Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

Ai Miye patted him on the shoulder, "It's okay."

"It's easy to spark between men and women, especially young people, I understand."

After finishing speaking, Ai Miye took out the car keys from her bag and walked towards the parking lot. She didn't turn her head to see his reaction.

Before escaping from Cyril's cage, her body had been declining day by day. Even though her daily nutritional needs were met, she was still very thin, lacked exercise, her limbs were weak, and her body had various small symptoms. Malfunction, slow blood circulation, cold hands and feet.

The dress design exposed her slender legs, and he could see the thin bones. Her physical fitness was already bad, and now it will only get worse.

She may have known.

Sherlock sat in the co-pilot and scanned the interior of the car.

There are no personal items, the car was recently purchased, the control buttons of the co-pilot's window have no traces, and there are fine dust on it, and no one has ever sat in the co-pilot before him, this knowledge makes him a little satisfied.

Ai Miye's driving skills are not proficient. In fact, she has been out of touch with the world for a long time. Even if she took the shortest time to understand the current political situation and become a person again, many things can't be solved in a short time. can be retrieved again.

Hate Cyril?

No, hate is such a personal word.

All her emotions towards Cyril were washed away during the days in the dungeon.

In fact, I should have suspected it a long time ago, but I have always refused to believe it, and I don't believe that power and money can turn the closest people against each other.

Now that she is in it, she knows the magic power of power, like a drug, devouring people's hearts bit by bit.

Revenge is also a vocabulary that puts oneself in danger.

This is not revenge.

All she did was to fight for her right to survive.

221B Baker Street.

Back in the room, Ai Miye asked while taking off her clothes, "Gottylenol?"

Her complexion was originally fair, slightly transparent under the light.

After taking off her clothes, he could see her skeleton more clearly, she was a little abnormally thin.

What she put on was his shirt, and the dress she took off was thrown aside.

The shirt was much too big for her, the collar of the shirt was unbuttoned, the shoulders were exposed, and the delicate porcelain white skin made people want to touch it.

"It looks good?" She raised her eyebrows, not caring about being naked in front of him.

"You need rest."

Sherlock gave her a bottle of medicine from the drawer, and handed her the water glass on the table.

There was no answer, and she didn't press.

Taking out two pills and putting them in her mouth, she took another sip of water and swallowed them. She said flatly, "Good suggestion."

After finishing speaking, she nestled into the sofa with the computer in her hand, and began to deal with government affairs without looking up.

Sherlock glanced at her, his eyes inadvertently fell on her shoulder, and quickly moved away, his tone was very flat, "Although Tylenol can relieve headaches, Tylenol is used to treat headaches caused by the common cold or influenza Symptoms, obviously it's not working for you."

"You get a headache because your body is working hard, you should rest, otherwise your system will be slightly disordered, and your work efficiency will only get lower and lower."

Sherlock's hand hanging by his side calmly prepared the general anesthetic injection.

"Isn't that what life is like?"

Her voice didn't fluctuate at all, like a silent bitch, bottomless.

"Everyone has moments when they can't help themselves." She focused on the words on the screen without raising her eyes.

After watching for a few seconds, she suddenly stopped, turned around and looked at him, "Is there a moment when you can't help yourself?"

Under the light, her face looked soft.

Noble like a god, like a girl.

There was only the slight sound of the wind blowing through the curtains in the room. Her eyes were as deep blue as sea water. She had never revealed her pupil color, and even her hair was dyed jet black.

Layer after layer of masks, she prevents people from seeing her true appearance because of fear.

Sherlock's fingers holding the anesthetic were slightly clenched, and he could almost hear his own breathing.

"Have."

Every time she comes close.

It will become his own reasons.

The speed of the heartbeat, the frequency of breathing, and if measured by an instrument, it would even be found that his blood pressure is rising.

"Look, everyone has." She shrugged, turned and continued to look at the screen.

The next second, the syringe pierced her skin, and he hugged her tightly to prevent her subconscious struggle for self-protection.

Her body was petite and soft, and her arm muscles could barely exert any strength. She could only watch him inject the liquid into her body.

After losing consciousness, Aimiya lay completely in his arms like a rose with its thorns removed.

It was so fragile that it seemed that if he exerted a little force, he would hurt her.

He was on a good dose and he said she needed to rest.

As for those government affairs.

He hugged Ai Miye and carefully placed her on the bed. Her long jet black hair was spread on the dark blue sheets, winding like a stream in a valley. Her quiet face was like a sleeping princess, waiting for the prince to come. The kiss of true love.

He stretched out his hand, feeling the speed of his heartbeat, "Love is a dangerous disadvantage."

Emotionless.

But lo and behold, my body betrayed me.

He withdrew his gaze, sat where she was just now, and settled all the government affairs she needed to deal with in just a few minutes.

The rest of the time was long and silent, with only the sound of the wind as his companion.

He came to the window and looked at the night outside, the dark sky was vast and boundless, full of stars, the moonlight was bright and pure, a gift from nature, isn't it beautiful?

Suddenly, he turned around and walked to Ai Mi Ye's side, touching her eyes with his slender hands.

Her eyes are like today's night, even though she was tortured by the murder and imprisoned by Cyril, the gleam in her eyes never disappeared.

Life is much crueler than hers, but there are very few souls as tough as hers.

The bony fingers slowly slid down, her lips were soft, the color of spring cherry, even a god could not help but want to kiss.

The moonlight shone into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on Ai Miye's face, dreamy and holy like an angel.

He leaned over slowly, placing his hand on the side of her face.

He saw her black hair like a waterfall, and her eyelashes like butterfly wings.

Her lips are like the fragrance of roses.

Soft and sweet.