[Comprehensive British and American] The world painting style is not right

Carol was stunned, her body froze there motionless, her mind went blank again.The sun shone from behind Sherlock, and the air was filled with a faint smell of grass, and her heartbeat suddenly stopped.

"Carol Ann, do you think he's right?" Sherlock's voice fell slowly in the silent jungle.Carol could see in a trance that he seemed to be watching her all the time.

Carol blinked her eyes before she could see the scene in front of her clearly. She remained silent, just looking back at Sherlock, feeling the heat spread from the base of her ears to her cheeks.

Sherlock observed her for a while, then chuckled lightly, "I see what you mean."

"Ah?" Carol finally spoke, wondering, "What do you understand?"

"Guess?" Sherlock was mysterious, but didn't say anything.

Carol pursed her lips, teasing her appetite again.Then, she heard Sherlock say, "Let's just leave you with an homework, and you should think about it."

Carol blinked her eyes aggrievedly, and pouted her mouth. What kind of homework is this? The topic is not clear at all. She looked at Sherlock, her eyes full of expectation, "Sherlock..."

However, pretending to be pitiful didn't work for Sherlock. He reached out and rubbed Carol's hair as if she were a small pet. "How can there be a hint for such a question?"

As soon as the words fell, Sherlock's hand moved away instantly. He turned around and took a big step, "If you want to have breakfast, come here."

Carol stomped her feet and stuck out her tongue at Sherlock's back. He always knew how to deal with her.However, she rubbed her belly. A lot of things happened today, but she didn't even eat anything. She was really hungry.

Thinking of this, Carol hurried over to keep up with Sherlock.Together they left the palace of the wolf chief and came to the clean streets.

I walked too hastily before, and I haven't fully appreciated what the wolf clan's residence looks like.Although Carol walked quietly, her eyes kept scanning her surroundings.

It turns out that the daily life of werewolves is not much different from that of humans, except that we can occasionally see some werewolves showing their tails.Carol narrowed her eyes and thought about it. Maybe they thought their tails were beautiful, so they would show them off on the street.

Carol suddenly wanted to see her tail too, so she stopped in her tracks, thinking "Let my tail grow back".

Sherlock soon realized that there was no one around him, and he turned his head to look around, only to find that familiar figure standing not far away.What is more familiar is her shiny tail in the sun, and the two fluffy ears on the top of her head.

This is what Carol looks like when she first turns into a werewolf.She opened her eyes and smiled happily after seeing her beautiful tail.

"Sherlock, look at my tail!" Carol ran towards Sherlock excitedly, her tail was wagging behind her, and she turned around, "Isn't it beautiful?"

Sherlock swept the werewolves around lightly, and then said very cooperatively in Carol's ear, "To be honest, your tail is the best on the whole street."

Carol nodded in satisfaction, but before she could speak, Sherlock grabbed her by the tail, "In case you get lost again."

"I didn't..." Carol was aggrieved, and muttered, "I was just concentrating, I didn't get lost."

"That means I didn't like you." Sherlock shook his head helplessly, he raised Carol's tail and shook it, "I'll keep it for you first."

Carol: ...

Carol and Sherlock found a store that seemed to have a good business, and there was always a constant stream of customers at the door.Carol went in and sat down expectantly, but she looked dull again when she saw the dishes being served.Could it be that people in Middle-earth have no research on food?

Barbecue is really just barbeque, without any sauce, tasteless.Bread, really only bread that is as hard as a brick, feels like it can be knocked out directly.

And that weird drink, who will explain to her what "mantis juice" is?The person at the next table is drinking a sticky pitcher of water that seems to be called Goblin Blood?

Carol swallowed, not only could she not eat anything at this moment, but she could also spit out everything she ate yesterday.Seeing her strange expression, Sherlock immediately covered her eyes with his hand, "We'll eat when we go back to New York."

Sherlock felt his eyes blink under his palms, and the eyelashes brushed against his palms, tickling, as if responding to him.After paying the bill, they left quickly.

After walking outside, Sherlock let go of his hand, and Carol quickly took a breath of fresh air to drive away all the smells from her nasal cavity.

Sherlock led her around a few streets and found a secluded alley. He drew a circle skillfully and dragged Carol into it.

They stepped on the floor of 222 Baker Street. Carol saw that the familiar furniture had fallen to dust. She couldn't help feeling a little bit, how long have they been in Middle-earth?

Carol suddenly heard a voice from behind, it was Tony, "You two have disappeared for almost a month!"

"My God, are you even holding hands now?" Tony was shocked.

Carol was so scared that she immediately let go of Sherlock's hand. Didn't she realize that she was holding Sherlock's hand just now?Is this such a natural thing for her?

Carol was frightened by her own thoughts, she didn't continue to think about this question, and was attracted by Tony, "Do you know how long I have been waiting?"

"Sherlock, what are you wearing?" Tony quickly noticed the clothes Sherlock had put on before, and frowned, "Wow, this style is even more antique than Steve."

"If I'm not mistaken." Tony walked around Sherlock and asked, "You didn't go to Middle-earth, did you?"

"Stark, IQ has increased." Sherlock said indifferently.

"What clue did you find?" Tony knew that Middle-earth also had a wolf family with a long history.

"Can we take a shower before answering you? Curious Baby Stark?"

Tony blinked, showing a hint of disbelief, "When did you both develop enough to take a shower together?"

Carol and Sherlock:  …

Sherlock pulled Tony away, and closed the door by the way. The reason was simple and rude, "If he stays here, Carol Ann won't be able to take a good bath."

Tony rolled his eyes. He thought Sherlock must be in love, but he couldn't be bothered to reveal it.And Sherlock in love is really unreasonable.After saying goodbye to Carol, he drove away in the sports car.

Carol threw the bundle on the sofa and rushed into the bathroom.Lemon-flavored body wash, jasmine-flavored shampoo, and hot water at a moderate temperature... This is heaven!

Carol stayed in the bathroom for a full two hours and was reluctant to leave, even forgetting that she was still hungry.Is there anything better in the world than taking a hot bath?

Carol's whole body was soaked in hot water, and the mirror was covered with water vapor, but her mind was very clear.She grabbed the white bubbles in the tub, remembering what Sherlock had said to make her think.

She held Sherlock's hand so naturally before, and she didn't lose consciousness, couldn't she still not realize that she was holding someone's hand?

Carol frowned, God, she didn't want to let go of his hand, did she?She looked at the rising smoke and continued to think about what happened during this time.

She was very happy to see Sherlock looking for her in the cave of the elves; when Sherlock hugged her transformed into a little wolf cub, she felt that she would not be afraid even if she was in danger; when she was pretending to be Strange When she was a wife, she almost accepted other people's ridicule...

When she met Smaug in Lonely Mountain, the joy of completing the task made her forget, and Sherlock held her hand to comfort her; Spencer reminded her in Greentown that she liked Sherlock; and why did her father To tell Sherlock that she has a crush on him?

Carol realized that she seemed to be the only one who didn't know what everyone knew.Does she like Sherlock?That should be my favorite.

Carol's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, she bit her lip, do I need to tell Sherlock about this?Sherlock is so smart, it is very likely that he has discovered it long ago.

It's so embarrassing, Carol covered her face, if she had known earlier, she wouldn't have made so many embarrassments in front of Sherlock again.In case Sherlock's image of her is corrupted, oh no, in Sherlock's eyes, she has no such thing as an image.

The water in the bathtub was a little cold, Carol scooped up a handful of water and splashed it on her face.She shook her head, remembering the question Sherlock had asked.

"Carol Ann, do you think he's right?" Sherlock's voice sounded in her head.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, seemed determined, and whispered into the air, "He's right."

But Sherlock said she was so stupid, would he like a smart girl?Carol hung her head a little dejectedly.

She finished wiping her body in a trance, found some random clothes to put on, and put her feet into her leather shoes.What should I do, now my mind is full of Sherlock?

"Goo—" Carol finally realized how hungry she was, and she opened the door and walked out.The door next door just opened, and she turned her head to look, and saw Sherlock in a black windbreaker.

"What a coincidence?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

Carol wanted to agree, but what came out of her mouth was, "You like smart women, don't you?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she was stunned, and her mind suddenly came to her senses. There was a villain in her heart shouting, Carol Ann, you must be crazy!It's not good to say this!What would Sherlock think?

Sherlock looked at Carol with a sluggish expression, and pulled the corners of his lips, "Carol Ann, you are smart too."