[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

In this world, not only the detective Sherlock is proficient in fighting, but also the criminal Moriarty is also good at it.

Rosa is clutching her beautiful royal blue leather bag, avoiding their fight range, she is already excited to whistle, she is so fucking handsome!

Moriarty knocked down the last man in black with a back kick. He stretched his neck, fastened the two buttons on his suit meticulously, and blinked at Rosa. The act of bursting with hormones is really awesome.

Rosa pretended not to see clearly what was on the ground, and had already inadvertently stepped on these men in black several times. Their tragic screams calmed Rosa's anger well.

"Let's go." Moriarty looked at Rosa's childish behavior with a smile on his face. It was really an act of revenge like a little girl.

"What should they do?" Rosa glanced at the man in black lying on the ground.

Moriarty said indifferently: "Someone will solve it." Of course, the ending will not be good.

After experiencing such an unpleasant incident, Rosa was not in a good mood to enjoy a sumptuous dinner. She asked to go back to rest early. Moriarty did not refuse and even kindly offered to send her back to Cambridgeshire. However, Rosa declined, saying she wanted to be alone for a while.

Rosa pressed her head against the glass window of the bus, pursed her lips, exuded a low breath, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness, she is not a hard-hearted person, although she will not send out good intentions, she will not see death No way, she clearly understands that Miss Melville's matter is an exception, but she still feels unavoidably frustrated. It's not that she is frustrated that her efforts have not been rewarded accordingly. Regretting her own weakness and incompetence, anyone can bully her without any scruples.

Her most powerful talent is that she is isolated from other people into two worlds, with the abyss and sea in between. She dare not go one step further, because she does not dare to bet on the ugliness of human nature, and the power of an individual is better than that of a collective. Too weak for its strength.

With a soft sigh, a small piece of the glass window instantly turned white, and the girl on the window glass looked dazed and helpless.

She is an isolated island, and the sea water rushes towards her from all directions, and she has been standing quietly all the time.

Hearing the sound of the radio broadcasting the place name, she got off the bus. The cold moonlight shone on the ground. She gathered up her coat. The night wind blew in and it was a little cold. She saw the lights of the house from a distance, and her footsteps After a pause, there was a hint of warmth in my heart.

At least there is Mr. Sherlock Holmes.

Rosa opened the door, and a tall and thin Mr. Holmes was playing the violin by the window. His long blue plaid nightgown fell to his ankles. The top of the head weakened his own aloof temperament, Rosa thought that Mr. Holmes would not be stingy with a hug.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, and the girl's eyes were too focused for Sherlock to be distracted. He turned around and glanced at the girl, but frowned slightly.

Rosa quickly walked up to Sherlock's barefoot, threw herself into his arms, and hugged his thin waist. Sherlock held the bow and the violin in both hands, and there was a deep wrinkle between his brows. .

"Sir, I need a hug."

Sherlock put the violin on the solid wood floor cabinet by the window, and lifted Rosa's chin. It was a small face with delicate makeup. His eyes became cold: "It seems that today's date did not satisfy you."

This urgent look is really stressful, Rosa swallowed, can she understand that Mr. Holmes is jealous?

He buried his head in Sherlock's chest and rubbed it, his soft hair rubbing against Sherlock's exposed skin, his heart trembled.

Complaining pitifully: "Sir, I was attacked today."

Sherlock supported Rosa's shoulder and pulled her away, his expression became serious, and he could hear a trace of tension from his inquiry: "Who is it?"

Rosa's muffled voice came: "Violet de Melville."

"Most woman does not know her enemy rightly, and mad love blinds their lies, thus turning the rage of hatred on another innocent woman."

Sherlock's expression was not very good-looking: "Women are really the most unreasonable creatures in the world."

Rosa timidly retorted: "You seem to have included me too."

"Ah!" Rosa subconsciously put her arms around Sherlock's neck, and then he carried her across the arm and put her on the easy chair beside the fireplace. By the way, she covered her feet with a blanket. Rosa stared blankly at what he did. Everything, there was a hot stream that was about to flow out of her eyes, she sniffed to hold back the surging urge.

He sat on the chair opposite and made a mean voice: "If your head is not filled with macaroni, you should know that you are not suitable for stepping on the floor with bare feet. A cold will not stop you from visiting because of your pretty face." you."

This awkward concern is very Sherlock, Rosa laughed.

"Sir, in fact, you just need to say that you should be careful of catching a cold." The firewood burning in the fireplace was very warm, which gave her a little bit of relaxation.

Sherlock straightened his back, his expression full of solemnity: "I will take care of this matter, no one can hurt you."

"I believe in you." It's like believing in the eternal truth that the earth revolves around the sun.

The girl's eyes were full of water, filled with sincere trust, like a ray of light entering his memory palace, reason could not expel it, and could only allow it to occupy a unique and secret corner .

Sherlock stretched out his slender hand to touch her head, the soft touch reminded him of the red beard, he didn't speak for a long time.

That night, Rosa made a dream. In the dream, she became an isolated island, and the sea water rushed towards her from all directions and almost submerged her. She stood alone in the eternal space. After a long, long time, a long beam of light pierced through the She saw a pirate ship sailing towards her. A majestic pirate was standing on the deck with a lamp in his hand. He said his name was Bluebeard.

Rosa woke up from her dream. There was light rain falling outside the window. Her lower abdomen was in heavy pain, as if a piece of lead had been hung, and her back was covered with sweat-soaked water stains. She threw off the quilt and jumped off. After getting out of bed, I saw that there was no bloody stain on the bed sheet. I breathed a sigh of relief and went to the bathroom to check. Sure enough, it was my menstrual period.

The life in the orphanage did not bring her a healthy body. Not only did she suffer from mild stomach problems, her menstrual period was also more painful than most people. Although she took traditional Chinese medicine after earning money through modeling, the effect was not obvious.

With a pale face, she went to the kitchen to make a cup of ginger syrup. After drinking the warm ginger syrup, she finally felt a little more comfortable. She got tired and lay back on the bed. This time, she was more serious than before. The sinking feeling in her lower abdomen was still tolerable, but this time it seemed particularly uncomfortable. She covered her lower abdomen and closed her eyes.

While half asleep and half awake, Rosa felt as if a pair of cold hands were pressed against her forehead, she could not help but wince, and muttered: "Cold." Sherlock gave her a silent look, retracted. She wiped her hands, her pink and tender lips became pale due to illness, her cheeks were abnormally red, and the fair skin on her neck revealed the color of blue veins, her fragility seemed ready to be killed at any time.

Emotion is the physical defect of a loser, and she is just an insignificant person, Sherlock slowly looked back.

In the afternoon, Rosa woke up and saw Sherlock sitting beside her bed with a book. She touched it. There was a cold fever-reducing patch on her forehead, and a warm water bottle was stuffed under the quilt. She shyly said Biting his lip, Sherlock must have known the reason for her illness, her menstrual period was a disaster.

"Wake up." Sherlock closed the book, looked directly at Rosa with flushed cheeks, and said, "There is porridge in the kitchen, I'll get it for you."

Rosa took a mouthful of porridge with a spoon and put it into her mouth. The porridge tasted unexpectedly good, and the sweet taste spread in her mouth. She looked at Sherlock in surprise: "You cooked this?"

"Miss Rosa, it's just a bowl of porridge. This kind of thing can't trouble a Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock said annoyed because of Rosa's expression.

Rosa bit her lip and humbly admitted her mistake: "I was wrong, the craftsmanship is very good."

She hadn't eaten for a day, and she was already hungry, and the porridge tasted surprisingly good, she finished the bowl of porridge, and burped happily.

"Take your temperature again." Sherlock gave her a disgusted look, then conjured up a thermometer and handed it to her: "Put it in your mouth."

Rosa put the creaking thermometer into her mouth, and sat upright on the bed obediently. She felt sticky all over her body. Not only did she want to take a bath, but she also wanted to change the sheets and bedding. She counted with empty eyes .

Five minutes passed quickly, and Sherlock took the thermometer out of her mouth with precise pinching, and glanced at the thermometer: "The fever has subsided." He warned in a serious voice: "I hope you have a bag full of macaroni. The brain can remember this lesson."

In her eyes, Sherlock's pretentious sternness had already turned into an expression of awkward concern. She looked into Sherlock's eyes sincerely, and her voice was as sweet as honey: "Sir, it is the luckiest thing for me to know you."

This little villain is saying some deceptive words again.

Rosa didn't care what Sherlock was thinking, she couldn't wait to jump to the bathroom, it would be ridiculous to die of tampon poisoning.

Although her menstrual period was painful, but fortunately it didn't last long, and soon she became lively and energetic Rosa, and her life returned to the calmness when she first arrived in England. I don't know what Sherlock used Anyway, Miss Melville never bothered her again.

Miss Melville, dumped in NATO and on Europe's most wanted list: "..."