Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

So I set up a special reward, add a monthly ticket with 20 characters, add a blade with 6000 characters, and there is no upper limit, anyway, I don’t owe much, let’s settle once with [-] characters, because the first fan is about that much Character.

I feel that there are not many readers who join the group, but they can’t be released on the platform, so they are booked in the button group for the time being.

If counting, welcome to supervise.

……

183 Hands tied

"No aggravation," Winnet said. "You don't worry about me."

"You look like this. Who can rest assured?" Shirley pulled Winnet to sit down.

Winnet smiled, drunk, and leaned forward, wrapping one arm around Shirley's neck, "I'm fine."

Shirley took advantage of the opportunity to sit on Winnet's lap, turned sideways, and pressed Winnet's palm to her chest.

She smiled, "You feel it? A heart that is beating for you."

Winnet looked up in confusion. She wanted to take away her palm, but Shirley detained her.Shirley supported Winnet's jawbone with her left hand, her thumb stroked her smoky, cold cheek, and her ring finger and index finger stayed on her slender, smooth neck.

Winnet felt a blur in her field of vision, and Shirley's face and smile were close at hand.

In front of Shirley, she became trembling and easily excited, her nerves trembled like strings, and this tremor was in the gap between fear and novelty.The alcohol had sapped her composure so much that she was now in a childlike state of defenselessness: a newborn exposed to the air.She felt a wince, which increased her nervousness, which gradually turned into a physical discomfort—

She retches.

Vomited.

She was hunched over, like a curled up hedgehog, buried on Shirley's knee, spitting out wine and bile, panting wearily.Winnet had no habit of eating before the mission.

Facing this situation, Shirley didn't get up and leave.

Shirley felt a wild love and tenderness aroused in her heart, which turned into a wild longing.But her lover, exhausted and reluctant, tilts his head even in uncontrollable vomiting, tries not to splash vomit on her body, and tries to push her away with his alcohol-red arms.She thought that under the cruel exterior lay a fragile and gentle heart, containing everything about her.

However, her lover's fragile and flushed appearance made her feel a shameless instinct awakening.

What she thought of was not only taking care of her drunk, but also her slightly chapped lips.She wanted to hold a glass of honey water, moisten the dry folds and peeling skin on the surface, and soothe her blood-red cheeks and gums from the alcohol.She thought of the way she buttoned her open blouse, of those places where Winnet was wrapped in the pearly satin pajamas that caught her breath.Imagine that graceful arc, that cold, soft touch.

Shirley didn't mind the wet nightgown, so she sat next to Winnet and helped her change the rain-soaked robe.

She saw the crimson skin on the edge of the robe, which was slightly warmed by the heating in the room. Her hand passed through the butterfly bone, which was so beautiful that a glib poet could only describe it, and took out several cold weapons that were attached to Winnet, and dismantled them bit by bit. Untie it.

"Shirley, I'll just do it myself. I'm sorry, sure enough...I'm still not suitable for drinking, I'm so bad..."

Winnet seemed incoherent.

She drank to get rid of the timidity of shouting.When she faced this sensitive and passionate feeling, she always retreated unknowingly, but in her heart she really wanted to be close to Shirley, so that she could stay by her side, let her stay in her arms...all the madness, The passionate part hits the rigid persistence in the mind.She couldn't let go, couldn't be complacent.

"You're drunk." Shirley handed out the conclusion without doubt.

She kissed Winnet, relying on self-cultivation and self-discipline, nothing extra.

But Winnet resisted. She felt that she was too unclean and put the dirt on Shirley.

There is a barrier to their feelings.In Shirley's eyes, wine, Winnet's saliva and bile have nothing to do with dirt.She didn't see any food scraps, but it made her worry about Winnet's life alone.Although from a scientific point of view, bodily fluids and intimate contact are risky, but in love, it is another.She felt that as long as the object was Winnet, these appendages seemed insignificant.

But she did sense that there was still a deep divide between them, and she believed that deep inside Winnett was a locked room, shutting herself in—that he could not frankly accept the manifestation of joy and love. , her hope is too pure and idealized, and her external malice and reality present two opposite sides, going to two extremes.She couldn't understand the reason, so she wanted to pry open Winnet's defense a little bit, like prying her teeth, peeling off her sensitive, shy side.

"Sorry." Winnet apologized again.

"I don't like it when you apologize. I want to get drunk with you so you have no excuses."

"You can't get drunk," Winnet emphasized. "If you abandon the research on drugs, it will give others an excuse to attack you. I have to go too, yes, I should go!"

"Then come with me to the lab," Shirley said, feeling amused, "I'll show you the results of my research."

"Are you crazy?"

Winnet couldn't believe it, she thought it might be an auditory hallucination:

"It's not you, where did that caution go?"

"Don't you understand?" Shirley asked back.

"Understand?"

"Because I'm in love...you don't want me to do this, so stay tonight."

When Winnet heard this, even the roots of her ears turned red.

Shirley also felt that she needed to be calm, or she might lose control, in front of a delicate, defenseless flower born in the dark.She turned on the radio, which happened to be playing a news program, and what came was a slightly exaggerated broadcast.

She is not interested, but some voices are good, otherwise she always thinks of some pleasant thoughts.However, the content broadcast inside made her unable to ignore it. A man wearing a blood-stained mask and a black robe killed 20 people in a row in the Eastern Capital Tower and defeated the Kaitou Kidd. The police had nothing to do with him and saw him slip away.Hearing this, Shirley didn't know the real identity of the masked man. She turned her head and found that Winnet was also looking at her.

She turned the button of the radio and changed to the song channel, which played a slow and soothing tune.She walked up to Winnet as if nothing had happened, and put her hands on her waist to support her.

"Do you care?"

As keen as Shirley, Winnet knew that Shirley must have guessed it.

Shirley didn't answer her question, but gently stroked her waist with her hand.

"Those bad guys, it doesn't matter how much they die?" She asked back.

"Not all of them."

"But that's none of my business, Winnet."

Shirley stared at her.

"What do you think of me?" she asked, "an innocent girl who uses 'kindness' as a mold to put on others? Or a harmless rose covered in thorns? Don't be silly, I'm just like you... no , I am more cruel than you."

Shirley laughed to herself.

She developed multiple versions of the drug that probably killed more people than recorded, and she didn't stop working on it.Not only that, but for Winnet, for her sister, what is killing someone to her?

She squeezed her fingers.

"wrong."

Winnet shook her head:

"You can't because I love you."

Accompanied by illogical words and sudden kisses.

Kissed by a drunk.Shirley couldn't help laughing, because her heart skipped a beat, like a fish jumping suddenly.She thought, maybe only when she was drunk, Winnet would be a little bolder, like a machine that improves its performance after a breakdown, or an experimental drug with uncontrollable effects.

"Me too." Shirley said lightly.

Maybe, just like last time, her Winnet had forgotten all about it as soon as she woke up.As for love and love, she didn't want to overemphasize those. They felt to her like drugs that were dosed repeatedly. If they were repeated too much, they would produce a resistance.She felt that these words could be more tactful and reserved for a more appropriate moment.

"What do you want me to do, relatively, you have to listen to me."

Shirley said, she helped Winnet to the bathroom, let her sit on the bench, and turned on the shower.

Her face was sweating from the heat of her heart, and her nightgown was damp.Leaving it on the tiled floor, she adjusted the water temperature to keep it just a little warmer than the cool water.

Winnet's face was dry, warm and smooth. In the bright bathroom, it seemed to have several brilliance, which looked beautiful.Her hair was a little messy by the wind, as if she had just woken up.The water flowed over her body, she couldn't help but blinked, and then complied with the feeling of dependence, and put her head on Shirley's abdomen.She was not awake yet, exhaustion made her yawn endlessly, and her ruddy skin was slightly swollen.

"It's so cold..."

"Hot water constricts your blood vessels," Shirley said.

She didn't intend for Winette to wash for long, just to wash off the blood and vomit, and herself as well.If it were not a special situation, Shirley felt that she would not give up such an opportunity, but Winnet's exhausted appearance was obviously not suitable for doing anything.She helped her wipe her body, and her thoughts returned to the small attic in the United States for a moment.

It's been so long.

Shirley found it a little funny, because at that time, she was actually slightly hostile to Winnet.

She caught a glimpse of Winnet shrinking back in shyness, as if her conservative thoughts had been imprinted on her.Shirley dried off and fetched a thin blanket to keep Winnet warm.She could feel the coldness of Winnet's body, like spring water in summer, and this feeling was magnified in the bathroom full of mist.She led Winnet to her bedroom, took the quilt, and covered Winnet.

Shirley thought that there was no honey, vinegar or fruit in the apartment, nor any medicine, so she took some spare water and stayed by Winnet's side.

Sitting on the edge of the bed for a while, she felt the heat from the bed, a bit like steam or smoke, climb to her cheeks.She saw Winnet fidgeting uneasily, offered her arm, and was caught.

She had to get back on the bed, and not long after, her thigh was clamped again.Her impression of Winnet's sleeping appearance was still in the hotel five years ago, quietly, but now, it seemed to be acting like a baby.

"Why does it seem to be cuter?"

Shirley muttered to herself.

Biting her lower lip, Winnet slowly opened her eyes:

"Shirley, I can't sleep..."

"What, do you want me to help you?"

Shirley blew into Winnet's ear in a daydream tone

……

ps: The title has no other meaning, it refers to my writing status.

184 Hugging from behind

Agitated by her words, Winnet in her arms immediately quieted down.This kind of quietness is only an external appearance, she can clearly see the quivering blood vessels under the pale skin—in a state of restlessness.

Winnet closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembled slightly, her hands and feet were released, and her buttocks moved away from Shirley.

"Would you like some water?" Shirley asked.

Winnet's forehead was better than the shaking of her head, indicating that she didn't need it.

"Good night."

Shirley got under the quilt, passed Winnet's armpit between her fingers, sucking in her lover's breath greedily.She buried her face in Winnet's plump chest, stopping Winnet from trying to escape.

Winnet felt a little sour and dry between her teeth.But the feeling of holding a "small hot stove" is really wonderful.

She closed her eyes.

The perception is gradually blinded by the warmth and softness, and the consciousness calms down, as if stuck in a slight depression in the center of the bed, comfortable and unable to move.This place is private and belongs to her.

It was better than the countless lives she could have imagined.

Before dawn, Shirley slowly opened her eyes.

She looked at Winnet sleeping soundly in her arms, almost feeling a little pain in her heart.

At such moments, she feels her love even more, and this love works a miracle--Winette is lovely, beautiful, lying defenseless in her arms, can see with eyes, touch with hands , how wonderful - but in this, she couldn't stop worrying.Her position in the organization is not irreplaceable, and she has not made drugs that meet the expectations of the organization during the time she has invested.Putting her sister in danger, isn't it a kind of beating on her?She couldn't imagine that she and Winnet would appear anywhere as lovers, but she had extra expectations, just like the naive expectations she had once left the organization.

"I always feel that something is unreal..."

At this moment, she felt happy enough.

It seems that Winnett's birth, growing up, everything she did, accepted and not accepted, was all for the purpose of coming here, falling in love with Shirley, and letting Shirley see her.

Shirley watched until her eyes felt dry.

She smiled uncoordinatedly at the floor-to-ceiling full-length mirror, slowly left the warm bed, and planned to walk away from the mirror.

Fingers caught by Winnett.

With a different tenderness to the sober Winnet, she whispered softly:

"I'll be right back."

She saw Winnet's ears move, as if she understood her words, and her raised fingers gradually relaxed.

She kissed Winnet's arm, got up from the bed, and walked across the room.

Shirley heated up the kettle, slowly poured it into the coffee pot, and brewed a cup of hot cocoa.Last night Winnett brought convenience food in the plastic bag. Seeing that there were rough products for quick energy replenishment, she frowned and went to the kitchen to cook for herself.

In this short period of time, she had the illusion of being in the attic again, but her mentality was different from that time, and she stood at a different angle.She is no longer a 13-year-old kid. This kind of physical and mental growth has made her open-minded and stubborn. In the lonely research environment, she wears the Walkman for longer and longer, almost Wynette sang songs as consolation.Sometimes, she feels that she is happy enough, even if this happiness will be shattered, she feels nothing to regret-the pessimistic side has affected her for a long time.

"Shirley?" Winnet staggered out of the bedroom.

"You can sleep a little longer."

"No," said Winnet, "I can't stay long."

"It's been long enough that nobody's watching here," Shirley said.

"Maybe...but they might lie to you."

Winette has a headache from the booze, and the hangover feels strange to her.

"It all comes from arrogance. They don't think I will resist, let alone run away. In fact, I really don't... I have to say, it is very useful to me."