Miss Moriarty wants to save Mihua Town today too

Winnet lying on the sofa was a little unconscious. Shirley found a straw that came with the drink to feed her. Because of the salty taste, Winnet frowned slightly.

Shirley fed Winnet a drink of salt water, took her arms to support her, and tried to take her to bed.

"It's lighter than I thought. Who knew she could knock out a strong man with one punch?"

Shirley felt Winnet's restlessness, and she almost kissed her on the chin.

"Don't make trouble..." Shirley mumbled, and then she didn't bother to say it again, "It's too stupid to communicate with drunks."

"Christmas...surprise..."

"Still thinking about this. You're such a silly girl. It's no different if you live a life like this. If you're surprised, is there a bigger surprise than today?"

Shirley muttered to herself, threw Winnet on the bed, and covered her with a blanket.

Smiling and looking at Winnet's sleeping face for a while, Shirley turned off the light, held a small matchbox with "Love" printed in French between her fingers, and lit the kerosene lamp. After reading for a while, she opened the A corner of the blanket, drilled in.

The next day, Shirley was woken up.

When she opened her eyes, the attic had already become bright, only the curtain where she lay down was drawn.She yawned and sat up, noticing that the blanket was covering her at the center, and turning her head, she saw Winnet concentrating on arranging the Christmas decorations for the attic, with plastic wrapping bags strewn all over the floor.

She placed Santa Clauses of many different shapes in conspicuous places such as the edge of the cabinet and the dining table.

Christians and Santa Claus...

Shirley felt a little weird, and there was one thing she cared about. Winnet, who was so drunk last night, woke up earlier than her, and looked more energetic than her.

She glanced at the old old clock in the attic, and it was almost noon.

Landing on some wide slippers, Shirley quietly walked to the living room, and saw a small snowy forest scene on the wall, white and green pine trees, a little wrinkled under Winnet's decoration.

After all, it's hard to tell with her eyesight.

"How about it, Shirley!" Winnet walked towards her holding the choir doll with an angel halo.

Seeing that Winnet was so excited about arranging for Christmas Eve, Shirley couldn't say anything dejected, "It's pretty good."

It seemed to her that Winnet was a white dog that had come running for a compliment.

"You don't seem very satisfied?" Winnet tilted her head slightly.

"I've always been like this," Shirley said. "It's a thing to get used to when you get along with me. You should tell me, what preparations haven't been done?"

Through conversation, she learned that Winnet didn't buy a Christmas tree, but decorated a small potted plant with Christmas balls and sequins.If they really moved a tree back, it would be too conspicuous, and they didn't have a yard to accommodate it.

Snacks are very rich, nougat, mint chocolate, tested cake embryos, Finnish chocolate balls, toffee, fruit jelly.

Shirley was startled for a moment, and immediately realized that there was an extreme sweet tooth in the family, and even the marmalade in the refrigerator had been packaged in a new way.

"Just leave it to me today," Winnet said.

"The important thing is the sense of participation." Shirley tied the apron on Winnet.

"Uh..." Winnet shrank her neck and waited quietly.

The oil in the pan made a sizzling sound, and a puff of smoke came out.

"Winette, there is one thing I want you to answer clearly."

"what's up?"

Winnet held the handle tightly with both hands as if afraid of a hot frying pan, which seemed to her a rare occurrence for Shirley to start in such a tone.

"Did you pretend last night, or was it real?"

Winnet shook her hand.

"Last night...did I say something strange? Well, I shouldn't have made you angry again. I apologize. I was dizzy at that time..."

As soon as she said this, she suddenly screamed, and Shirley hugged her from behind.

"No," Shirley hugged Winnet, "it's too late to be happy."

Shirley felt Winnet's chest thumping, and after she was satisfied, she returned to the dining table to share the platter.

"Oh, oh... such a thing."

The sausage in the pot was mushy, and Winnet didn't think about it. She just said meaningless words, trying to cover up her embarrassment and thoughts.

Shirley drew all the curtains, lit the candles Winnet bought, and placed them in every corner.

It was as if Winnet's blushing face could be seen last night from the dense candlelight.

"Not yet?"

Shirley walked up to Winnet, who was about to turn around and almost bumped into her arms.

"Ah, Shirley...it's ready."

"You brought an oven back?" Shirley didn't notice until she heard the prompt.

"Well, I told you I'm going to show my hand!" Wearing oven mitts, Winnet took out the maple syrup cake from the oven.

"The fragrance is very fragrant. I don't think it's too sweet, right?"

"I have discretion in how much to use." Winnet set up the platter, took another stack of napkins and put it beside her, and sat on the opposite side as if waiting for the judges to score.

"Well, for breakfast, cookies are really suitable." Shirley said, she glanced at the tableware, "You also bought chopsticks, or two pairs, don't you use knives and forks, or have you already eaten them? "

"Hmph, it's not a problem for me." Winnet shook her head, then smoothly used chopsticks to break off a piece of sugar cake and put it into her mouth.

"Ah, it really worked before."

"Uh……"

"The expression of the mind being guessed."

Shirley smiled and took another piece, and brought it to Winnet's mouth.Winnet was a little confused at first, so she twitched a bit and swallowed it in one gulp.

After dinner, Winnett took out another videotape.Although the TV is old, it is fully functional.

Seeing Winnet put the video tape on, Shirley hugged the hot cocoa and asked, "What movie?"

"It should be about love, the boss recommended it to me."

"Romance movies...won't it be too boring?"

"Uh, don't all young girls like to watch this?" Winnet shrank her legs and pressed the remote control.

"Do you like to watch it?"

Winnet shook her head.

"I'm not interested either. Well, if it's literary and artistic to the point of nervousness, I might appreciate it a little bit." Shirley said leisurely, then leaned between Winnet's knees and closed her eyes naturally.

"Shirley, you..."

"Anyway, it's cold in the room, isn't that good?"

"but……"

"Shh, the movie is about to start."

Winnet remained silent. When she watched a movie, she almost relied on her imagination to reproduce the scene, mainly listening to the sound.

Shirley yawned.

"It's not so much a romance movie, it's more like a family drama, right? It's like something that old boring women like to sit and watch all day. Are you sure you're not being played?"

"Ah this."

"I have collected five rings in my life, which is really romantic." Shirley sarcastically said.

The movie tells the story of a female singer's love affair. Because of various circumstances, she was separated from her first love, and each time the other party would give her a ring, but at the end of the day, she never had the chance to see her again. The female singer had several new love affairs, and then missed the story.

"Do you want to learn from her?" Shirley asked again.

"God taught us to be faithful."

Miss Winnet swore.

……

099 Attacking Shirley

Movies seen in the evening hours.

Shirley could feel that both of them were not good at entertainment, and they probably had a personality of staying indoors. If she didn't take the initiative to talk, Winnet would always be depressed.

Even as a pastor, she reckoned, Winnet was more used to dealing with people than enjoying it.

"What do you like to do when you're alone?"

"Me, take care of the flowers and plants?"

Winnet spoke a little uncertainly.

In her previous life, she could still watch animations and play games, but in this life living in the church, she had almost no chance of them, and her appreciation of pop music has also shifted to hymns. She is not a Catholic, but she also loves to hear Hail Mary , and occasionally listen to oratorios such as Messiah.

"Then there is reading and exercising."

Miss Winette thought it was a very healthy life.

There is nothing worth elaborating on, she thought, Shirley's life must also be boring.Either she is studying, or she is staying in a laboratory full of medicine smell, sneezing in front of the pungent gas, if she does not tense her nerves all the time, there may be organized people beating her and threatening her with rude things.

Ninety-nine out of ten have never had a decent festival, and they are always lonely and desolate in their hearts.If she hadn't been more careful, Shirley would have smiled and let everything pass by.

"It's too boring," Shirley seemed to see through Winnet's mind, "I'm not the same as you, I can travel by bike, and I can also buy fashion items I want."

Winnet took it for granted.Her busyness didn't stop, and dinner was her most delicate preparation. Although she didn't know Shirley's birthday, she felt that she must have been born on a cold day.

Because always expressionless and sneer.

She spread cranberry jam on the baked cake, painted a red rose, and decorated with a dozen strawberries.I made another assortment of food, sliced ​​ham and salad like an abstract painting, and a roast turkey stuffed with spices.

Shirley, who smelled the fragrance early in the morning, felt very incredible. If Winnet had such a skill, the praise of her cooking would be intriguing.

"Winnet, don't you like being modest and clumsy? You're like a stubborn Oriental."

Shirley helped to arrange the plates, and she couldn't help frowning when she saw the food with the color and aroma. When Winnet was ready and came to her, she smelled the fragrance of lemon again.

On the edge of the barbecue, lemon slices were specially added.Shirley took a strawberry and put it in her mouth.

"The meat is a bit burnt... It's not modesty. I'm good at knife work and decoration, but the taste is not good. The nun always reprimands me for this."

"You don't have any other plans, do you? Always let me prepare meals for you."

It's fine if you're a hard worker at cooking, obviously Winnet is very good at cooking.Shirley took another sip of the salad, and she felt that there should be something in it.

"Well, the attempt is already obvious." Winnet looked at the cake.

Shirley also noticed, "Draw a heart with a rose, you are really a girl."

Shirley thought time was a real grind, and it was fun to kiss Winette while she was off guard, prodding her in the middle of the night, because she was so easily shy.

Winnet didn't know what Shirley was thinking. She disliked the blunt table knife, so she quickly disassembled the turkey with a dagger.

The total amount is too much for two people. Sitting under the candlelight, the atmosphere is a bit like the "candlelight dinner" that people often say, but it is not a deliberately romantic atmosphere.Winnet felt that Shirley didn't seem to like conventional romance, just like her character, and she could only smile when she didn't expect it.

But the person caught by surprise is always herself.

For example, just now Shirley ate the cream at the corner of her mouth, as if she was taking pleasure in molesting her.

Miss Winnet felt that this was not a good habit, but she had nothing to do with Shirley.In those shy things, Shirley always looks natural and unscrupulous, as if "breaking the rules" is the rule for her, and the secular concept can't restrain her at all, as if behind her there is a pair of free and easy wings.

Over and over again, over and over again, when the number of times increases, there is always a time to get used to it.When Shirley leaned in her arms, her body was not as tense as a sculpture.She would touch Shirley's hair lightly, showing a soft expression.She remembered that whenever the seasons changed, red leaves, falling snow, cicadas singing, and lotus blooming in the pond, she would show a similar expression while sitting in the courtyard.However, one side is short-lived, and the other side is long-lasting and wants to make it eternal.

When Winnet wanted to caress further.Shirley turned back and pressed Winnet's wrist, she shook her body, revealing her white and blue skin from the collar.Shirley breathed in Winnet's ear as if to whisper.

Winnet shuddered, her body trembled, and her neck flicked, but she was held down by Shirley, unable to move.

The tender arms pressed Winnet's collarbone like a chain.Immediately afterwards, those cold crystal blue eyes looked down at her from top to bottom.Shirley pushed halfway, and supported the cloth with both hands, occupying her entire field of vision.

Her body felt the shock of the skin, as if being hit by a waterfall, and experienced a short burst of passion.

But only for a short moment.

She knew that although Shirley never played cards according to common sense, she would not do anything against her principles.She had seen a lot of people like that, and the more casual their attitude, the more morbid their demands on the code.

"You know what? Your actions are simply seducing me." Shirley slid her fingers over Winnet's side cheeks, with an aggressive smile on her cheeks.

"I have a sense of proportion."

"Me too, otherwise you'd be miserable."