[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

The thick curtains tightly blocked all the sunlight entering the apartment, and the room was dim and dark, as if it were night. Rosa no longer remembered how much wine she had been drinking, and it was certain that it was definitely beyond her tolerance.

"Rosa..."

She opened her eyes, and a vague figure appeared in her sight—tall and thin, tall and straight like a green bamboo. He smelled of chemicals, and Rosa buried it in his neck and took a deep breath.

Sherlock easily put her back on the bed, and soon she was curled up into a ball again as usual, curvy black hair covered her face, he stretched out his hand to reveal a fragile and pale face, his heart instantly It condensed into a ball, as if thousands of needles were piercing his heart.

Rosa rubbed her eyes, trying to see clearly, and called out uncertainly, "Sherlock?"

"Yeah." He lay on Rosa's side, supporting his head with one hand.

Rosa blinked: "Am I dreaming?"

Sherlock put her hand on his face: "Touch me."

Rosa obediently described his stern eyebrows, and the two-way rational eyes were filled with indescribable colors. Her heart beat suddenly, and she withdrew her hand, but Sherlock grabbed it.

"Tell me, is this a dream?"

"I don't know, I'm drunk and my senses lie."

Sherlock smiled slightly: "Then this is a dream."

"Then why did you appear in my dream?"

"Because you miss me."

"why?"

"Because you love me."

This seems to be a meaningful oath, penetrated from ancient times, and immediately exposed Rosa's heart naked, his appearance became more and more clear in her vision, and she suddenly became wronged: "But you don't love me..."

Sherlock frowned, turned over and pressed her under him, his low voice with a strong sense of strength pierced her eardrums and hit her heart heavily.

"You are the only nemesis of my carefree and adventurous life, but I stubbornly allow you to lie in it."

"Isn't this still love?"

Rosa stared at him for a long time until tears overflowed from her eyes. She held his sharp face and raised her head to press a kiss on his thin lips: "I'm sorry, I don't know."

When Rosa's soft lips left, Sherlock chased after her, put her hands over her head, broke into her mouth domineeringly, sucked her lips, and poured all his thoughts into this deep kiss .

"I love you." When Rosa almost fainted from suffocation, these words rang in her ears.

"I love you too." Rosa buried her head in his generous chest.

Even if this is a dream, it is already the best comfort.

When Rosa woke up from drunkenness, the Wanjia lights outside the window were already on, and her head was so painful that it almost burst, but the strange thing was that she didn't smell of alcohol at all, and she was wearing a clean nightgown, sitting on the edge of the bed, She recalled with difficulty.

Rubbing her temples, memories flooded into her head bit by bit, as if to test her own thoughts, she ran to the room quickly, and when she saw a man cooking something in the kitchen, she stopped in her tracks, a little I couldn't believe it and looked at the scene in front of me in surprise.

"If you don't want to die of pain during your period, the most important thing to do now is to put on your cotton slippers." Sherlock frowned tightly when he saw her bare feet.

Hearing his unique way of caring, the corner of Rosa's mouth was like a blooming flower, she rushed over and jumped on him, her feet tightly hooked his thin waist, and she put her arms around his neck and smiled silly: "You said you love me?" Mine, so don't scold me."

"Sir, I'm so glad you're by my side." In my most lonely and helpless moments.

Sherlock lost his temper at once by her dependent expression, and stretched out his hand to support her: "Does your head still hurt?"

The two moved to the sofa, and Rosa coquettishly said, "It hurts, it hurts like hell."

"I made hangover soup." He combed Rosa's hair.

Hangover soup has never had a good taste. Rosa frowned and drank a whole bowl under Sherlock's tough attitude. After rinsing her mouth, Rosa still felt a strange taste in her mouth. He also tasted this taste, rushed to kiss him, and the two of them lay on the sofa sweetly for a while.

Rosa lay on Sherlock's firm and plump thighs, letting him massage his temples. It must be said that his technique was excellent, and Rosa squinted her eyes in enjoyment.

Even in silence, the atmosphere between the two filled the apartment with the sweetness of love.Suddenly, Rosa turned around suddenly, with a doubtful expression on her face, she obviously thought of something: "Honey, isn't the timing of your appearance too coincidental?"

No, what about her cat?Usually I like to follow her most, and I don't want to leave even half an inch, but now I don't see her at all, which is really abnormal.

Under her increasingly skeptical eyes, Sherlock, after rational thinking, thought that being frank and lenient was the best way to deal with it, so he briefly described the ins and outs of the matter.

"Then you barged in while I was taking a shower!"

"You're still grabbing me with your claws!"

......

Rosa looked at him with accusing eyes, and Sherlock coughed twice in guilt, but after thinking about it, he seemed to be even more aggrieved.

"Tony Stark, Harry Osborn, Bruce Wayne...My dear, you have provoked quite a few people." Sherlock hooked her finger and looked at him.

"They are all friends, your accusation is not established." Rosa said righteously, but the jealous look of his curly-haired detective is really cute.

"Hehe." Sherlock sneered, let Rosa misunderstand it all the time, he would not be so kind to help his rivals in love.

Rosa glared at him, feeling that she couldn't let him go so easily, she pulled off the collar of his shirt, took a bite, and two rows of teeth marks were clearly printed on it.

"Relieved?" Sherlock said without changing his face, his eyebrows were slightly raised, his beautiful eyes were shining brightly, and she was reflected in them, Rosa's ears turned red, and she lowered her hands embarrassingly.

Sherlock pressed a kiss on her pink lips: "Honey, you should be good."

Rosa's ears seemed to be burning, and even her cheeks were pink, and she blinked nervously. Sherlock was so sensual, it hit her point completely.

She coughed twice to cover up, and began to change the subject: "Then how did you change from a cat back to a human?"

"Mycroft put a restorative in your mailbox."

"How long are you going to stay here?" After all, Sherlock belongs to London, and Rosa was a little frustrated for a while.

"Do you have something more important to tell me than this?"

Sherlock lifted Rosa's chin: "I am your boyfriend, and I will be your fiance and husband in the future. No matter what difficulties or sad things we should bear together, Rosa, I hope I will always be you Trusted people."

Rosa knew that she couldn't hide it from him, and she didn't want to have distrust with him, so she didn't intend to hide it from him at all, but she couldn't find a chance to tell. I went to some content about Dimensional Wall, characters in film and television books, so don't bother her dear boyfriend with such things that ruin the three views.

Her tone was very calm, as if venting during the day had taken effect, Sherlock listened to her in silence, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

"We will start a family by ourselves in the future and have our own children. Maybe I will not be a qualified father, but you will be a qualified mother, and then you will help me become a qualified father. We will be a very happy family."

Rosa was moved by his good expectations, she smiled, and diluted the sadness between her brows: "Then what if I don't want to have children?"

"That's great, you're mine alone."

Sherlock held Rosa in his arms: "I can't stop the past, but I will bring you a better future."

"Your promise?"

"Yes, my dear Rosa."

Rosa hugged his waist and asked again: "Then when will you leave?"

Sherlock frowned when he thought of the urgent notice that Mycroft had sent him: "Follow me back to England, and Mycroft will help you with the matter of transferring schools."

"No, I'm a person who starts and ends." Rosa refused. She also has a lot of things to deal with in the United States: "There is only half a year left."

Sherlock compromised: "Okay."

Maybe everyone in this world looks the same when they meet love. When they meet their eyes, they will smile unconsciously, and they will think of each other tacitly without any words.When she knew that Sherlock was leaving the day after tomorrow, Rosa cherished the time with him even more while being reluctant.

She thought she would see him at the first sight when she woke up in the morning, but the cold air on the other side of the bed seemed to wake up early, she walked to the living room with a frown, and found Sherlock fiddling with her computer , The speed of the finger tapping is so fast that only afterimages are left.

Rosa shook her head and said "workaholic" in her mind.

Then go to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, sticking together anytime and anywhere does not seem to be the style of falling in love with Mr. Detective.

"Eat breakfast first." Rosa put two English breakfasts on the table, including bacon, fried eggs, sausages, bread and milk. Of course, it was a reduced version, and the traditional English breakfast was richer in content.

Sherlock obviously didn't want to make his girlfriend angry when they parted. He hugged Rosa from behind and kissed her loudly on the cheek: "Good morning." Then he looked at the milk on the table and moved away silently: "I can smell the aroma of coffee."

Rosa had no choice but to go to the kitchen to pour black coffee for him, and then add two sugars.

"What were you doing early in the morning?" Rosa made a gesture of typing on the keyboard.

"I'm collecting evidence on Hannibal, and it's going pretty well." Hannibal is definitely an excellent criminal with a high IQ, but the weakness of a genius is that he likes to show off, and those strangely shaped corpses that show his aesthetic taste are a big loophole.Moreover, human behavior and habits are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and Hannibal's choice of prey is also regular. As long as he analyzes a certain connection, it is easy to find the truth.

"Sir, the way you make your girlfriend happy makes people feel very safe and should be encouraged." Rosa kissed his chin with a little stubble.

Sherlock Holmes's promises are never just empty words, and she has already experienced the character of defending weaknesses.