[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The little fox was imprisoned, as expected, after all, she was the one who asked the little black house to punish her in order to save her life.However, the little fox felt that his life-saving plan this time was a little out of play.

As for why...

Click!The beige door was opened from the outside.The little fox lying lazily on the bed looked sideways, and the familiar black and white three-piece suit came into view.

"If you inject me with anesthesia every day, it won't be long before my muscles atrophy due to inactivity and lead to high paralysis." The little fox said weakly.

Originally, the little fox's plan was to stay at McCoff's until eight o'clock in the evening and then escape.After being injected with drugs, she changed some details slightly.First quietly purify the medicine in the body, and then draw the power of Mycroft's soul to stun him like he stunned Moriarty, and finally escape.

However, even if the details were changed according to the development of the incident, she could not match the speed of the situation.

After entering this isolated island, Mycroft seemed to be a different person.Oh no, according to his previous character design, now he should be said to have restored the previous Iceman character design.As if the flirtatious man flashing up to her waist in the car was her hallucination, Mycroft on the island became abstinent.No matter if she was acting cute or acting like a baby or being willful and rascal, he never had any ambiguous behavior with her.Every day except sleeping on the same bed with myself at night, only when I injected myself with anesthesia at noon every day would I gently place a kiss on her forehead.

You can't absorb Mycroft's soul power without kissing, so you can't knock him out.Moreover, after purifying the medicine in his body every day, new medicine would be injected in, and his weak hands couldn't seal spells at all.The little fox had to guess whether McCoff knew his ability.Otherwise, why did each of the tasks he did hit her weakness?

"No." With manicured, round and clean fingertips, the buttons of the suit jacket were unbuttoned one by one. The man hung the clothes on the hanger at the door, and put the umbrella in his hand aside.

"But, the medicine is three-point poisonous." The little fox said weakly, staring at the lines on the ceiling with empty eyes.

"En." Mycroft hummed lightly, and while unbuttoning the gem buttons on his cuffs, rolled up his sleeves, he walked to the little fox, "So from today onwards, I will stop injecting you with drugs."

"Really?!" The little fox's eyes lit up.So good all of a sudden?There must be no fraud!

"Really." Mycroft sat sideways on the edge of the bed, and with his slender fingers he took out a flat black square box from his pants pocket: "As long as you wear this."

The little fox moved his eyes to look at the box in the man's hand, the lid was lifted, and a delicate diamond-encrusted platinum bracelet lay quietly inside.

No more injecting drugs. It must mean that McCoff has a more effective way to prevent himself from leaving.The little fox frowned hesitantly: "What's in it?"

"Bomb." Mycroft never concealed his sinister intentions. Whether it was trying to strangle her before or imprisoning her by injection of drugs, he has always been so straightforward.

"..." The little fox slightly widened his eyes: "Will you blow me up if I leave?"

"No." Mycroft took out the bracelet, unlocked it and handcuffed it to the little fox's wrist: "The trigger method is not the remote control, but the distance."

The weak little fox couldn't stop the bracelet from being locked on her wrist at all. She pursed her lips and looked at McCoff with a calm expression in silence: "What do you mean by distance?"

The corners of his straight lips suddenly curved into a shallow arc. The man smiled obviously in a happy mood, and said slowly: "For example, when the bracelet leaves the signal range, it will detonate. For example, if you take off the bracelet and leave The heat source of the human body will also explode immediately."

"Don't laugh and say such horrible things!" The little fox rolled his eyes weakly.No need to ask, the source of the signal must only be known to McCoff!

Ahhhhh!What kind of enmity and resentment is it!Why are you targeting her like this!Is it just because she started messing around and finally gave up!

...It seems that this enmity is quite serious.

But but but!It's just a relationship problem, so don't take revenge on her like this!The little fox broke down and wanted to scratch his head, but he couldn't lift his weak hands at all.

"Mycroft, is it really okay for you to be like this!" Moriarty let it go, after all, he is a villain.No matter how dark Mycroft is, he should still be a positive character, why is he even more ruthless than a villain!

The girl's figure was clearly engraved in the dark blue and nearly black eyes.The slender fingers with protruding joints squeezed her chin quite forcefully, and the man's cool and pleasant voice sounded faintly:

"You forced me."

The little fox was forced to raise her head, and the soreness of her jaw being pinched made her cry aggrievedly: "I didn't!"

"No?" Mycroft narrowed his eyes.

"It's you who insist on indulging in the past! You are all adults, don't you know the word "get together and hang out! Why do you like me, I have to like you! Is it stipulated by the law?!" The tension of this day in London is almost The little fox couldn't breathe, and now being stimulated by McCoff's words, it was almost broken.

The tingling pain in his heart made Mycroft's hands tremble slightly, he pursed his lips, and silently looked at the girl under him.After a while, the man slowly closed his eyes, got up and left the bed: "I said, I don't care if you like me or not."

The little fox frowned and looked at him.

"As long as I like you, you have to stay by my side until death."

...

After a frank hurtful confession that day, McCoff rarely appeared.He didn't come back until she fell asleep at night, and when she woke up during the day, he had already left.Occasionally bump into each other, the two of them are just busy with their own business, and basically don't talk much.

This seems to be the Cold War?The little fox sighed slightly.

Sometimes she also regrets that what she seems to say is too ruthless, and wonders if she should apologize or make up for it, but as soon as this idea comes up, she is suppressed by her own reason.

It's okay, don't be soft-hearted, he is not her boyfriend, so why coax!What if you coax people and coax things into trouble again!Let's find a way to leave while he's not here during the day, the slag fox thought as he looked at the bracelet on his wrist.

Since she was put on a dangerous bracelet that day, Mycroft really didn't inject her or feed her any soft-handed drugs.It's just that the little fox really would rather be drugged, and the feeling of carrying a dangerous item on his body is really frightening.Although Mycroft said that any shaking and collision would not detonate, she was still terribly afraid.It's okay to be killed because she won't really die anyway, but it will be miserable if she is disabled by the bombing.

She can escape with her current demon power, but the difficulty lies in the bracelet.The signal source didn't know what it was or what it looked like, let alone where McCoff hid it.If the source of the signal cannot be resolved, it would be a waste of effort for her to go out.

"Alas..." the little fox sat on the beach, resting his chin on his knees and sighed as he watched the free-flying seagulls in the distance.

"You seem to be in a bad mood." Suddenly, a deep and magnetic male voice came from behind, so close that it seemed to be right next to your ear.

The little fox's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes widened suddenly: "Stephen?!" She turned her head quickly: "Why are you—?!"

The man in black standing behind the little fox straightened up abruptly. He folded his arms around his chest and looked down at her: "Stephen?" The man raised his eyebrows with a cold face: "Who is it?"

"...Xia, Sherlock?" The little fox looked at the long face with slightly younger features and no beard.Oh no!Calling the wrong name again, is it going to be over again!The little fox's heart beat faster, and on the surface, she pretended that it wasn't her who called Stephen just now: "Why are you here!"

"Answer the question I just asked." Perhaps Moriarty and McCoff would follow the little fox's question to change the subject, then investigate that Stephen silently behind their backs, and then quietly kill the rival in love.But Sherlock will never expose it casually. He has a straight face, and his three-colored eyes are full of sarcasm and sneer: "Who is Stephen? Your new love?"

"Uh..." The little fox guessed that Sherlock might come here to save her. If he said he was a new love, he might just leave him and run away.Finally, there is a chance to escape, how can I let it go!The little fox's heart turned back and forth, and the embarrassed expression on his face did not change, but continued to act: "Uh, there was a little relationship in the past."

"Oh." Sherlock gave a light sigh, raised his eyebrows: "Before?"

"En." The little fox nodded: "He is very similar to you, very similar, I recognized him as you at the beginning."

The hints in these words couldn't be more obvious. Although Sherlock is not skilled in emotions, it doesn't prevent him from knowing a lot.He also knew about the stand-in.

Was she ever with him because that Stephen was like him?The cold expression on Sherlock's face remained unchanged, but in his childish heart, there was a complex emotion of being unhappy that the little fox had a new love, and secretly feeling that the new love was because of him.

"Sherlock, how did you find this place?" The little fox first looked around and made sure there was no one around before standing up and walking in front of him.

"I came with you." Sherlock sneaked into Mycroft's team and followed the island on the first day, but he had no plan at that time, so he stayed put for the time being.

"Are you here to save me?" the little fox asked tentatively.

"Otherwise, did I come to travel?" Sherlock still had that cynical look, even if he was facing someone he liked, it didn't change much, which made the little fox very relieved.It is best not to change!

"That's great, Sherlock, you're a—"

"Don't send me a good person card." Sherlock immediately interrupted the little fox: "There are conditions for me to save you."

"Ah?" The little fox froze in the air before letting go of her cheering movement: "What...conditions?"

"Yes." Sherlock nodded: "I won't save you in vain."

"What conditions?" The little fox asked cautiously.

Sherlock opened his skirt, stretched out and took out a folded white paper from the inner pocket: "Sign."

"what is this?"

The little fox took the paper suspiciously and opened it. On the top of the A4-sized paper, words in bold and capital letters were printed on it:

marriage application

Little fox: what? !