[Zhongyingmei] The heroine is naturally cute

"Peter, you talk too much nonsense." Rosa appeared next to Peter and complained.

"Are you hurt?"

"No!" Peter quickly waved his hand: "Rosa, why did you appear here?"

"Same as you, dating."

"And Mr. Holmes?" Peter asked uncertainly as he looked around and couldn't find Sherlock.

Speaking of the matter of Rosa and Mr. Holmes living together, he has been hesitant how to tell Harry, Gwen said to cut the mess quickly, but...

Peter hopped around irritably, completely oblivious to the existence of Dr. Octopus.

"Do you think I don't exist?" Doctor Octopus asked fiercely, with a ferocious expression, and his voice was extremely low.

"I really forgot." Peter patted his head, only to remember that he was fighting with Doctor Octopus.

After hearing this, Doctor Octopus became even more resentful, and his hatred for Spider-Man became stronger. He waved his four metal claws and started fighting with Spider-Man.

Rosa looked at the side for a while, and found that the only attack power of Doctor Octopus was the four metal tentacles. She stretched her eyebrows and snapped her fingers—the four tentacles of Doctor Octopus began to pull in four different directions, and he was in pain. He knelt down on the ground, with bulging veins, and looked at Rosa with red eyes.

"Ah—" Doctor Octopus roared, and the four tentacles broke away from Rosa's control, and they all attacked in her direction with such a fast and ferocious speed that there was almost no time to react.

"Be careful!"

"Get down!" Sherlock threw Rosa on the ground, rolled around, and temporarily escaped the death threat of Doctor Octopus.

Rosa supported her waist, she felt a big bruise, but she didn't expect Dr. Octopus to have a trick.As soon as she lifted half of her body, one of Doctor Octopus's tentacles seemed to be flying towards her, and the other three were hindering Peter, making it difficult for him to pay attention to Rosa's side.

She couldn't dismantle four tentacles, couldn't she dismantle one?

I saw Rosa raised her hands in the void, with her five fingers separated and bent, and when she twisted, Doctor Octopus screamed in pain.

She manipulated the metal tentacles that fell to the ground and smashed it at Doctor Octopus. Peter also took advantage of the opportunity to beat up Doctor Octopus, and then tied him up with spider silk.

All of this happened in just a few seconds, and it was so fast that it made people dizzy. Since Rosa just crippled one of Doctor Octopus's tentacles, she felt a burst of clarity in her mind, and some forgotten memories came out. She held her head and felt a little dazed.

"Rosa, what's wrong with you?" Sherlock pulled Rosa up and asked worriedly.

"It's okay." Rosa staggered and looked at Sherlock: "I just need to verify some things."

"what?"

Rosa didn't answer, she stared unkindly at the tied-up Doctor Octopus, with his only three tentacles hanging by her side, she raised her hand and twisted——

Doctor Octopus twisted into a ball in pain. Although Rosa was a little better than him, she was not much better. Her forehead was covered with crystal beads of sweat. When the cold wind blows on a February night, her whole body would be shattered. Shiver.

Rosa frowned, her hands clenched into fists, and the three tentacles of Dr. Octopus exploded instantly.

Her vision became blurred, and she saw Peter's perplexed face and Sherlock's nervous expression, and soon fell into darkness.

She was obviously tired, but she also had a strange sense of relief. Those memories that were squeezed in the corner were running back to her mind little by little, like fireflies dotted evenly in her mind.

"Huh?" Rosa opened her eyes, and by the light of the bedside lamp, she recognized that this was her bedroom. Sherlock was lying on the side of the bed, asleep with his arm resting on his head. Her bed was not high, and Sherlock He was about six feet tall, curled up beside the bed, looking extremely aggrieved.

Rosa's eyebrows softened, she carefully pulled her hand out of Sherlock's hand, lifted the quilt and got up, took out a thin quilt from the cabinet and covered him.

Even though Rosa's movement was very light, it still inevitably woke Sherlock up. Their eyes met, and Rosa smiled slowly: "Did I wake you up?"

"No." Sherlock stood up, the thin blanket slipped off his body, he held Rosa's head, and pressed his forehead against each other: "Is there any discomfort?"

Rosa shook her head, she just remembered something, her eyes were watery, like moonlight flowing, staring at Sherlock: "Sir, the moonlight is so beautiful tonight, just like the night at the May Ball."

Sherlock's hand on Rosa's waist tightened instantly, and he stared into Rosa's eyes, not being able to confirm the meaning of her words.

Seeing this, Rosa lovingly pressed a kiss on her lips: "Sir, I remembered."

"Remember what?"

"Remember how much I love you..."

"Ah—" Rosa exclaimed, she was thrown onto the bed by Sherlock, and then he pushed her up.

Rosa's next words were all submerged in the passionate kiss, she was like a bonbon, under his passionate kiss, she was very drunk.

The passionate kiss like the equator ended, Sherlock propped up a little bit, pulled Rosa's slender legs around his waist, and rolled up his nightdress.

Her shoulder straps were pulled down, a head was lying on her high chest, an ambiguous voice escaped from her mouth, and her eyes seemed to be watery.

Rosa has softened into a puddle of water, her eyes are half-closed, her eyes are like silk, and her hands are lazily resting on Sherlock's shoulders.

Suddenly, her hands tightened instantly, and she couldn't help crying. After that, her mind fled, like a boat in a storm.

the next day.

Rosa had imagined countless times what the first words would be when she woke up from the same bed with her beloved one.

When this day finally came, she found that it was far more natural than she imagined——

"Good morning."

"Good morning." Rosa still had her eyes closed. She was as tired as if she had been bumped in a car for a day.

"Tired." She curled up in Sherlock's arms, her head against his thick chest.

Sherlock kissed her smooth forehead, and then embed her hairy head back into his arms. From the corner of his eye, she saw some bluish-red marks on her white skin, like patterns on white paper. , and he was the one who did the painting, he raised the corner of his mouth and closed his eyes.

When Rosa woke up again, the sun was already high in the air. She rubbed her eyes and crawled out of the quilt. After a few minutes of unconsciousness, she finally remembered everything about last night.

Sherlock tied her hands with a silk scarf and placed her on top of her head, leaning on her body, beads of sweat slipped from his Adam's apple and dripped onto her body, his hoarse voice was low and ambiguous: "Do you still dare to forget me? Um?"

Rosa covered her face and retracted under the quilt, she was too shy.

"woke up?"

Rosa opened a slit, revealing only the part above the eyes, as if she didn't want Sherlock to see her flushed face. Compared with his calm and calm, she was really hopeless.

Sherlock was wearing a well-fitting suit. When walking around, the muscles of his legs were tense, with smooth and beautiful lines.His expression was calm, and he couldn't tell at all that he insisted on asking a girl for an answer.

"What are you doing?" Rosa looked at Sherlock who was getting closer and closer, her voice trembling nervously.

Sherlock forcefully pulled Rosa out of the quilt, and Rosa was forced to stick tightly to his cold suit jacket, shivering.

Her whole body was so soft that she didn't have any weight. Looking at her timid eyes, Sherlock gasped for breath, and said in a deep voice, "I put hot water on it, let's take a bath."

"Ah."

Sherlock put Rosa in the bathtub, and the hot water overflowed and wet his pants.

The transparent water surface, without any shelter, Rosa curled her limbs together, urging Sherlock: "Get out."

Sherlock took a deep look at her, the ends of her hair wet with water were wrapped around her neck, the contrast between white and black was sharp and exciting.

Maybe try the bathtub next time.

Sherlock held her neck and kissed her loudly on the face: "I'll go get you some food, after all...it took too much effort."

Rosa heard the faint smile in his words, her face was flushed, she didn't know if it was from the hot water or from embarrassment.

Rosa was already wrinkled after soaking in the hot bath, she climbed out of the bathtub, put on her bathrobe, rubbed her sore waist, stood in front of the mirror, and was a little surprised by the style of her eyebrows and eyes, like a budding flower The flowers that were released finally gave birth.

"Cough cough." Rosa clenched her fist and pretended to cough twice. After attracting Sherlock's attention, she pretended to be calm and sat across from him.

A rich breakfast was placed on the table. The bowl of eight-treasure porridge in front of her was so sticky that it would definitely take hours to cook. There were two slices of sun-dried egg fried toast on the plate, and a glass of milk beside it.

In front of Sherlock, there is only a cup of black coffee and a newspaper of the day.

"You're drinking coffee on an empty stomach again." Seeing this, Rosa scolded with a frown.

Seeing her displeased expression, Sherlock put down the newspaper helplessly and said, "I'll go prepare another breakfast."

After hearing this, Rosa's eyebrows stretched.In fact, her stomach was already bulging. She picked up a knife and fork and cut the toast into four pieces. The sun egg in the middle was also torn apart, and the golden liquid was taken out. Rosa likes this kind of half-boiled fried egg the most. She picked it up with satisfaction. The fork stuck a piece into his mouth, and his eyebrows and eyes also curved up.

Taking another sip of eight-treasure porridge, the red beans, lotus seeds, and red dates in it had all been simmered over a low fire, and the sweet taste blended into the fragrant millet. Rosa wanted to hum happily.

"Like?" Sherlock quickly brought out a plate of breakfast, fried eggs, bacon rolls and sausages, slicked on a green-rimmed white plate.