Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

The halo in the shopping mall is a bit bright, shining on the crown, the light reflected by the ruby ​​is dazzling, and the dark thorns are entwined, cuddling each other, charming and magnificent.

The crown was worth £800 million when she was a child.

Now it has been removed several times, and the price has already doubled.

And now, the crown is back in her hands.

Time was slowed down.

He could smell the fragrance of Ai Miye's body, as if she was tempting, but also as if she was rejecting, her body carried a contradictory sense of beauty, like poppies, addictive and intoxicating.

When he reached out, his fingertips passed through her hair, which was soft and smooth, more comfortable than fine silk.

He always knew that her body was not healthy enough and too thin. When he hugged her, he clearly felt that her bones were still much more fragile than ordinary people after a period of conditioning.

But, this hug was short-lived.

The fragrance became weaker, he pursed his lips, and unconsciously clenched his bony fingers, the temperature of her body still remained at the fingertips.

"Thank you," she said.

The corners of her lips curled slightly, a rare smile came into her eyes.

No matter how indifferent and indifferent on the surface, her emotions were still affected when she reconnected with the good memories of her childhood.

She refused to admit that she still longed for love, but the truth was right in front of her eyes, she just refused to take that step, she stood where she was, and built layer after layer of fortresses to isolate everyone, like a lonely Knights, guard their own world.

After Xi Lai bought her own clothes, it was time for dinner, and she invited Aimi Ye and Sherlock to her Chinese restaurant.

Before Sherlock uttered a series of bad sanitary problems about the restaurant, Ai Miye tugged on his sleeve, he closed his mouth, closed his eyes, held her back, and gently touched her pulse with his little finger and ring finger s position.

Xi Lai's eyes flickered for a moment, and he opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but he didn't ask in the end after all, obviously wasn't it?That man was Ai Mi Ye's boyfriend, she brushed the hair next to her ear, remembering the first time she saw Ai Mi Ye.

At that time, she was with Sherlock.

She always has an aura of not being close to strangers, she is clearly rejecting everyone's approach, but she has such an outstanding appearance, to others, it is like He/Luo Yin, as long as she gets a little closer At one point, you can't go away.

Cyril is like this, Sherlock is like this.

Even Hillary, too.

The business of the Chinese restaurant has always been very good, but even so, Xi Lai is just a child of an ordinary family. She studied abroad in the United States and opened a Chinese restaurant here after graduation. The profit is enough for her to live without worry, but only here Yes, she can occasionally buy a light luxury item, but it is impossible for her to cross class.

She knew the gap between her and Ai Miye.

Even if Ai Miye didn't show it, she could still see that whether it was a pair of limited edition high heels or a high-end dress, there was a huge gap.

Although she didn't know the price of the crown, judging from the rubies inlaid on it, she would not be able to afford it. Although Ai Miye was very happy when she received the crown, she was not surprised.

The other party should have been accustomed to such expensive jewelry.

She couldn't give Ai Miya a beautiful gift like Sherlock did.

Across the square four-corner table, Xi Lai looked at the porcelain white round bowl in a daze. She had no experience in making friends, or in other words, she had no experience in making friends with rich girls.

After she immigrated to the United States, her former friendships faded a lot. She hasn't made serious friends for a long time, and she doesn't want fast-food friendships.

But Ai Mi Ye didn't have that much thought, she ate quietly, and Sherlock next to her silently calculated the trace elements she ingested, and he moved the glass towards her calmly, raising Make sure she drinks plenty of water.

Sherlock's habits have been around since he was Amy Ye's personal chef, and when Mycroft told him that if she didn't forget him, he would only have five months to live, he had already taken control The idea of ​​her diet was gone.

He won't fake his death a second time, because he can't afford such a price.

From completely trusting to not caring, the gap is too huge, and he still hasn't gotten used to it.

After eating, Ai Miye was ready to say goodbye to Xi Lai and leave.

Xi Lai thought the same way at first, but she inadvertently glanced at Sherlock next to her, he was waiting for her, waiting for her to go home together, for some reason, she suddenly said without thinking, "There is a movie I want tonight. Do you want to watch the play in which you are acting?"

Ai Miye was putting the box containing the crown into the shopping bag, when she heard her question, she paused her fingers, and looked up at her, Xi Lai's eyes were full of hope.

A dark light flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and the warm light of the restaurant shone inside.

"……Um."

Ai Mi Ye responded, turned to look at Sherlock, and asked him silently, after a while, he nodded slightly.

There was such an accident before, but it didn't affect the drama performance at all. On the contrary, because of the intimidation of the criminal Mr., the place became more dramatic, and more people came here attracted by it.

Xi Lai was backstage getting ready to go on stage, while Ai Mi Ye and Sherlock were sitting in their seats waiting for the curtain to be drawn.

Although the 'thank you gift' was requested by Sherlock, apart from that, he had already infiltrated her life unconsciously.

Just like just now, when she was invited, she would ask him if he wanted to be together.

He is meddling in her affairs in terms of food, clothing, housing and transportation, subtly influencing her to make her get used to his presence.

Indeed, she was beginning to get used to it.

Sherlock was next to her, and the lights gradually dimmed, leaving only the soft light on the stage, and the auditorium fell into darkness.

His bony hands slipped across her wrist inadvertently, and her fingertips touched her cold skin. He frowned, pursed his lower lip, and held her hand.

She didn't refuse, just quietly watching the play on the stage.

This kind of drama has never interested the consulting detective. He used his peripheral vision to look at the people around him, and the soft light fell into her eyes, quietly, like scattered starlight in the night.

He felt her fingers move, and then she held him back.

The tiny stars were shining brightly, and his heart seemed to stop beating.