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

Qinghe's brain froze, and he didn't know how to answer Sherlock's words.

Still, the expression on her face was calm, or rather calm.

Not knowing what kind of thought she had, she turned her head slightly, "What's the matter?"

Although there was a movement of turning his head here, Qinghe didn't really take a step closer.

Everyone has their own psychological safety zone, and most of the time, everyone will involuntarily maintain or fulfill the concept of this spiritual zone.

Even if Qinghe is completely non-human to some extent, she will still have such a psychological safety zone in her spiritual world.

Even if Sherlock Holmes is indeed her connection to this strange parallel world, she still instinctively thinks that the person in front of her is not really trustworthy.

Well, it's not that I have any prejudice against him, it's just...

After going through too much, the whole heart becomes hard to trust others.

After Qinghe finished saying that sentence, he lowered his eyes, but he didn't just close his eyes like this, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier.

The rustling sound of raindrops hitting the glass scratched Qing He's ears, causing her thoughts to drift outside the window.

In fact, she likes the rain very much. It would be even better if her shoes would not get wet when walking on the road.

Sherlock didn't answer her question again.

Qinghe seemed to be accustomed to this silence.In fact, her original temper has been honed to be quite peaceful when dealing with "suitors" of different personalities in several different worlds.

If she occasionally showed an arrogant and arrogant look, it must not be the real her.

After Sherlock approached, for Qinghe, the most intuitive feeling was that it suddenly became much warmer.

Qinghe's body temperature has always been low, and if you touch it suddenly, you will feel a little cold.This is her physical problem.

But Sherlock is different—

He is so hot.

The black-haired girl had been huddled under the quilt, and her covered hand suddenly moved.After all, she has been in this current posture for a long time without moving, which made her body almost stiffen.

She had to do something to ease the stiffness.

Unexpectedly, she obviously just moved her fingers casually, but accidentally touched Sherlock's wrist along the gap of the quilt.

She quickly retracted it like an electric shock, and the strange emotion that had been lingering in her heart became more intense.

The black-haired girl didn't even turn her head to look at him, because this action was too much to cover up.

But...it's obviously impossible to sleep like this...

Qinghe didn't care about what kind of hotel it was, she just wanted to get to dawn as soon as possible.

It's easy to be on your nerves when you're so close to a detective.

Halfway through, she didn't know what she thought of, she suddenly turned her head to look at the person beside her.

This glance met Sherlock's blue-green eyes squarely.

Even in the dark, his eyes seemed to be glimmering, and one couldn't help but look at them a few more times, and finally indulged in them.

He didn't say a word, luckily Qinghe thought he was already asleep!

Unexpectedly, she still looked so energetic, with piercing eyes... This made her suddenly not know what to say.

"You haven't slept yet?" Qinghe's intuition told her that she must say something to relieve the currently condensed atmosphere.

But obviously this is completely knowingly asking, and the facts are clearly in front of us.For some reason, even though the two are very close, they have their own minds.

Qing He smoothed things over for himself, "It's so late, let's go to bed."

She was about to close her eyes as she spoke.

Sherlock was such a strange man, no wonder the information she got from the world consciousness would be that he was not good at socializing.

After all, it really doesn't look easy to get along with...

You can't understand what he is thinking at all, because when he looks at you, he may be observing various details on your body, rather than thinking that you are beautiful.

"I'm thinking about whether what you said before counts." Sherlock finally spoke, and his tone sounded quite calm. If you ignore the content of what he said so far, then Qinghe is indeed very willing to be his listener— —

What words?

Qinghe thought about it for a while, could it be...

"I suddenly feel a little cold, so I hope you can get closer."

She recalled such a sentence that broke the bottom line, and bit her lower lip lightly.

But if you don't do two things, you must use magic to defeat magic.

With a relaxed expression on Qinghe's face, she replied: "I'm just saying it casually, don't you know that beautiful women are the most deceptive?"

When he said these words, his body relaxed, and the stiffness just now completely disappeared.

After all, you have to do a full set of acting.

Beautiful women are the most deceiving.

Sherlock recited this sentence silently in his heart, and finally couldn't help laughing lowly.

Qinghe was quite puzzled, she didn't quite understand why Sherlock would laugh, just as she didn't understand why Sherlock would get so close to her uncharacteristically when they first met.

He should have said no.

Qinghe was silent for a few seconds, and then continued rather unconvinced: "What are you laughing at, is it so funny?"

"What I'm talking about is the truth. It's absolutely innocent. Be careful that you were deceived by me and suffered a tragic death in Waterloo."

What the girl said was half true and half false, but Sherlock's state didn't change in the slightest because of this.

"Really?" Sherlock raised his interest instead, "We'll wait and see."

"However—" he spoke again in the next second, "I hope your acting skills can support your character design."

I don't know what Sherlock was thinking of, but he moved a little closer, getting closer to her.

He kept staring at Qinghe like this, as if he saw the shadow of other people in her.

"You can't confuse me if you deliberately get close!" Qinghe said, "I don't lack any men."

Her tone was slightly raised, and she seemed to be coquettish.

Mr. Detective let out an ah. The voice was not high-pitched, but instead deepened the deep feeling.

"Really?" He seemed to push his feet again, and Chao Qinghe got closer.He stared at her unblinkingly, until finally seeing a blush on the girl's face, he withdrew his gaze in satisfaction.

"up to you."

This kind of thing didn't fit his usual life clock at all.But, he just had a lot of fun with it.

At the moment when Sherlock approached, Qinghe couldn't help holding his breath.

Originally, she thought that what she said just now was bold enough, but she didn't expect that the guy in front of her was obviously more open than her. This is simply...!

However, she doesn't have any position or right reason to blame the place, it's like setting fire to herself!

At this moment, Qinghe's cell phone that had been placed on the bedside table rang suddenly.

"You're the boy whom ordered love."

(You're the boy who murdered love.)

This overly jumpy ringtone suddenly boomed like a bomb and blew up the quiet atmosphere.

She got up immediately, and unknowingly moved a lot away from Sherlock who was beside her.

But when she picked up the phone, there was a busy tone from the opposite side.

Qinghe guessed that this might be a wrong number, she sighed slightly, and finally put the phone back where it was.

Sherlock's eyesight was still very good in the dark, and he could clearly see a strange blush on the black-haired girl's face as white as moonlight.

But Qinghe didn't notice Sherlock's gaze, she just stood by the bed all the time, didn't think about whether to lie back or not.

Who knew that this guy didn't play cards according to common sense at all?

But Sherlock sat up, facing Qinghe sideways, and Qinghe's eyes could see that his back was straight until now, and his usually sharp eyes were blurred by the darkness of the room. , he seemed to be thinking about something.

Qinghe looked at the man quietly, and just a second before she was about to make a sound, Sherlock lifted the quilt, but within a few seconds, he seemed to teleport in front of her.

He didn't say a word, just reached out and touched the girl's forehead, "Sure enough."

"You are very hot now, and you don't know about it?"

The black-haired girl's eyes widened slightly, this rare honesty softened Sherlock's movements, the two of them looked at each other, and Qinghe saw a trace of concern in his eyes.

"You really haven't changed at all." The vocal cords in his throat vibrated, making a low-pitched tone like a cello.

After pausing for a moment, he added: "Little bird."