter was wearing a raincoat and was still broadcasting the latest news about a serial murderer.

The reporter's business-like tone without any ups and downs entered the girl's ears through the screen.

"As you can see, Carey Chester, the suspect on the arrest warrant, fled to the city in Richmond five days ago and committed the crime again. The police have cordoned off the area where the crime scene is located... Please call the Police Department immediately ..."

After the sound disappeared, a short video about the suspect not long ago appeared on the screen, as well as a high-definition headshot.

Qinghe stared at the screen seriously, and found that this person seemed familiar.

She turned her puzzled eyes to Sherlock, only to see that he locked the door this time.

Her beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and a scene suddenly flashed before her eyes.

This, this is not——!

Not long ago when she was pinned down on the bed by Sherlock, before Sherlock blocked her view of the door, she caught a glimpse of a figure very similar to the suspect broadcast on TV.

Qinghe even twitched his eyelids.

It seems that I am really unlucky in this world, otherwise, how could there be such a situation where I lived in the same hotel with a serial murderer or even passed by each other?

Qing He thought for no reason, that person wouldn't kill everyone in the middle of the night, right...?

"...I see." Qinghe finally said, "I won't leave."

Is he worried about me?

"But..." The girl's eyes fell on Sherlock's hand that was still holding the remote control.

"Don't turn it off, if there is a voice, it won't sound so lonely." The girl's tone was very soft and soft.

In fact, in ordinary times, Qinghe's character is not really any special shining point.But many times, when she thinks back about the things she has experienced so far, a very strange illusion will appear in her heart.

It felt as if it wasn't her who was going through all this, but just a girl also named Qinghe.

Because sometimes, because of that heart, without warning, she will make some actions that are completely out of her mind.

Just like now-

She stared at Sherlock's familiar appearance in this love hotel room, and an inexplicable jealousy gradually filled her chest.He started to think wildly.

Had he been to such a place before?

Who did he sleep on this kingsize bed with?

And why...she can't feel any aura that a "suitor" should have in him at the moment?

But it was clear that she was the one who really had the dominance spiritually, but at this moment, a feeling similar to jealousy arose in her heart.

This body actually began to suddenly lose control because of a subtle nonsensical thought that only existed in his mind.

……

Knowing that the serial murderer who acted very viciously was dormant in this hotel, and the continuous rainstorm outside blocked the traffic, Qinghe could only listen to Sherlock, stay in this room 601 obediently, and waited. The next day comes.

That night.

After Qinghe took a bath, he walked out of the bathroom in light pajamas.

Sitting on the sofa, she couldn't help thinking about how to sleep tonight.

But having said that, fortunately, there were a lot of clothes in the suitcase she carried with her, otherwise... she wouldn't wear the thin as cicada's wings that came with this hotel, it was simply invisible.

There is still no excessive communication and dialogue between her and Mr. Detective.

Qinghe belongs to the type of dealing with things that can not be provoked without provoking, and she is working very hard to reduce her presence in front of Sherlock.Although death can also make her quickly strip this world, but so far, she is not special and wants to use this method.

still a little pain...

And she hates pain very much.

But Sherlock is the kind of person who doesn't like to talk nonsense, so he doesn't chat.

Qinghe thinks this is also very good.Very good.

The bathroom is almost diagonally facing the big bed.So Qinghe sat at the end of the bed, from where she could just see the slender silhouette projected on the bathroom door.

Oh yes, how is it possible that the bathroom door - especially in a love hotel - isn't nearly transparent?

The door is similar to frosted, and it can usually reflect a vague figure.Coupled with the fact that the water mist inside is now attached to it, that figure is even more imaginative.

Listening to the sound of water, Qinghe was a little lost in thought for a while.

Ah, how should I put it...

In such a peaceful and quiet environment, even a small sound will be amplified countless times, let alone such an obvious sound as the sound of water.

The girl stared at the slender silhouette.Although it seems that Sherlock is not easy to get along with, but I have to say that his figure is really good...

Even if you only see a vague silhouette, this fact is as clear as one plus one equals two.

Sometimes a vague silhouette can be more attractive than blunt nudity.

In the next second, Qinghe couldn't help but think, this room is so big, wouldn't there be that shadow when I take a shower by myself...?Very rarely, a faint shyness suddenly crept up in her heart.

After an unknown amount of time, Sherlock finally came out of the bathroom.

Qing He calculated it in his mind, and it was only 10 minutes... Sure enough, the detective itself is a very delicate machine, and even the time required for things like taking a bath is kept within a very precise range.

But it was just these ten minutes, but she felt as if a whole century had passed.

Right now, she really has nothing to do.

I can only hope that after tomorrow, I can get more personal space.

I don't know if all men are like this, Sherlock only had a white bath towel tied around him, and he casually wiped his hair with a white towel in his hand.The drops of water that hadn't been wiped off fell to the bottom along the texture of the beautiful abdominal muscle line.

That's what Qinghe can't see now.

Sherlock noticed the girl's straight and undisguised gaze, and his mood seemed to improve a lot, so he looked towards Qinghe.

And the moment the girl met Sherlock's eyes, she quickly looked away.

See no evil, see no evil.

After much deliberation, the girl finally asked the question that had troubled her for a long time: "We..."

She scratched her face, as if she hadn't organized her words yet.

But Sherlock didn't say anything to urge her, but just kept silent and listened patiently.

It was originally a pair of blue-green eyes with no warmth.Even if there is even a trace of ardor in it, it cannot be obtained through the normal events of life.

But now the look in Sherlock's eyes is very gentle, and the indifference around him at first has also quietly faded away.With his semi-dry black curly hair, it feels like a big black cat is staying in place, slightly raising its proud head, quietly waiting for your approach.

The big cat withdrew its sharp claws for a moment by chance, and showed its docile side towards you.

An impulse to pluck Sherlock's hair grew wildly in Qing He's heart like mushrooms after a spring rain.

The black-haired girl felt that if she really did this, she might die...

She suppressed this sudden impulse, unconsciously clenched the bed sheet with one hand, and let out the words in her mind without checking——

"How are you sleeping?"