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

This is a very ambiguous statement.

After Qinghe said this, she didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt the atmosphere suddenly changed.

Qinghe even wanted to bite his tongue lightly, what kind of words were they talking about?

She wanted to explain something, but it seemed as if it would only get darker and darker.

never mind--

The girl thought about this, then immediately turned her eyes away, and decided to end this special topic with silence.

After all, she didn't really want to have a hearty late-night conversation in this situation.

Sherlock stared at her for a while, with a serious look in his eyes.From his point of view, the distance between the girl and him was not very far, and he only needed to take a casual step or two to see her face more deeply.

Qinghe's black hair is like ink, because he just took a shower not long ago, so the hair hanging on his shoulders is still a little wet.This moistness was mixed with a fragrance similar to champagne roses, using the wind flowing in the room as a medium, it smoothly penetrated into the tip of Sherlock's nose.

But he was silent for a while first, and just when Qinghe thought the episode was over, he spoke again: "How do you want to sleep?"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, it was visible to the naked eye that the girl sitting at the end of the bed trembled visibly as if she had been struck by an electric current all over her body.

what……

Qinghe feels that the current situation is not very good.

Mr. Detective's words are exactly the same as the one she said before, with exactly the same charm and full of ambiguity.

If you take it apart, each word is very normal, but when combined together, it is inevitable to imagine something wrong.

……

The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows had been drawn, and the lights had been completely turned off.Qinghe lay on his side on the bed, the scene in front of him was naturally dark no matter how he looked at it.

When the field of vision is restricted and blinded, the other five senses will become more prominent.

Just like now, any sound that is currently coming out of this room will be heard completely and completely.

Darkness is not Qinghe's favorite substance.However, the original owner of her heart enjoyed it, so Qinghe's mind would occasionally be forced to flash some memories that did not actually belong to her.

Moreover, in a certain world before, Qinghe was once imprisoned, and he was in such a dark room.It's just that compared to the temporary nature of the present, the darkness at that time was permanent.

Qinghe still remembered the frenzied look on that man's face when he stared at her.

She shook her head and decided to get rid of these extra thoughts from her mind, after all, this was not such a pleasant thing.

If the nightingale could only sing in a cage, then the tactful chants it uttered would not be pleasant enough.

It was obvious that he was very tired before, but now he has no sleepiness at all.

The black-haired girl moved slightly, and she caught a glimpse of Sherlock on the sofa from the corner of her eye, who seemed to be still asleep.

Originally, she wanted to sleep on the sofa by herself. After all, she did not book this room, and there was no reason for being invited.It's her own problem - she went to the wrong place when she was not familiar with it, and it became like this.

So... It must be that she has caused the other party to suffer.

However, when she proposed to sleep on the sofa by herself before, she was mercilessly rejected.

But if they sleep together, even if the bed is really big, it's not the same thing at all...

Qinghe felt that one thing more is worse than one thing less, so he decided to just close his eyes.

As long as you insist on not moving for a period of time, if your head is empty, I believe you will fall asleep soon.

Open your eyes, tomorrow is another day.

However, in the next second, everything went in the opposite direction to her expectation.

"Can you sleep with me?" In the darkness, the girl turned her back to him and said suddenly.

? ? ? ? ? !

In such a quiet atmosphere, the girl's crisp voice was so powerful that it was impossible to ignore it.

Someone lying on the sofa heard this and moved a little.

It was only then that Qinghe realized belatedly that it was that damn Fu Jiang consciousness who made a decision for her in such a short moment and said such a ridiculous sentence.

Ah this.

She doesn't really want to be close to anyone.

But then again, she didn't think the detective would really agree.

This kind of unreasonable request is really... The Arabian Nights.

Qinghe could even really breathe in the excuses she found for herself.

She decided to strike while the iron was hot.It is her consistent style to not take the usual way, although this overly gorgeous face will always give other people a quite real illusion.

Qinghe didn't move, but his breath became short of breath.

Sorry Sherlock.

She said so in her heart.

Immediately, Qinghe heard herself say in a delicate and light tone: "I suddenly feel a little cold, so I hope you can come closer."

To be honest, it's embarrassing to say this clearly.However, she felt that such sentences were very likely to annoy suitors, or heighten their disgust.

She was like this once before, pretending to be too frivolous and exaggerated on the surface, and kept saying something that could touch people's hearts, but the next second when the other party thought she would just get close like this, she turned to have a close relationship with others Communication - this method really pissed off that poor "suiter".

but……

Qinghe is actually not very willing to look back at that ending.

In short, she believes that as long as she controls the speed well, she will not overturn.

Although I smoke and drink, I'm a good girl.Suddenly there is an inside taste.

But after a few minutes, the other party didn't want to speak.Qinghe didn't even need to look back, he knew that the other party must be as silent as a stone sculpture at the moment.There may also be a hint of low pressure, after all, she is disturbing this otherwise quiet night, and even at the beginning, it is not her problem alone.

Qinghe savored his actions and Sherlock's reaction carefully.

Tsk tsk, it looks like you are really hated, right?

Otherwise, if there is even a sliver of love, you will not even be able to wait for a moment, just like a little eel, you will just crawl into the bed that has actually become warm, right?

Qinghe decided to add fuel to the fire again.Better to let him say that he hates her so much.In this way, she can immediately get out of this endless cycle of fate.

She licked her lips. Due to the air conditioner in the room, her lips felt a little dry after not getting any water for a long time.

Qinghe racked his brains in his mind thinking about what to say next.

Her memory is indeed incomplete, some things are so vague that there are only a few intangible silhouettes left, while others are deeply profound.

However, Qinghe has become accustomed to this, and she quickly flipped out a sentence in her mind that was very fresh in her memory——

"If it were me, I would definitely make you happy every day."

After Qinghe said this, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.

Hehe, if nothing unexpected happened, she would definitely make the other party's first impression of her down again and again.

How could a woman who behaved so frivolously when she first arrived could catch his eyes?

Even if the beautiful face gives him enough visual impact, in the next daily relationship, because of the deeper field of personality, he will feel that he is not speculative.

Well, my task is completed ahead of schedule——

Qinghe was in a very happy mood, and it was very rare for her to have such big mood swings and ups and downs.It felt like reclaiming a part of her soul as an ordinary human again, and it made her feel very, truly, heartfelt joy.

This is destined to wait for Sherlock's response, but she didn't expect any response.

Qinghe decides to close her eyes, hoping that when she wakes up this time, everything will return to the right track, and once again, she will get the happiness that can be touched just by reaching out.

If it is said that God created this world, then this time she hopes that all these processes can be reversed.

But Qinghe Mingming closed his eyes when Sherlock's magnetic voice sounded in his ears.

"What are you laughing at?" The man leaned very close.He said so.

His tone was very calm, but the girl opened her eyes almost instantly, and wanted to jump up in surprise, but she had no choice but to hold on to the bed sheet under her because the people beside her were too close.

I don't know if it was Qinghe's illusion, but there was a kind of teasing in his tone.

"No..." Qinghe's voice was very low, and he restrained the expression on his face, feeling like the teacher Cha Gang, and the whole person remained motionless like a good student.

But it's really strange, how did he know that I was laughing in such a dark environment?

Hmm, didn't make any sound...

Qinghe was a little confused.But she was embarrassed to say something.

The next moment, she felt the place behind her sink.The mattress will be temporarily pressed down when it is stressed.

what--?

Qinghe feels that the current situation is completely out of line.

She controlled her body to move to the other side without any trace, trying to stay away from him.

However, he immediately held down one shoulder, and pulled it back half forcefully and half softly.

This time Qinghe's field of vision was looking upwards, and the destination was the pitch-black ceiling.

She could feel both of them breathing, and at the same time, a faint smell of candy apples entered her olfactory system.

She couldn't be more familiar with this smell.

It was the same scent as the body wash she used.

Qinghe stood still like a puppet, and then Sherlock said——

"look at me."