Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Winnet was biting the balled towel and making a grunting sound. Her nose and forehead were wrinkled from the force. Shirley took the towel off when she saw this and Winnet looked aggrieved.

"Thanks for being here, 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 say something practical?"

Winnet looked pale, not knowing what to do. "Any hints?"

"Do you like surprises?"

"Ah."

"That's a coincidence, I do the same."

Shirley shrugged her shoulders, carried the blood-stained sheet to the bathroom, cleaned up the dagger and medical tools, and when she returned to the living room, she saw that Winette was not lying down to rest, but was tilting her head as if thinking.

Seeing that Winnet was not so heartless, she threw the new quilt to Winnet.

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

Hearing this, Winnet was a little afraid that she would be asked for another surprise, so she sat up straight and shook her head.

Because she had no idea about Shirley's preferences, even if she carefully selected the gift, it would easily fail.

"That's great. Do you think I'm willing to serve you? You lousy killer lady who always gets hurt." Shirley turned and left.

"Well, I'm so sorry... Oh, don't be angry!" Winette grabbed Shirley's arm and smiled ingratiatingly, "I'll prepare 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 disappointment, slowly loosened her hand, and whispered, "I know, next time I will take care of it and come back quietly, so as not to disturb you."

After hearing this, Shirley felt even more depressed.

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

With a little helplessness and a tangled headache, Shirley used her slingshot fingers to flick Winnet's forehead. Just when Winnet felt the pain, she had already spread out her five fingers and pinched Winnet's cheek from the chin.

Winnet's face became plump, her eyelashes trembled, and a look of confusion appeared on her cheeks.

"I mean, I want you to not get hurt all the time, understand?" Shirley emphasized every word.

Although she didn't know why Shirley reacted so strongly, Winette immediately nodded to show that she understood. She also knew two more things: first, she was not as insignificant to Shirley as the grass on the roadside, and second, Shirley's words were always roundabout, so she should think positively.

"I understand." Shirley let go of her hand and roughly wiped her sweat with the towel that Winnet had bitten. "I understand, then go to sleep."

Miss Winnet was very quiet, not daring to breathe.

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

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

The dull pain in the wound and the exciting action not long ago made Winnet unable to wear pajamas for a while. She closed her eyes for a while, and then opened them again, and saw Shirley sitting on the dining table with a smoking cup in front of her.

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

"At night, I am more energetic," Shirley said. "When I am alone and quiet, I can get inspiration for research, just like some writers."

"But, isn't it unhealthy to have a reversed day and night cycle?"

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

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

Winnet closed her eyes again, and this time she decided not to open them. She was a little afraid of communicating with Shirley, just like she was afraid of the enthusiasm of the children in the Sunday school and the enthusiasm of the old lady in the candy store. She was always cautious about kindness or emotions, as if she was stepping on the edge of a deep pit - so she couldn't sleep again.

She began to count sheep, and the imaginary sheep began to run and jump through hoops of fire, like the explosion tonight, and like the fire in her distant memory.

Like the "Final Judgment", she found peace in the flames.

Then she thought she heard a voice.

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 quickly did a somersault, and the result was -

“Oh, that hurts!”

The wound was pulled suddenly, and she opened her eyes wide in pain, "Where, where is the lazy fox!"

"What is that, Sleeping Beauty? Then you never have to wake up."

Winnet blinked. The sun was already high in the sky, and it was indeed getting late.

Could you be a little friendlier towards the injured?

"Haha... I overslept a little."

"It's not good for your body to keep sleeping after being injured. Proper exercise can promote blood circulation and help heal faster." Shirley took a small step back and said softly, "Breakfast will get cold too."

"Breakfast..." Winnet repeated subconsciously.

Immediately, she smelled a very pleasant odor and her heart was immediately filled with gratitude.

It turns out that he has a sharp tongue but a soft heart, huh!

The company rescued three devices

She suddenly felt that the wounds no longer hurt, and her heart was firmly captured by the food.

Just as Winnet was about to pounce on the dining table, she caught a glimpse of Shirley's frowning face, and instead slipped into the bathroom and tidied herself up hastily.

When she was presiding over the church, she would not dress neatly if there was no activity. After all, there was nothing to dress up in the countryside. As soon as she washed her hands, she thought of Shirley's nickname "fox tail", so she picked up the comb.

"There's some of Shirley's hair on it... As expected, staying up late will cause hair loss! She's only thirteen! But female baldness is relatively rare, right?"

She combed her hair with her right hand with some difficulty, and thought of the adults living in the city of London. Even if they didn't have lovers, they always liked to live together to comfort their single life. Although Winnet thought this was indecent and unholy, she now understood a little that living with someone was indeed better than living alone.

Adds a little bit of anticipation and positivity.

After adjusting her business smile in the mirror, Miss Winnet walked out of the bathroom with crab-like sideways steps.

"What, that disgusting smile."

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

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

"It's okay to fool reserved people, like the people in the country we're going to... well, it's not bad to be able to adapt to the country quickly."

Shirley waved to Winnet.

"Uh……"

Winnett felt that this was like the gesture used to greet the puppy lady at a pet competition, as she was not of such a low status.

She is the supervisor, appointed by the organization!

There will be consequences for disobeying me. You don’t want to see that, Shirley, do you?

Miss Winnet's imagination was very beautiful, but when it came to her mouth, it became dry and shrunken, like dry cheese frozen in the refrigerator - her lips could not be opened.

She walked in front of Shirley and gently closed her eyes.

"What? You think I'll bully you?" Shirley asked, "Or are you afraid of me?"

Winnet couldn't tell what the feeling was. Perhaps the majority of it was the desire not to hurt the girl in front of her. After living together for several years, she understood a truth: even if a lot of time passed, humans would not necessarily grow up and would still insist on doing things that seemed ridiculous to outsiders.

She also had it in her heart, and it seemed ridiculously persistent.

"No." She blinked, hiding her shyness.

Honestly speaking, although she felt that Shirley's words were a bit harsh, she was very considerate and attentive.

I was a little touched, about the extent of half a bottle of marmalade.

Oh, and marmalade!

"Look," Shirley held up a small mirror, "how do you think it is?"

From the reflection in the mirror, Winnet saw that there was a hairpin in her hair. It was a little different from an ordinary hairpin, as it was made of a mold shell.

She turned her head slightly and could see a withered flower in a transparent mold with a beautiful triangle on its green stem.

Shirley said: "I made it myself. It is a snow lotus specimen I made before."

"So beautiful!" Winnett raised her lips slightly. She touched the small white flower embedded in the shell. "Did you pick it yourself?"

"I was collecting materials for making medicine, and I happened to see this thing, so I kept it close to my body in my bag... I'd love it if you like it."

Winette saw the shyness that Shirley was hiding. To some extent, she felt that she was not good at expressing her emotions, just like her. She imagined Shirley squatting down to pick flowers and putting them into the collection box, fearing that she would be seen by the members of the organization.

Suddenly, her heart began to leap with joy, as if it would burst out of her chest.

As for being moved to tears, that was simply impossible for Miss Winnet. After all, crying was stupid. It was meaningless and caused others to worry unnecessarily.

Put some thought into choosing a gift for Shirley.

Winnet found the right direction to work hard, but forgot that she was not good at this kind of thing at all and often messed up.

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

"Well, I will cherish it."

"Instead of cherishing such an object, you might as well cherish your life."

“I will cherish it together.”

Shirley covered her lips and yawned, "You shouted too loudly, let's go have breakfast, I'm sleepy, I'll take a nap first."

Shirley lay down on the bed, turned over, and wrapped herself in the quilt.

Winette looked at her twice more, and heard Shirley's breathing steady, so she lowered her voice.

Due to the continued injury to her left arm, her movements were a little clumsy. When she was playing with a hairpin with her right hand, she accidentally moved it crooked, and then it poked her scalp. It took her a while to fix it again.

"Marmalade..."

Winnet whispered to herself, walked over the toast on the table, went to the refrigerator to take out her special orange marmalade, and found that there was a little bit missing from the lid.

"Um, Shirley ate it secretly?"

Winette "generously" forgave Shirley in her heart. If it was just a little bit, it would be okay to give Shirley some.

She licked the bottle cap, and it tasted so sour that her cheeks and nose trembled. She shook her body vigorously, and then her little face showed a feeling of happiness as if she was in heaven.

"How delicious," she couldn't help but mutter, "The golden finger is indeed the strongest support for the time traveler!"

Miss Winnett glanced at her Redemption Journal with a fiery gaze, and in her eyes, it had become a high-quality citrus fruit producer.

She spread orange jam on toast and had a delicious meal with rice porridge and sausages.

Winette couldn't help but count on her fingers. It would take another five years for Shirley to become an adult!

How would I live if such a virtuous woman was snatched away by someone else?

Miss Winnett also wants someone to cook for her!

"As expected, Oriental people are more in line with my aesthetic taste. I heard that the sex industry in Japan is quite developed. Even if I can't find a girlfriend, I can at least visit Kabukicho!"

"Well, this is a serious business matter, and has nothing to do with lustful thoughts! That's right!"

……

051 Winnet's Estrangement Plan

After a full meal, Winnett took out her mobile phone which had been left there for a day, and found new contacts of Ireland and Vermouth.

Also, the location of the base.

An inventory point used to replenish weapon consumption and provide training supplies.

Although she had received a series of training from Ji Luxi, she knew that she still had many shortcomings that needed to be made up through long-term practice.

The injury to his left hand affected this process, but fighting with injuries is also part of actual combat. Moreover, as Shirley said, proper activity is also conducive to the body's recovery.

Before the sun reached its highest point, Winnet changed into the inconspicuous clothes she had bought earlier, left a note to inform Shirley, and left the attic.