[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

The two people's breathing could be heard from the close distance, and the scorching breath sprayed on Rosa's snow-white face, and a seductive flush appeared. Sherlock's eyes had a powerful deterrent force. The destructive power swept over all living beings, and Rosa's heart beat twice suddenly, she moved her eyes a little guilty, and stared straight at the second button on Sherlock's shirt with lowered eyelids.

Feeling the girl's soft lips, Sherlock narrowed his eyes slowly, with a scrutinizing gaze. She looked innocent and sweet, like a child who had pure trust in the world, but this was not the case. She had a deep understanding of the world. She seems to be easy to get along with but keeps her defenses airtight. No one can really understand her except for the information she reveals.His eyes darkened, his slender and powerful thighs pressed against her slender lower body, the girl had no power to resist under him, and a bright threat flashed in her eyes--be obedient, and I will let you go.

Rosa received the hint from his eyes, and almost fainted in embarrassment. Mr. Detective is indeed a high-functioning anti-social personality, with no shame, how could he come up with such a bad and harmful move!She blinked, feeling Sherlock loosen his strength, pushed him away, jumped up by herself, and gasped for breath while covering her flushed face.

Mr. Detective didn't feel ashamed at all. He looked at Rosa without changing his expression. He touched his nose and acted like a gentleman, "Let's talk."

He still has the color of her lipstick on his lips!Rosa glared at him fiercely, and said angrily, "Sherlock, what qualifications do you think you have to negotiate terms with me?"

The girl's fierce eyes and sarcasm did not make Sherlock angry. He has always been a strong-willed person. Once a goal is set, few people can influence him. His face is calm and his tone is firm: "Rosa, you and My biggest difference is that I am lonely but long for the group, you long for recognition but also deeply know that human beings are hypocritical liars, so you hide yourself and melt yourself into a drop of water into the sea of ​​ordinary people, and even suppress your own talent, I have to say You are a genius of endurance, and during the time we lived together, you have not used your talent once except when the Disabled Mutual Aid Society was threatened with life and Baron Gruner."

Sherlock pressed his palms together against his chin, with a faint smile on his lips, and his tone became more firm and sharp, and the anger in Rosa's heart was slowly extinguished, and she had to admit that Sherlock's analysis was completely correct.

"It's easier for people to expose themselves when they encounter a crisis, because their lives are threatened, so I pulled you into the investigation. No clue, but I'm sure I'll still be able to crack your secrets when you expose more. Oh, Rosa, there's no need to stare at me, I'm not being arrogant but a well-founded analysis." See Ro Sha smiled maliciously, and Sherlock stopped his showing off in due course, although he didn't think it was showing off but a complete plan.

"So, what do you want to say? Smart Mr. Detective." Rosa's expression at this time was not very good.

Sherlock smiled, and came forward to hold Rosa's hands. His gray-blue eyes looked into Rosa's heart. His voice was full of bewitchment, as beautiful as a double bass singing slowly: " You need a companion, and I am your best choice. I am extremely smart and tight-lipped. I can help you explore your magical power without hurting you. You know, I am only interested in solving crimes in this world , I will be your most loyal partner, and you don’t have to carry heavy secrets alone. Rosa, you know yourself very well, and you are eager to be understood, so you should give yourself a chance.”

Sherlock's hands were warm and dry, and the warmth was transmitted through the skin. Rosa couldn't deny her heartbeat. Every word and every sentence of his hit her heart, making her crumble instantly. Dry voice: "You are quite right, but there is still Mycroft Holmes standing behind you—this person with high authority in the British government."

Sherlock frowned fiercely, almost thinking that he was about to fail. The girl's expression showed no signs of softening. Rosa looked at Sherlock for two seconds: "So you must give me a promise." Her heart sank in an instant, she needed to give herself a chance, otherwise she would only be trapped in heavy shackles for the rest of her life, and she longed for this wonderful world.

"Of course." With a smile on Sherlock's face, he solemnly promised: "I, Sherlock Holmes, swear never to reveal Rosa's secrets, and will always protect her from harm."

The blue, green and golden eyes looked deeply into Rosa's heart, and the weight in them made her a little unbearable. She avoided his gaze as if avoiding it, and said, "Thank you."

Sherlock Holmes never made promises easily, and once he made a promise, he would never break it.

Reason and emotion are good brothers, and all human choices are a game between the two. The great British female writer Jane Austen even wrote a novel about it.And it is clear that Rosa's emotions have overcome her reason at this moment, all the cells in her body are clamoring for danger but she is still moving forward, she puts the future that she originally controlled in her hands into a turbulent stream, and she doesn't know where it will drift.

As for the changes, there is no difference except that Sherlock has drawn a tube of blood, and sometimes Rosa will directly control the cleaning tool to clean the room when she is lazy.

In mid-December, it finally snowed heavily in Cambridgeshire. The streets and roofs were covered with snow, and we entered a world of ice and snow in an instant.

Cambridge University’s semester schedule is divided into three semesters based on Easter and Christmas, so Rosa, who started her winter vacation in early December, has plenty of time, plus she doesn’t like to go out in cold weather and basically stays at home to write Novel, except being dragged out by Catherine to go shopping and buy gifts on Christmas Eve.

There is a phrase called "Do as the Romans do", although for Chinese people, the day of family reunion is the Spring Festival, but in the West, Christmas is the most important festival of the year. Basically, every major store starts a month before Christmas. There will be promotional activities, and Rosa counts her small coffers to buy Christmas gifts for everyone she knows, even Inspector Lestrade, who doesn’t have a deep friendship. Picky, of course, the gifts received are counted in dozens, and Sherlock, who is piled up under the Christmas tree in the apartment, is even more unpleasant.

Christmas is meaningless to Sherlock, the Christmas decorations in the apartment are still arranged by Rosa. The classic Christmas colors of red, gold and green are very beautiful and soften the cold decoration design of the apartment, adding a touch of warmth breath.

Rosa was preparing Christmas Eve food in the open kitchen, while Sherlock played the violin bored.

"Rosa, as a Chinese, there is no point in celebrating Christmas, isn't it? Although Christmas is equally boring." Sherlock looked at Rosa who was busy in the kitchen and asked in puzzlement.

Rosa had just stuffed the turkey for two, and without looking up, she said, "For an orphan, it doesn't make much difference whether it's Christmas or Chinese New Year."

Sherlock shook his hand, missed a note, and continued to play the violin as if nothing had happened. The joyful style of music fits the style of Christmas very well.

Rosa put the turkey in the oven, set the time, and came out of the kitchen.

She sat on the sofa with a glass of red wine and listened to Sherlock's performance. After the song was over, she raised her glass: "It sounds good."

"However, according to what you said, useless knowledge should be discarded." She pointed at the violin: "This?"

"It helps me think."

After finishing speaking, Sherlock collapsed on the sofa, mentally decadent: "I need a case. My mind is like a machine running at high speed. It will go crazy every minute and a second if it stops. Where is my cigarette? I need stimulation." He jumped up and questioned Rosa.

Rosa shook her head, and put the goblet full of burgundy liquid on the coffee table: "No!"

Sherlock's expression was simply "You are making trouble for no reason!", Rosa avoided his wet eyes, and even touched her curly black hair like plucking hairs from a tiger, coaxing: "Good boy, smoking is harmful to your health , you can put on a nicotine patch."

"Obviously you don't like the smell of cigarettes."

Rosa raised her eyebrows and did not deny Sherlock's accusation, because he was indeed right. The biggest reason was that she didn't like the smell of cigarettes.

"Perhaps you need some wine? They're also very stimulating," she suggested kindly.

Sherlock glanced at her angrily, but since Rosa's superpower was exposed, the deterrence has always been strong, and he doesn't want to do something inexplicable: "In American law, alcohol is more terrifying than war and marriage things."

Rosa burst out laughing, but she didn't expect Sherlock to be joking too. The soft light illuminated a watery smiling face that was even more beautiful and delicious. According to American law, one can get married at the age of 16 and join the army at the age of 18, but only at the age of 21. You can drink alcohol.

"So let's open the presents? It's supposed to be a Christmas tradition."

Sherlock rolled his eyes at her, curled up his nightgown and shrank into the sofa with his back facing Rosa, just like a big black cat with pride.

Rosa's presents were piled up in one corner, and she took scissors to unwrap the wrapping paper, and the clattering sound obviously disturbed Sherlock even more. He turned around and gave Rosa a direct look, sat up, and looked critically. Holding the thing in Rosa's hand, she began to spray venom.

"Tiffany's key necklace, what you hate the most is the fashionable one, this boy has no taste."

"Sonnets of Shakespeare, is he trying to show that he is a lover?"

"The orange scarf is a disaster."

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Every time Rosa opened a gift, Sherlock suffered all-round venomous tongue. Her mood of opening presents was completely corrupted. Sherlock is a genius, and if he is unhappy, he will make others unhappy.

"Sir, do I need to remind you? You are very picky but I haven't seen your gift yet?"

"Meeting me is your best gift."

Can he be a little more shameless?Rosa was dumbfounded.