Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

In the end, with Shirley's help, she tore off the scab and then got off the top.

Winnet felt a smooth hand swimming on the skin, and her body tensed up.

"Fortunately, it's not a serious position..." Shirley breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the wound.

However, this does not mean that she feels at ease. Shirley still feels angry about Winnet's irresponsible attitude towards her body.

Because there was an extremely hideous wound on the fair skin, as if it had been invaded by a foreign body.

What worries Shirley is not the new wounds that are slowly scabbing, but the old wounds that are cracked due to activities and tightness. Although the bleeding and bandages have been re-suppressed, the effect is not very satisfactory due to the pain. .

She brought a towel and explained to Winnet, "If it hurts, bite hard, and keep your arms as relaxed as possible."

Shirley then went to work, opening the scabbed wound.

"Fortunately, the bullet is not embedded deeply..."

Shirley wiped her sweat with her sleeve, and took out the bullet in her arm, "It's good to hold on a little longer."

Although similar things have been done in the experiments, the only target of the surgery is the girl in front of him.

Compared with the decision she made in the first sudden situation, this time, she couldn't help but feel a little trembling in her wrist.

She is worrying, afraid of failure and other consequences.

Shirley didn't know why she became like this and became weak-could it be because she no longer regarded Winnet as an insignificant killer, but...

Seeing that the wound was sutured successfully, Shirley breathed a sigh of relief, "Are you okay?"

The towel that Winnet bit on was loosened, leaving a row of hideous teeth marks on it.

"It's okay, it's just to this extent...God will not call me to His side just because of this."

Shirley put the towel back in Winnet's mouth.

His teeth are fine, but he is not very good at speaking.

I was really worrying for nothing, like a fool.

"Then next time, I'll just watch you return to God." Shirley rubbed the bloody scabs on her hands and said dissatisfied.

Winnet biting the lumpy towel made a murmuring sound, her nose and forehead wrinkled due to force, Shirley took off the towel when she saw this, and Winnet showed an aggrieved look.

"Thanks for having you, Shirley," Winnet said. "Really, thank you so much."

Shirley changed her sitting position, took off her blood-stained coat, and said, "I'm not interested in verbal thanks, maybe you should have something practical?"

Winnet looked pale, a little at a loss as to what to do, "Do you have any hints?"

"Do you like surprises?"

"Ah."

"That's a coincidence, and so am I."

Shirley shrugged her shoulders, walked to the bathroom with the blood-stained quilt, and cleaned up the dagger and medical tools. When she returned to the living room, she saw Winnet not lying down to rest, but tilting her head , as if thinking.

Seeing that Winnet was not so heartless, she threw Winnet the new little cotton mattress.

"If you don't have the habit of turning over frequently, it's better to sleep now." She scratched Winnet's nose, "There is sweat, do you want me to wipe it for you?"

When Winnet heard this, she was a little afraid of being asked for a surprise, so she sat upright and shook her head.

Because she doesn't know Shirley's preferences at all, even if she chooses gifts carefully, she is prone to failure.

"That's just right, you think I'm willing to serve you? Miss killer who gets hurt every time." Shirley turned her head and left.

"Well, I'm so sorry... Oh, don't be angry!" Winnet grabbed Shirley's arm and smiled flatteringly, "I'll be ready to make an apology."

Shirley said, "That's all? Shouldn't you promise not to show up in front of me licking your wounds next time?"

Winnet lowered her head in frustration, slowly let go of her palm, and whispered: "Understood, I will deal with it next time and come back quietly, so I won't disturb you."

Shirley felt even more depressed after hearing this.

Is this guy pretending to be stupid, or does he really not understand her intentions?

With a little helplessness and a tangled headache, Shirley flicked Winnet's forehead with her slingshot fingers.Just when Winnet was in pain, she spread her five fingers and pinched Winnet's cheek from the chin position.

Winnet's face became fleshy as a result, her eyelashes fluttered, and a puzzled look appeared on her cheek.

"I mean, I want you not to get hurt all the time, understand?" Shirley bit down every word, emphasizing it again.

Although she didn't know why Shirley reacted so much, Winnet nodded immediately to show that she understood. She also knew two more things: First, she was not as insignificant to Shirley as a grass on the side of the road , Secondly, Shirley's words are always roundabout, and she has to think on the bright side.

"Just understand." Shirley let go of her hand, and roughly wiped her sweat with the towel bitten by Winnett, "Understood, go to bed quickly."

Miss Winnet was quiet, not daring to breathe.

When she closed her eyes, she began to think again why she had to be as docile as a lamb.

However, when she thought of Shirley getting angry, she reminded herself in her heart: Don't argue with others!

The painful wound and the exciting action not long ago left Winnet without pajamas for a while. She closed her eyes tightly for a while, then opened them again, and saw Shirley sitting on the dining table with a A smoking cup.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" Winnet asked.

"At night, I'm more energetic," Shirley said. "It's quiet and alone, and I can be inspired to do research, just like some writers."

"But, turning day and night is not healthy, is it?"

"It's just staying up late. Besides, who did it?" Shirley turned sideways, revealing a disdainful gaze.

"I'm sorry..." Winnet murmured, "You should go to bed early."

Winnet closed her eyes again, this time thinking that she should never open them again.She dreaded interacting with Shirley as much as she feared the enthusiasm of the Sunday-school children, and the enthusiasm of the candy store granny, and she was always cautious about kindness or affection as if she were on the edge of a deep pit-and thus fell asleep again. I can't sleep anymore.

She started counting sheep, and the imaginary sheep ran and started jumping through fire hoops, like tonight's explosion, and like a fire in a long memory.

Like the Last Judgment, in the flames she was at peace,

Then, she thought she heard voices.

It seems to be Shirley's call——

"Lazy fox, get up!"

……

050 snow lotus hairpin

Lazy, lazy fox! ?

How could Miss Winnet tolerate such slander, she snapped, and soon a carp kicked up, and the result——

"Oh, it hurts!"

All of a sudden, the wound was pulled, and the pain made her eyes widen, "Where, where is there such a lazy fox!"

"What's that, Sleeping Beauty? Then you'll never have to wake up."

Winnet blinked, the sun was three poles high, and it was indeed getting late.

Can you be a little more friendly towards the injured?

"Haha... I overslept a bit."

"Falling asleep after being injured is not good for your health. Proper exercise can promote blood circulation and heal faster." Shirley took a small step back and said softly, "Breakfast will be cold too."

"Breakfast..." Winnet subconsciously repeated.

Immediately, she smelled a very fragrant smell, and her heart was filled with gratitude.

It really is a knife mouth tofu heart, hum!

She suddenly felt that the wound didn't hurt anymore, and her heart was firmly grasped by the food.

Just as Winnet was about to fly towards the dining table, she caught a glimpse of Shirley's frowning expression, and slipped into the bathroom instead, to tidy up.

If she presides over the church, if there is no activity, she will not make it clean and pleasant, after all, there is nothing to dress up in the country.Just after washing her hands, she thought of Shirley's nickname of "Fox Tail", so she picked up the comb.

"It has Shirley's hair on it... Sure enough, if you stay up late, you will lose your hair! She is only 13 years old! But, female baldness is relatively rare, right?"

She combed her hair with her right hand with some difficulty, and thought of those grown-ups living in the city of London, even if they had no lovers, they always liked to live together as a comfort to their single life, although Winnet felt that this was indecent and unholy, But now I understand a little bit, it is indeed better to live with someone than to live alone.

Added a little anticipation and positivity.

After tidying up her business smile in the mirror, Miss Winnet walked out of the bathroom with crab-like strides.

"What, that disgusting smile."

Shirley said a little unhappily, and she could tell at a glance that the smile was fake.

"Disgusting...is that so?" Winnet tilted her head.

"It's okay to deceive the prudish guy, just like the people in the country we're going to... Well, it's not bad to be able to adapt quickly."

Shirley waved to Winnet.

"Uh……"

Winnet felt that this was like a gesture to greet the puppy lady in a pet contest, because she was so worthless.

She is a supervisor, appointed by the organization!

What are the consequences of disobeying me, Shirley, you don't want to see it, do you?

Miss Winette's imagination was very good, but when it came to her mouth, it shriveled up, like dry cheese frozen in the refrigerator-the lips could not be opened.

She walked up to Shirley, then gently closed her eyes.

"What, do you think I will bully you?" Shirley said, "Or are you afraid of me?"

Winnet couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was. Maybe she didn't want to hurt the girl in front of her. After several years of life, she understood a truth. Will grow up, will still insist on things that seem ridiculous to outsiders.

She also has it in her heart, and she insists on it ridiculously.

"No." She blinked to hide her shyness.

To be honest, although she felt that Shirley's mouth was a bit poisonous, she was considerate and careful.

I was a little moved, about half a bottle of marmalade.

By the way, marmalade!

"Look," Shirley held up a small mirror, "how about it?"

From the image in the mirror, Winnet saw that there was an extra hairpin on her hair, which was a bit different from ordinary hairpins, and the outside used a mold shell.

Turning her head slightly, she could see a withered flower in a transparent mold, with a beautiful triangle on the green stem.

Shirley said: "I made it myself, and it was a snow lotus specimen made before."

"It's so beautiful!" Winnet raised the corners of her lips slightly, and she touched the small white flowers embedded in the shell, "Did you pick them yourself?"

"Because I want to collect the materials for making medicine, I will put the things I saw by accident in the bag next to my body... It's best if you like it."

Winnett saw Shirley's shyness. To a certain extent, the other party, like herself, was not good at expressing emotions. She imagined Shirley squatting down to pick flowers and put them into collection boxes, for fear of being caught by the organization members. The way you see it.

Suddenly, her heart jumped for joy, as if it was going to burst out of her chest.

As for being so moved that she cried, that was impossible for Miss Winette. After all, crying is so stupid, it is meaningless, and it makes others worry too much.

Put some thought into choosing a gift for Shirley.

Wynette finds the right direction to work hard, but forgets that she is not good at this kind of thing at all, and often screwed up.

When she was in Sunday school, she gave students a picture of the unclean things recorded in Deuteronomy. There were many birds and beasts recorded in it. Perhaps the drawing was so scary that some girls even cried out.

"Well, I will cherish it."

"Instead of cherishing such objects, it is better to cherish your life."

"I will cherish it together."

Shirley covered her lips and yawned, "It's too loud, go have breakfast, I'm sleepy, let's sleep for a while."

Shirley lay down on the bunk, rolled over, and wrapped herself in the bedding.

Winnet took a second look and heard that Shirley was breathing steadily, so she lowered her voice.

The continuous injury to her left arm made her movements a little clumsy. With her right hand playing with the hairpin, she accidentally distorted it, and then poked her scalp again. It took a while before she fixed it again.

"Marmalade..."