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

What!Sherlock what did he say!Carol stared at him with wide eyes, what does this mean?

Sherlock does like smart people, but in his answer, she also falls into the category of smart people...that is, she is put into the category that Sherlock would like!

Oops, I accidentally asked such an important thing, do you want to continue asking?It's better to confess to Sherlock directly, no, no, no, if you are rejected, you will be ashamed and humiliated.

Carol bit her lip, still struggling with how to answer Sherlock's words, her inner struggle was shown on her face, but she didn't know it at all.

"Carol Ann?" Looking at Carol's expression, Sherlock was a little dumbfounded.

It's over, Sherlock called my name.Carol squinted. Could this be a hint?Or was what he said before just a joke?

so annoying!do not care!Carol felt that her brain was about to explode, so she decided to go all out. She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and quickly uttered a sentence, "Didn't you say I was stupid before?"

Sherlock: ...

Carol continued to chatter, "Actually, I'm not very smart, you're right, I'm a bit stupid..."

When Carol was still describing her "stupidity", Sherlock came over, tapped her head lightly, and sighed, "I don't know what your stupid head is thinking all day long? "

"I'm thinking..." Carol pursed her lips, her cheeks were a little hot, "The question you asked me before, about my treatment of you..."

"Huh?" Sherlock looked down at the top of her head, and smelled a faint scent of jasmine, "Then do you understand now?"

"Sherlock, I like you!" Carol said vigorously, covered her face and wanted to run, but she almost tripped over her left foot and tripped over her right foot, and was grabbed by Sherlock, and she slammed into Sherlock's arms with a thud. inside.

Sherlock reached out and stroked Carol's smooth long hair, bent down and brushed away the hair from her face, and held her flushed cheeks in his cups.The moment Carol saw Sherlock, she immediately closed her eyes. She was so ashamed that she even escaped and was caught.

Carol thought she was going to be mocked by Sherlock, she bit her lips tragically, and heard Sherlock's voice, "Then I..."

"No! Don't say it!" Carol yelled convulsively, "I'm not ready to hear your answer."

Sherlock chuckled, "Are you sure?"

To listen or not to listen?this is a problem.Carol was very conflicted in her heart. She wanted to know how Sherlock would react, and worried that he would find some weird reasons to reject her.

Sherlock's hand was still on Carol's cheek. For the first time, she felt that it would be good if the time stopped at this second, and she gradually calmed down.

Carol felt Sherlock's body leaning over slightly, his lips almost brushed against her ears, and the airflow exhaled when he spoke made her ears itch, "Then I will reluctantly agree to you."

Carol's body trembled, she suddenly opened her eyes, and saw Sherlock standing in front of her, she grabbed his arm in a daze, "What did you just say? Can you say it again?"

"No." Sherlock shook his head.

It was a cool night in New York, with a crescent moon hanging on the dark blue night, and Carol's eyes were so bright that she bent down and laughed.

"Mr. Holmes, can I have dinner with you?" Carol stood up straight and looked up at Sherlock. She rubbed her stomach, "I'm really hungry."

"What to eat?" Sherlock frowned deliberately, "It can't be another sandwich."

Carol remembered that the system asked her to complete the task of eating a sandwich with Sherlock.She foolishly thought that time had stood still, and she took a bite of Sherlock's sandwich, and Sherlock watched the whole process... A shameful past, unbearable to look back on.

Carol pursed her mouth and lowered her head pretending to be sad, "It seems that Sherlock doesn't like eating sandwiches with me."

Sherlock smiled, glanced at Carol, and walked forward in silence.Carol froze in place, Sherlock is so arrogant, can't you see that she is unhappy!Puzzled!

Carol stomped her feet angrily. Sherlock had already walked a short distance, so she could only run over quickly, panting after him, and complaining in her heart.

They passed a corner, and Sherlock walked into a supermarket, took a shopping basket and stuffed it in Carol's hand.Carol was in a daze. What's going on? Dinner in the supermarket?What a casual "date".

Carol could only carry the basket and follow Sherlock to see what he was going to do.

Sherlock first threw a bag of sliced ​​ham in, then walked to the vegetable and fruit section, found fresh lettuce, and put it in Carol's basket.

"Do you like tomato slices?" Sherlock turned to look at Carol, and pointed to the red tomato in front of him.

"Sherlock, what do you want?" Carol tilted her head slightly, puzzled.

"Let you make a sandwich." Sherlock handed a small packet of cheese to Carol.

Carol suddenly smiled and looked at him slyly, "Don't you like eating sandwiches with me?"

Sherlock explained solemnly, "It's so late, where are you going to find a restaurant? Don't forget, the law and order in this area is not good."

"Oh, so Sherlock was worried about my safety." Carol nodded while stroking her chin.

Sherlock picked up an apple and tapped Carol on the head, "I don't know what your stupid head is thinking all day long?"

"I miss you." Carol's eyes rolled around, but Sherlock's mouth was successfully blocked with one sentence.

Sherlock didn't even give Carol a look, and turned around quickly, looking like he was looking for food.Although he pretended to be nonchalant, his back was tense and a little stiff.

Seeing this, Carol suddenly burst out laughing.She seems to know the way to deal with Sherlock Holmes, that is to stick to the thick-skinned principle and not waver!

Carol ran over bouncingly, "Sherlock, you found so many ingredients, but you didn't even get toast, do you want an air sandwich?"

Sherlock's footsteps faltered, and he pretended to be calm and threw a bag of white toast into the basket, and then walked away from Carol's basket, "Go and pay."

Carol looked at Sherlock's back. If only a few months ago, she would never have thought that Sherlock would go shopping with her in the supermarket.She stood there with a smile overflowing her eyes.

Carol ran over, followed Sherlock out of the supermarket, and walked back to 222 Baker Street.Sherlock put the bag on the table, washed his hands, and began to unwrap the sliced ​​ham before throwing it into the hot pot.

"Wow, Sherlock is so good, he can cook." Carol clenched her fists and held them in front of her chest.

Sherlock glanced at her, there was a sizzling sound coming from the pan, and following the curling smoke, he had fried the slices of ham black.

Carol: ...