[Zhongyingmei] She has a very bad temper in Kuaichuan

Suddenly, Cecilia pursed her lips and put her hand on Sherlock's shoulder, "Are you jealous?"

"..."

She completely stopped paying attention to the man who had invited her to lunch, and moved a little closer to Sherlock, "You didn't contradict me."

"I just don't want to do meaningless things. It's hard for your IQ to accurately understand my essence."

Cecilia was not angry this time, but happier, "You like me."

A declarative sentence is used.

The man watching from the side touched his nose and said to himself, "Now I'm a little embarrassed..."

Then silently retreated back, away from these two men and women who saw no one else in their eyes.

"You should use your brain to think."

"Anyway, I already know that you like me, it's nothing."

She put her arms around his neck and smiled wantonly, "I came to this world just for you."

Just for you alone.

Sherlock looked at her, his face was semi-dark due to the light, his face was smooth and sharp, his eyes were focused, like the eyes of some kind of cold-blooded animal.

His personality is not good in the eyes of many people, and he has many enemies, but he never cares about those.

From the first moment he saw her, he knew she had many secrets and she wanted to get close to him.

This approach has no clear purpose, she seems to be just to get close to him.

Cecilia was still hugging him, looking at him with black pupils, extremely pure black, unable to see what was really hidden inside.

"Of course, it doesn't matter if you don't admit it, I understand..."

The words were not finished, for the last syllable was swallowed.

His hands were cold and pressed against her face, the smooth and delicate touch under his fingers made one's heart palpitate.

Her breath is sweet and greasy, with the breath of sea breeze and the vitality of spring, which is an irresistible temptation.

She looked very petite in his arms, even with many years of experience as a mercenary, her skin was still callous-free, with the same cold touch as his.

The soft and smooth hair fell on his fingertips, very lightly, like a butterfly flapping its wings on his hand.

Following her direction, he was getting closer, and she had to back up until her back was against the cargo shelf, and there was no way back.

One of his hands on the side of her face moved back to separate her head from the metal of the cargo rack, and the other was clasped around her waist.

I don't know how long this intimate contact lasted.

People passing by blushed and pushed the shopping carts away. I don't know how many shopping carts have already been pushed away in a hurry.

221B Baker Street.

After eating and drinking enough, Cecia: "It's a pity not to be a chef."

Sherlock ignored her, but typed on the computer keyboard, and there was a click.

She leaned over to look curiously.

"Cecia Xia?"

"You need an ID."

"Do you think I need it?"

Sherlock: "..."

"The Civil Affairs Bureau needs it."

"Oh."

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