Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

"Oh, it would be nice to let her sit on your lap," Belmode said with a smile, "after all, she's just a little one."

Winnet was passively seated in the co-pilot, feeling uneasy; Shirley pressed herself in Winnet's arms with a look of indifference.Although the night was cold, Winnet still had the feeling of being burned in the fire of karma, with sweat oozing from the tip of her nose. However, compared with her body, her mind fell into restless whimsy.

Winnet trembled her fingers in a somewhat nervous rhythm, quietly.

"Bermod, what are you going to say?" she asked.

"Why, don't you call me a lap dancer?" Belmode put on sunglasses, showing a meaningful smile, "Is this the 'growth' after joining the organization?"

"What about you? Don't you want to be called that by me?" Winnet asked back,

"Well, I really want to have an intimate conversation with you." Belmode lit a cigarette, and the smoke flowed backward like a trail cloud. "After all, it will be very difficult to have such an opportunity soon."

"The time for you to go to Japan has been set, on the evening of December 26."

"You and Shirley will go to Japan on a ship of a member of the organization. His code name is Burgundy, and he is the owner of the ship. You will know this when you get on the ship. When you get to Japan, Qin I'll come over to greet you."

"Ah, that man with the top hat! Damn it!" Miss Winnet said with a quintessence of British nationalism.

She doesn't have a good impression of Gin at all, not to mention the standpoint of the prisoner, just the fact that Shirley was bullied by him last time is enough for Miss Wynette to write him down in her little book .

"It's better for you to get along with him," Belmode reminded, "It's terrible to be stared at by that kind of man."

"I understand."

Miss Wynette is deeply impressed by the spirit of obedience and indifference. Even if she is respectful on the surface, it does not prevent her from cursing the man with the high hat behind her back.

"Then... that's the end of my playing time. Staying up late is the enemy of women."

Belmode put the two of them down at a distance from the attic; Winnet raised her palm to say goodbye, and when she turned her head, she heard Shirley's nasal laughter.

"What's wrong?"

"It's all right," Shirley said, "I just don't know what's the purpose of choosing it after Christmas."

"Christmas..."

Due to her confused perception of time and festivals, she almost hears omens from other people's mouths for all festivals.Every Christmas, she would make maple syrup cakes for others, as well as a little decoration.

Sister Alyssa has an old-fashioned personality, and she has no intention of arranging a Christmas tree. Carnival at Christmas is not something worth advocating.If it is a little more extreme, like "Jehovah's Witnesses", they don't even celebrate Christmas at all.

What is the habit of the United States?

eat turkey?

No, even if Shirley lived in the United States, I'm afraid there would be no special celebration of the holiday.

"However, it's finally calmed down for a while, isn't it?" Shirley said.

Then she moved closer to Winnet and shook hands.

"Well, you can leave here now."

Winnet originally wanted to say "I can see your sister soon", but she changed her words before she could speak. She didn't know what was in her mind, jealousy?disturbed?In case the process is not as smooth as expected, it is not a good thing to give Shirley too much expectation.

"No need to repeat, Winnet; you've been absent-minded lately, and you just seem more open than ever."

Hearing this, Winnet smiled. If she was depressed, her emotions would be transmitted to other people.According to her theory of happiness, happiness is something that is transmitted after all. "Yes, Shirley dear," she said in greeting, but there was something else hidden in it.

"This time, I have to prepare for a surprise. So forget about the last failure."

Miss Winnet rubbed her fingers and shouted happily: "I'm here to cook! You can't imagine how superb my cooking skills are!"

"Superb?" Shirley touched the back of her neck, "It's really unexpected."

"I'm going to scare you."

"Okay, then I'll wait and see."

"Just wait and see, dear Shirley; this time I will definitely reverse your prejudice and make you happy from ear to ear. A qualified killer always has some cards of his own."

Shirley yawned; she took Winnet's hand as she walked down the road, thinking it was probably all sweets.But there was nothing wrong with her teeth, and it didn't matter if she ate some high-sweet food once in a while; she slowed down, stared at Winnet, who was self-sufficient, and took a deep breath of white mist.

"Your clothes are weird," Shirley said. "It's very eye-catching and cold on the street, right?"

Winnett was still wearing combat uniforms that exposed her stomach and knees. She smiled and said, "There are no people on the street anyway."

"There is someone who cares, right in front of you."

Hearing this, Winnet's movements were a little awkward for a moment.

While talking, the two of them had walked to the old street paved with stone bricks.After walking half a street, they arrived at the attic where they lived. There were more things on the street that they didn't have when they left. Small colored electric lights were decorated in street lamps and every corner, overshadowing the presence of moonlight.Even the vines climbing out of the windows of the residents are shining brightly, and the street seems to have become an electronic garden.

"Then... lend me the blanket?" Winnet blinked playfully.

"Ah, do you want me to warm you up?"

Shirley laughed and teased her.

How could Miss Winnet have ever experienced such explicit words, her face changed color, and her face, which was originally fair in the cold wind, exuded a touch of pink powder, which was particularly conspicuous under the light; Shirley saw, not only The face, even the roots of the ears and the shoulders were faintly pink, looking charming and seductive in the somewhat dim light.

Hey, is this a hint?

Miss Wynette's eyes were blank and she forgot to blink, but her steps changed mechanically.

"What's the matter? Before, it seemed to be quite a lot?" Shirley pressed her finger on Winnet's finger groove.

"Well, it seems like..."

She answered, unable to say anything else.But at least she knew that there was no sign of sensitivity, she really wanted to pour a basin of cold water on herself - the low temperature air could not stop her worrying thoughts; When children watch it, they don't feel that way at all.

Very strange.

Winnet straightened her gaze back and frowned.

"You'd better change your clothes quickly, it's not good if you have a fever." Shirley said, "However, there is a saying in Japan that 'idiots don't catch a cold'."

Who is a fool!

……

097 Talking Drunk Kiss

Miss Winnet changed into warm clothes as soon as she got back to the attic, so as not to be seen as a fool.

The fleece hoodie is worn outside, and the combat uniform is worn as underwear.

By the way, she cleaned up her muddy body. During the previous operation, she became a little disheartened.But as soon as she thought of what Shirley had done to such a her, she grabbed her hair and soaked her face in cold water.The cold water in the cold night was quite strong, Miss Winnet felt her whole face went numb, and her need for desire was also dropping sharply.

However, her head is still not clear, maybe because of the wine.

She walked out of the bathroom and saw Shirley sitting in front of the TV watching the news. The male anchor of the "Report" news station read the headline headline, it was the arrest of a well-known mafia figure by the FBI. Although the face did not appear on the camera, Winnet knew that it was someone from tonight.

"It seems that the person who attacked us may not be the mafia, why is the FBI there?"

Seeing Winnet approaching, Shirley asked casually.

"According to the FBI, the mafia caused a melee due to the uneven distribution of benefits. At present, all the mafia members on Highway [-] have been arrested, and no civilian casualties have been found. Now the reporters we are interviewing on-line..."

The anchor's voice continued to sound from the TV, and Shirley opened a can of coffee and took a sip.

"It's not good to drink this kind of thing all the time, you won't be able to sleep tonight."

"I'm just as energetic without it. At night, not to mention a lot of things happened tonight. However, the soft fox doll may help you sleep." Shirley said lazily, holding a mini pillow.

Winnet lifted her head from the TV, walked to Shirley's side with a grunt, snatched the coffee can from her hand, and poured it down her throat; Shirley was stunned, she couldn't Knowing where Winnet is coming, "Won't you not be able to sleep in this way?".

Compared with the coffee brewed by oneself, the concentration of canned coffee is much higher. For Shirley, consuming coffee is just a habit, and she usually pays attention to maintaining her health.

"Well, when I was in the villa, I couldn't sleep anymore."

Shirley saw that Winnet's cheeks were flushed, and she was biting her lip like a child struggling.It made Shirley think of Santa Claus decorations on the street, always flushed, and sometimes even holding a wine bottle in his hand; what a stupid alcoholic, she smelled the pungent breath between Winnet's mouth. The smell of wine and lemony liqueur, caressing her hair with gestures of endearment, made Winnet sit between her and the arm of the sofa.

Shirley squeezed Winnet's space intentionally, "Oh, what's the reason?"

"The reason... oh, the reason, it's so embarrassing! I don't know how to describe it..."

Winnet's voice was a little excited, her voice rarely became higher, and the last syllable was very hoarse; Shirley's arms went around Winnet's back, wrapped around her snow-white neck, and drew Winnet closer to her arms .Then, she saw Winnet close her eyes, as if talking to herself:

"Shirley..."

No wonder on the way back, Winnet seemed to be in high spirits and said a lot.Now that she thinks about it, the spirit of alcohol may have come up at that time.

What exactly did Belmode give her to drink?

Shirley has a headache.

Not to mention that fifteen or sixteen years old were under the age of drinking, Winnet in front of her obviously did not feel drunk.

"Okay, I'm here." Shirley put Winnet, who was leaning sideways, on her shoulders in a soothing tone.

Although Winnet is a bit bigger than her in terms of body, her cheeks are still very childish, with a bit of baby fat, and her own facial contours are very obvious. In another year or so, she is confident that she will look more mature than Winnet.

"why?"

She heard Winnet whispering.

"because……"

It's a little difficult to say the embarrassing words again.Anyway, Shirley thought, Winnet would forget everything when she woke up in the morning.

"Because I love you!"

Shirley sighed, feeling like a libertine in her tone.She squinted at Winnet's face, under the orange light, the atmosphere was here.

Her face was like the sky burning with the setting sun, and her flickering eyes were like the last light of the day.

Shirley stared.

Winnet replied dazedly: "I think it's been like that for a long time..."

She thought Winnet would talk about something else, but she just closed her eyes, and the wide slippers were thrown off by her slender, white feet; Winnet turned her body upside down, her white hair draped over her shoulders and back, One leg is hidden behind the other, forming a nude posture commonly seen in oil paintings. She puts one hand between Shirley's crotch, and looks up at Shirley's cheek while crawling.

Shirley couldn't help swallowing.

"You have a shy side too!"

"You're very drunk."

"Drunk? No, alcohol is the devil! Do you know? I often see drunkards making noise on the farm. When they are sober, they are no different from ordinary people. When they touch alcohol, they are like girls who have been hurt by love, looking for life and death... If If an accident happened, they would have to be buried in the church. Those who have relatives are fine, but those who don’t..."

"I'm starting to talk nonsense." Shirley scratched her forehead hair, distressed.

Winnet kissed her hand with her lips, and then, taking a deep breath:

"There is a mysterious force that has turned my life into your prisoner. Do you know how contradictory you are? You look like a child, but your thoughts are thorough and rich. You are too naive to treat me as a supervisor." By."

"I know," Shirley said, "maybe we're kind of alike."

"It's just an illusion of empathy, we're not the same at all. It's like you're walking up the stairs and I'm walking down the stairs; you love hot colors and I'm looking for blue in blue; you're not running away Or resist, and I can't help but follow you. But every moment, I feel more and more that I am actually doing stupid things and enjoying those stupid things."

"Facing you, I was afraid of getting too close, so I couldn't bear to be too far away from you; I walked into this resting place, and you were waiting for me in the room, even willing to prepare food for me, knowing that I was going Under the circumstances of what to do; I am like a victim, caught in your vortex... In the past, there was no law, and I lived like that; afterward, with the commandment, sins will be resurrected..."

"The me hidden in my heart is dead."

Shirley's ears were so soft when she heard it, it was no different from a nasty confession; was such a slippery Winnet tricked by alcohol?

Before Winnet's palm began to caress her cheek, Shirley leaned over, grabbed Winnet's leg, and gave it a hard push.

Winnet's calf was pressed against her own shoulder in an extremely indecent gesture; Shirley clasped Winnet's ankle bone, feeling the unevenness under the delicate skin-the shape of the bone is beautiful.She exerted a slight force so that her waist and abdomen almost overlapped.In her eyes, there was a slender, charming, and flexible woman, whose seductive appearance always revealed a kind of intoxicating purity, slender and soft eyelashes drooping, and the delicate skin on her face was flushed.

Even if it wasn't lust, it would be hard to stop wanting to kiss her on the cheek.

But Shirley had no choice but to turn around and slowly lower Winnet's ankle——

"God says to you, it's getting late."

……

Remarks: Get rid of the three nothings, add some evil depravity, add some evil spirits, and make up for yourself

ps: Want to see it?Underage (referring to the role) Daba!

098 Christmas Eve

"It's so strange that it looks like this."

Shirley rubbed her chest, her heart was agitated all the time, she took a deep breath and poured a glass of salt water.