[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

June in Cambridge does not belong to academics, it belongs to May Ball, it belongs to carnival.

Rosa has always been very fortunate to be friends with Catherine, because she can always get some "little secrets" from her mouth, such as knowing in advance what the theme of the May Ball at Trinity College is, and the theme of Churchill College is "Monopoly", The theme of the Christian College is "Lost in the Forest", but the rich and popular branches like Trinity and St. John's are always hanging the appetite of the participants, and they have not announced it for a long time. It seems that only the implementation of mysticism can show their superiority identity of.

"The Hawking era?" Rosa raised her eyebrows, and asked a little amusedly, "So the dean still hasn't given up persuading Dr. Hawking to return to Trinity?"

Catherine is obviously more competitive and united than Rosa: "He has obtained a doctoral certificate from Trinity, but now he is teaching at Gonville and Case College. Does he belong to Trinity?"

Rosa raised her hands in surrender and said, "You are right."

Catherine nodded in satisfaction: "Have you decided to accept anyone's invitation?" As far as she knew, a large number of boys had sent invitations to her a month ago, but she seemed to reject all of them. Pushed away.

"Hmm..." Rosa was a little embarrassed, because she didn't know if the wayward Mr. Detective would let her go: "I don't know." Finally, she spread her hands helplessly.

"It seems that there is Mr. Mystery." Catherine found something different with her keen gossip intuition, but she didn't prepare her little friends, after all, everyone has their own privacy.

Rosa was very grateful for her friend's thoughtfulness, and smiled and took her hand: "Are you ready for the dress?"

"Comeon, this should have been prepared a month ago, don't tell me you haven't taken any action yet?"

"I don't plan to be the prom queen. One week is more than enough time. You know how scary the final exam in Cambridge is. How can I have time?"

"Sweetheart, time is always like a chest squeeze, you are just relying on your outstanding face to be lazy!"

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The May Ball is not only a grand ceremony of Trinity, but also a major event in Europe. Countless people come to participate every year. As a ticket to the dance held by the popular Trinity College, it is said that a ticket of 700 pounds has been sold on eBay. With her student status, she has more than three times the priority purchase.

It seems that if Mr. Curly does not accompany her to attend, she can still make a small profit. Every year, a large number of people dressed up want to get in.

"You're back?" Rosa looked at Sherlock who was sitting on his exclusive single sofa with some surprise. He had a personal matter to deal with and went to London early today, and she thought he wouldn't be back until evening.

Sherlock played with the phone without looking up, and complained: "Miss Rosa, this is an obvious fact, and there is no need to ask it in a questioning tone."

"You can't ignore the tone of voice and answer 'I'm back'." Rosa said as she walked towards the bedroom.

Hearing her footsteps, Sherlock stopped playing with his mobile phone, and counted one or two in his heart. Sure enough, he heard a pleasantly surprised voice, and he smiled smugly.

He knew she would like it.

Rosa caressed the moon-white embroidered skirt in the gift box, with an uncontrollable smile on the corner of her mouth. She didn't know whether it was because of the gift itself or the heart of the person who gave it. How many jealous eyes would she receive from girls wearing this dress at the ball.

She stepped on the door frame of the bedroom with cheerful steps, with an uncontrollable smile on her face: "So you are going to accompany me to the dance?"

"I thought the answer was obvious." Sherlock looked at her with an arrogant tone.

Rosa's grin widened, her bright eyes filled with stars.

It is every girl's nature to pay attention to fashion, and she seems to have never seen this amazing dress in the high-definition series of major luxury brands.

"Sherlock, where did you get this dress?"

"This is Dior's 60s design, the creativity and taste are much better than now." Sherlock's tone seemed as if this expensive antique dress was not worth mentioning in his eyes.

Rosa let out a silent "Wow", her Mr. Detective really has a lot of connections.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, and Trinity College's grand May Ball will be held tonight.

Sherlock in a tuxedo was even more handsome. He was standing in front of the full-length mirror and was tying a bow tie. The white silk scarf was quickly tied into a Windsor knot under his nimble hands.

"It seems that I don't need my help." Rosa stood at the door.

Sherlock looked around, feeling as if time had stood still at this moment, she was full of smiles, and his eyes could no longer accommodate other people.

"very beautiful."

Rosa glanced at Sherlock in surprise, as if she didn't quite believe that such words would come out of his mouth: "Thank you." She reached out to help Sherlock adjust the angle of the bow tie he had just tied.

"Sir, you are as handsome and charming as ever tonight."

Rosa had always been more gifted at making people happy.

Sherlock's eyes are clear and handsome, usually a little bit cold, but when his eyes are full of emotion, the firmness between the brows is more convincing. He lowers his head and looks at Rosa with the power to confuse people's hearts.

Rosa was a little nervous when he looked at her, her eyes flickered slightly, and she took two steps back: "Sherlock, we can start now."

"Wait a minute." Looking at her empty neck, Sherlock took out a jewelry box from the drawer and opened it. Inside was a set of pearl jewelry. The plump and round pearls exude a faint halo. The simple design will only set off the The beauty of the pearl itself.

He took out the earrings and necklace from the box and helped her put them on. Rosa watched Sherlock's movements in the mirror, and her breathing slowed down a bit.

Sherlock buttoned up the necklace, held her round and smooth shoulders, looked at her in the mirror and raised the corners of her lips. He specially designed such a simple style so that she could wear it every day. He installed it in the necklace Tracker, no matter where she is, he can easily find her.

"Happy birthday." He said softly, today is also her birthday.

Rosa stroked the beautiful necklace around her neck and frowned: "So these are all birthday presents?"

"Do you not like it?"

"No, I like it very much, but you can only receive birthday presents on your birthday, and I have never received birthday presents." Rosa looked a little unhappy: "Sir, today is only the day the orphanage adopted me, not the day I was born , nothing to celebrate."

What did Sherlock understand: "You hate your own parents?"

"Yes." Rosa spit out the word without hesitation: "They abandoned me, why should I like them."

Sherlock looked at the stubborn Rosa, feeling a little distressed. She didn't have a birthday because she had been waiting for them to show up.

"Then it's just a gift."

"But no one will give gifts for no reason?" Rosa knew that she was delusional, so she pursed her lips tightly after speaking.

"Then it's to commemorate the first time we went to the ball together." Sherlock coaxed patiently all the time, brushing her fallen hair behind her ears affectionately,

Rosa knew that she shouldn't be paranoid, she nodded, and looked at the pearl jewelry in the mirror, she had to admit that she was very beautiful.

The magnificent Gothic-style courtyard seems to have set the romantic tone of this ball, the carousel was moved to the scene, fluorescent gloves, and champagne food.

"They moved the scenes from The Theory of Everything to reality, which is really Hawking." Rosa smiled and shook her head.

The dim yellow light on her slender face seemed even more attractive. Sherlock was holding a champagne glass. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Rosa's admirers. He put the glass on the waiter's tray and held Rosa's waist. Slowly start dancing with her.

"Movie?"

"The leading actor is a popular candidate for Oscar winner."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows indifferently, looked at the dejected looks of those admirers, and pursed his lips in satisfaction.

These unsightly guys should give up. Although Rosa is not interested in them, he has been displeased with them for a long time.

From classical to jazz, the two finally stopped dancing and came to the dining area.

Rosa glanced at the food on the table, and lamented that Trinity College deserved its wealth and wealth. These were fresh ingredients flown in from various countries. She put some food on the plate, and Sherlock simply took a bottle of champagne and two wine glasses , Two people go to a secluded place.

Rosa leaned on the bridge, covered her face and smiled, she watched Sherlock pour the amber liquid into the glass, and the two touched the glass lightly.

The fluorescent gloves interweaved a dazzling ocean in the night sky. She smiled slowly watching this scene, it was really beautiful.

Seeing the figure of Hawking next to the dean, she suddenly remembered a very important thing. Sherlock is a professor. It would be misleading for the two of them to dance together. Western countries are still very strict about teacher-student relationships. This is a fatal blow to reputation.

She asked with some concern: "You are still a professor now, wouldn't it be good for us to appear together?"

"You're an adult, and I'm not your teacher." Of course, Sherlock would act like this after careful consideration. He was planning to resign from his professorship, but she was still studying here. Of course, he would not let her become a rumor center of gossip.

Hearing Sherlock's words, Rosa nodded trustingly.

They were chatting while drinking, and tonight Sherlock was very talkative and witty, and Rosa was always being amused. She held Sherlock's arm, put her head on his chest lightly, and smiled. gasping for breath.

With a smile in his eyes, Sherlock held her shoulders. He liked her cheerful appearance, bright and gentle, as if his life also had colorful colors.

Rosa raised her head and looked into Sherlock's deep eyes at a glance, her smile retracted, the two breathed intertwined, and the atmosphere became a little ambiguous.

"Sherlock..." Rosa tugged at his collar to make him bow his head, and kissed his sexy thin lips under his fiery eyes.

It all happened irrationally, but the moonlight was so beautiful tonight, she wanted to kiss her Mr. Detective.

Although Rosa took the initiative, the two quickly changed their identities. Sherlock held the back of Rosa's head and kissed deeply.

Rosa was pressed on the stone bridge by Sherlock, and her hand seemed to knock the wine bottle into the water.

Long——

The two opened their eyes, and they only saw each other. Rosa looked up: "Fireworks."

In the night, thousands of bright flowers bloom in an instant.

Sherlock looked into her wet eyes, heard panting breathing and irregular heartbeat, his breathing became heavier instantly, and carried her to the stone bridge, Rosa exclaimed, and soon all senses of Sherlock were overwhelmed. Deprived, her world only has his existence, as always domineering.

Such a posture made Rosa have the river under her body, which made her very insecure, so she could only cling tightly to Sherlock.

Fireworks are blooming above their heads, and their intertwined figures seem to prove that the world is old.