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

The frivolity that should have been in his tone seemed to be absent at the beginning, but it suddenly disappeared at this moment.

Staring at his serious face, Qinghe closed her eyes, trying not to disturb her thoughts by this beauty.

What should I do...

Should we follow his will, or should we reject him?

Qing He thought about this matter, and inadvertently frowned.

Harry just kept the original position, staring at her face silently, not knowing what he was looking at.

Then, he suddenly stretched out his hand, and poked the black-haired girl's eyebrows with two fingers. This action naturally smoothed her brows.

Qinghe was taken aback, but heard the other party laughing, "I'm just kidding you, are you serious?"

Hearing this, Qinghe was suddenly a little embarrassed. Harry's words made her heave a sigh of relief, but she felt that the truth was not what he said——

So the girl asked again: "Really?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in her tone: "Did you just... just kidding?"

The girl's reaction actually amused Harry, and he leaned closer with a smirk, and whispered softly, "Then you mean, you hope, I'm not kidding?"

This sudden teasing made Qing He startled, "I didn't say that!"

"It was really useless to worry about you just now." Qinghe snorted, stood by the bed, and tried to tear away Harry's quilt.

But she didn't expect that Harry didn't resist at all, as if he didn't care about the quilt that could cover all his important parts.

She just pulled it pretendingly, but she didn't use much strength, but she actually let the quilt slightly tilted to the side.

Qinghe let go of the quilt subconsciously.She is not a pervert!

The behavior of the black-haired girl was seen by Harry, and it was unexpectedly cute.

"You, why don't you hold it?" Qinghe still asked.

But Harry admitted generously, "I don't mind being seen by you."

"Furthermore—" he hesitated to speak, but according to Qinghe's intuition, it was not a good thing to say.

"It's not that you haven't seen it." Harry smiled, "If you want to watch it now, I can fully satisfy your request. It's just..."

He coughed lightly, and the faint smile on his face grew wider, "It's daytime, are you sure?"

Qinghe didn't expect her to ask a question but he said so much, Harry is simply too glib!

How can this be?He clearly knew that she didn't mean that at all!

As a result, Qinghe blushed, and he admired her face with great interest.

After a while, Harry was the first to speak, "Didn't you say you were going to class?"

Qinghe hummed, and then she seemed to suddenly think of something extraordinary, and quickly checked the time, it wasn't long!

Harry saw the urgency on her face, and stopped teasing her, but said very understandingly, "You go."

"Then... what do you do?" Qinghe was a little uncertain, her voice revealed concern.

"I'll leave on my own," Harry replied, raising his eyebrows again, "Or do you want me to stay here overnight?"

"I mean, what if you get smaller again?" Qing He turned his eyes away, "If someone from your company finds out, will they..."

The words "bad for you" were stopped before they could be uttered.

"I can handle it," Harry said, "I accept your concern."

Harry sat up suddenly after saying this, and the quilt slid down to his waist.His skin was dazzlingly white, and Qinghe hurriedly looked away without daring to look.

"Lend me your phone," Harry said suddenly.

Qinghe didn't ask, just handed it over.

Harry lowered his eyelashes, looking at the phone's dial keys with a bewildered expression.

He wanted to leave here, of course he needed clothes that fit, theoretically the secretary could also be responsible for the daily life of the boss.

It's just that Harry really doesn't know Felicia's phone number.

It's not that he couldn't remember it all of a sudden, but he never remembered it, not to mention that he didn't call her very often, and it was usually Felicia who called him serially.

After thinking about it, Harry backed out, clicked on the shopping app instead, and logged in to his account.

Qinghe stared at him in silence for a long time, and finally heard Harry say, "Okay."

He didn't even log out of his account, so that all the things he bought just now were seen by Qinghe.

She suddenly saw something, which was for girls.

This discovery made her very puzzled.

"Bought for you," Harry said lightly, "I just took a casual look at your shopping cart."

"...Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?" Although it was a scumbag to say so, Qinghe couldn't help asking like this.

"I've always been nice to you," said Harry. "Watch your words."

"I think you're going to need some safe K's," said Harry, "as a gift from you for taking me in."

It had to be said that the feeling Harry gave her now was completely different from the one he had when they first met.

Qinghe felt that he might be shaking M, but suddenly he missed the prickly him at the beginning.

Maybe the thorny rose has a special charm?

However, it was undeniable that she was still a little moved when she heard Harry's words.

The delivery Harry ordered was really fast, and before Qinghe could respond to his words, the doorbell rang.

Qinghe ran to pick up the courier as if fleeing.Harry was left alone in the room, staring at her back thoughtfully.

The smile just now completely disappeared, and another kind of indescribable earnestness swept his heart.This other kind of affection caused a faint storm to brew in his twinkling blue eyes.

Wild.

Of course, this is just the calm before the storm.

So... continue to take me in.

Qinghe crossed the zebra crossing and looked up at his destination.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and it was already past dinner time, so there were only pedestrians walking slowly in twos and threes on the bridge not far away.

What caught my eye was a well-repaired small building, only three floors, with stairs built at the entrance, and Roman-style pillars, but the big and shining signboard in front of me perfectly betrayed this classicism .

The signboard is made up of small lavender lanterns connected one by one, and the flickering pale light at this time is very conspicuous at night.Qinghe glimpsed a few meaningless letters written on it.

She stared at the building in front of her for a while, and hesitated for a while whether to go in or not.

Uh, K doesn't feel like some serious institution...

So she thought again, the group chat message about the motorcycle club that suddenly appeared on the phone not long ago.

This message automatically appeared on her mobile APP list. The general idea of ​​the message is that a gathering of fans will be organized in a week, and I hope everyone can attend on time.

Qinghe has no interest in this kind of thing at all.And since she didn't remember that she had joined such a motorcycle club at all, then it should be the setting that the world consciousness stuffed into her.

Although she hates the world consciousness, she has to say that without the occasional imposition of this world consciousness, no matter where she goes, a person like her would not be able to sneak into the world of normal people as safely as she is now. in the group.

Having said that, of course she will not participate!

She knew nothing about locomotives, let alone two hundred yards.

Just the cold wind blowing in the back seat was enough to make her dizzy.

Therefore, Qinghe will definitely refuse, at least an excuse not to participate.

however……

The words she just typed into the chat box immediately disappeared inexplicably, as if someone had pressed the backspace key for her in the dark.

Qinghe did not believe in evil and tried several times, but the result was still the same as before.

She couldn't utter any words of rejection at all, not even the kind that beat around the bush.

and so……

She cursed the world consciousness in her heart, but still came here.

Now that she is here, she will try her best to keep her personality unchanged.

Qinghe had always thought so in the beginning.

however……

Hehe, just after arriving at the destination, there is an urge to flee at the speed of light immediately.She stood silently in front of the door for a long time, so that passers-by were watching her secretly—Qinghe was afraid of meeting some acquaintances, so she still put on a mask this time.

Go in first, then sneak away at any time.

Ok, deal!

So the girl walked up the steps, and stopped by the door silently to watch for a while, and found that the meeting place set by the motorcycle club was... a bar?

Or is this where the club is...

Qinghe was full of doubts about this so-called motorcycle club, which almost made her brain explode.

Well, why don't you find someone to ask...

Qinghe thought about it, and just took a step forward when K suddenly felt someone pat him on the shoulder.

She turned her head subconsciously, but the moment she saw the other person's face clearly, her heart beat hard and fast.

But contrary to the heartbeat, she seemed to have nothing happened on the surface, and even swallowed all the exclamation that she was about to utter.

"Oh...it's you." Qing He pretended to be calm and said, after thinking about it, she added another title, "Mr. Holmes."

The black-haired man called Mr. Holmes raised his eyebrows, noncommittal to her title.

It's just that his eyes fell on her face rather scrutinizingly, and then he examined her carefully from top to bottom, and finally his eyes stopped on her ankles.

Today Qinghe was wearing jeans, which just covered her previous injuries.

Sherlock stared at her wound, Qinghe stared at him.Looking at the man's usual calm face, Qing He felt that there was nothing wrong with her, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Probably... no, recognize me...

Qing He just thought about it for a while, when he heard him say, "Is your injury okay?"

Qing He quickly replied: "No, it's all right. I'm already well."

Sherlock let out a oh, and stopped talking, as if he was thinking about something, those blue-green eyes were like a deep pool, filled with so many things and feelings, just waiting for a certain moment Suddenly it all poured out.

In order not to make the atmosphere between each other too condensed, Qing He asked, "Excuse me, have you already made an appointment with a friend when you come here today?"

Hearing this, Sherlock glanced at her and replied flatly, "No."

Well, being alone is very much Sherlock's style.Qinghe thought silently in his heart.

However, his next sentence completely surprised Qinghe.

"I'm coming to a party," Sherlock said.

Words like "party" that would be noisy at first hearing were difficult to hear from him, so even Qinghe became a little curious.

"What party?" Qing He asked quickly.

It was only at this time that she realized that she seemed to have talked too much. With Sherlock's character of never trying to please others, he probably would not answer her at all.

But Sherlock said, "A party at a motorcycle club. The date is today."

"It was supposed to start at [-]:[-] p.m., but there was one thing that bothered me and made me think about it for a long time. I came late." His tone was still so flat, but for some reason, when it fell into Qinghe's ears, it sounded like Suddenly brought a little temperature.

As he said that, Mr. Detective took out a pocket watch and played with it in his hand. After looking at it, it turned out that the pointer on it had already pointed to 09:30.

"What about you?" he said suddenly.

Only then did Qinghe come back to his senses, and said with some embarrassment, "I... came to this place for the first time, and I couldn't find the location for a while, and my mobile phone suddenly died on the way, which took me a lot of effort. "

"now what?"

Qinghe looked at him with some confusion, then Sherlock frowned, and said, "Your mobile phone."

"There is already electricity, don't worry."

After saying this, there was an unspeakable silence between the two of them.Obviously this building is actually very noisy, and even though there is only a hundred meters away from the crowd, Qinghe feels that the chattering and chatting not far away are far, far away from her.

Qinghe originally thought that Sherlock would leave first, but after a while, he didn't reveal any intention of leaving, which made her a little puzzled.

Qinghe originally wanted to just stand at the door for a while and leave, but no one would know who she was anyway.

It's just that now that Sherlock is here, she feels a little embarrassed and sneaks away like this.

...as if he had done something shameful.

I only heard Sherlock say faintly: "You are here to attend the party of this motorcycle club."

The answers he gave were always so perfect and reliable, Qinghe could only bite the bullet and admit it.

"Well, yes, except that I—"

However, Sherlock seemed to be interested suddenly, and before she could say the last part, he grabbed her wrist through the sleeve, uncharacteristically, and said cheerfully: "In that case, let's go play together, just me and you .”

Qinghe:?

Hearing this, she raised her head to look at him, her big eyes were full of astonishment.

He deliberately didn't want to hear Qinghe's words of refusal, so he suddenly bent down, as if he had noticed something suddenly, and approached Qinghe little by little.

Qinghe:!

The four eyes met for a long time, so long that Qinghe couldn't help wondering if he was about to be exposed.

The words of refusal that had been planned before disappeared at this moment, replaced by the heat of the skin covered by the mask constantly rising—his eyes seemed to be able to penetrate everything, as easily as the most dazzling brilliance. It can pierce all the camouflage, so even through the mask, there is a feeling of being scrutinized and scrutinized unscrupulously.

Qinghe didn't dare to look into his eyes, and moved away subconsciously.

Then Sherlock, who had been silent all this time, suddenly stretched out his index finger and poked her mask lightly.

He asked, "Aren't you bored?"

There seemed to be no other meaning in his words, as if he really cared.

"No... I'm used to it." Qinghe smiled, but she thought that Sherlock wouldn't be able to see it anyway, so she simply gave up.

"It's good that you smile." After poking the mask, Sherlock returned to his usual alienated appearance.

"What?" Qing He suspected that he had heard wrong.

Sherlock glanced at her, with an emotion in his eyes that she couldn't understand, "literally, I don't want to repeat it again."

"I didn't—" Qinghe's denial paused again, did he just see it?

No, why would he pay attention to such insignificant things?

Without any explanation, he grabbed her wrist again and walked forward.

"You don't want to know what I was thinking on the way here?" His words floated into Qinghe's ears clearly.

Qinghe felt strange for a while, "Tell me. What is it?"

"I was wondering why there is no body after death." No emotion could be heard from his tone.

Qing He's footsteps suddenly stopped.

And Sherlock looked back at her, "What's wrong?"

Seeing that Qinghe didn't answer, his tone became rare and gentle, "Did it scare you?"

Qinghe quickly waved his hands, as if he had just realized that he seemed to have lost his composure, "No..."

She thought again, when she met Sherlock for the first time in this world, he said that she came to New York to thoroughly investigate a case.

So she asked: "Before you said that you came here to investigate the case, what kind of case are you investigating? May I know?"

Sherlock stared at her for a while, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Come here." He hooked his index finger.

Qinghe didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but he obediently passed by.

At this moment, the man leaned over and whispered in her ear,... a secret. "

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