Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

"Drunk? No, alcohol is the devil! Do you know? I often see drunks making a lot of noise on the farm. When they are sober, they are no different from ordinary people. Once they touch alcohol, they are like girls who have been hurt by love, trying to commit suicide... If an accident really happens, they will be buried in the church. It's okay if they have relatives, but if they don't..."

"He's starting to talk nonsense." Shirley grabbed her hair, looking distressed.

Winette kissed her hand with her lips, then took a deep breath:

"There is a mysterious force that has turned my life into your captive. Do you know how contradictory you are? You look like a child, but your thoughts are profound and rich. You are also too naive and can't bear to treat me, your supervisor, cruelly."

“I know,” Shirley said, “maybe we’re a little bit alike.”

"It's just an illusion of empathy. We are not the same at all. It's like you are walking up the stairs, and I am walking down the stairs; you love bright and fiery colors, but I am looking for blue in blue; you didn't run away or resist, but I followed you involuntarily. However, every moment, I feel more and more that I am actually doing stupid things and enjoying those stupid things."

"Facing you, I was afraid to get too close, but in the end I couldn't bear to be too far away from you; I walked into this resting place, and you were waiting for me in the room, and even prepared food for me, knowing what I was going to do; I was like a victim, caught in your vortex... Before there were no laws, I lived like that; later there were commandments, and sin was revived..."

"The me hidden in my heart is dead."

Shirley was completely dumbfounded by what she heard. This was no different from a cheesy confession. Was Winnet, who was so cunning, replaced by alcohol?

Before Winnet's hand began to stroke her cheek, Shirley leaned over, grabbed Winnet's legs and lifted them up hard.

Winnet's calves were pressed on her shoulders in an extremely indecent posture; Shirley held Winnet's ankles and felt the unevenness under the delicate skin - the shape of the bones was beautiful. She exerted a little force, making the waist and abdomen almost overlap. In her eyes, there was a slender, charming, and flexible woman, whose seductive appearance always revealed an intoxicating purity, with long and soft eyelashes drooping, and the delicate skin on her face flushed.

Even if it wasn't out of lust, it would be hard to control the urge to kiss her cheek.

But Shirley had no choice but to turn around and slowly put down Winnet's ankles.

"God says to you, it's getting late."

……

Note: Remove the three no's, add some evil, add some evil charm, fill in the blanks by your imagination

ps: Want to see it? Minor (referring to the character) dame!

098 Christmas Eve

"It's really strange that he looks like this."

Shirley rubbed her chest; her heart was beating restlessly. She took a deep breath and poured a glass of salt water.

Winnet was lying on the sofa, somewhat unconscious. Shirley found a straw that came with the drink and fed it to her. Winnet frowned slightly because of the salty taste.

Shirley fed Winnet some salt water, then lifted her up by her arms 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 sensed Winnet's restlessness and she almost kissed her chin.

"Stop it..." Shirley muttered, then quickly stopped talking, "It's stupid to communicate with a drunk."

"Christmas...surprise..."

"You're still thinking about this. What a silly girl. It doesn't matter whether you can survive this kind of life or not. If you want a surprise, is there a bigger surprise than today?"

Shirley muttered to herself, throwing Winnett onto the bed and covering her with a blanket.

Shirley smiled and looked at Winnet's sleeping face for a while, then turned off the light, held a small matchbox with the word "love" printed on it in French between her fingers, lit the kerosene lamp, and after reading for a while, she lifted a corner of the blanket and crawled in.

The next day, Shirley was woken up.

When she opened her eyes, the attic was already bright, except for the curtains where she lay. She yawned and sat up, and found that the blanket was covering her. She turned around and saw Winnett concentrating on putting up Christmas decorations for the attic, and the plastic bags used for packaging were all over the floor.

She placed many Santa Clauses of different shapes in conspicuous places such as the edges of cabinets and dining tables.

Christians and Santa Claus…

Shirley felt a little strange, but there was also something that concerned her: Winnett, who was so drunk last night, got up earlier than her and looked more energetic than her.

She glanced at the old, worn-out clock in the attic and saw that it was almost noon.

Shirley stepped onto the ground in her oversized slippers and quietly walked to the living room. She saw a small snowy forest scene on the wall. The white and green pine trees looked a little wrinkled under Winnet's decoration.

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

"How's it going, Shirley!" Winnet walked towards her holding a choir doll with an angel halo.

Shirley saw that Winnet was so excited about the Christmas Eve decorations, so she naturally didn't want to say anything discouraging. "It's pretty good."

To her, Winnett looked like a white dog running over for praise.

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

"I'm always like this," Shirley said. "You have to get used to it when you're with me. You should tell me, what else is there to prepare for?"

Through the conversation, she learned that Winnett 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.

There are a wide variety of snacks, including nougat, mint chocolate, baked cake base, Finnish chocolate balls, toffee, and fruit gummies.

Shirley was shocked for a moment, then she immediately realized that there was an extreme sweet tooth in the house, and even the orange marmalade in the refrigerator was given a new package.

"Leave it to me today," said Winnet.

"What's important is the sense of participation." Shirley tied the apron on Winnet.

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

The oil in the pot sizzled and emitted a puff of smoke.

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

"what's up?"

Winette held the handle tightly with both hands, as if she was afraid of a hot frying pan. It was rare for Shirley to start with this tone.

"Were you pretending last night, or was it real?"

Winette's hands trembled.

"Last night...did I say something weird? Um, I guess I made you angry again. I apologize. I was dizzy at that time..."

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

"No," Shirley hugged Winnet, "I'm so happy."

Shirley felt Winnet's chest thumping, and then returned to the table to share the platter, satisfied.

“Oh, oh…that’s what’s going on.”

Winette didn't even think about the burnt sausages in the pot. She just spoke meaningless words, trying to cover up her embarrassment and her overflowing thoughts.

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

It seemed as if I could see Winette’s blushing face from last night in the dim candlelight.

"Not okay yet?"

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

"Ah, Shirley...I'm fine now."

"You also brought back an oven?" Shirley noticed it after hearing the prompt.

"Well, I told you I'd show you my skills!" Winette, wearing oven gloves, took maple syrup pancakes out of the oven.

"It smells nice, but I wonder if it's too sweet."

"I've considered the amount." Winnett arranged the platter, took a stack of napkins and placed them next to it, then sat on the opposite side as if waiting for the judges' scores.

"Well, cookies are really suitable for breakfast," Shirley said. She glanced at the tableware, "You also bought two pairs of chopsticks. Don't you want a knife and fork, or have you already eaten?"

"Hehe, this is not a problem for me." Winnet said, then fluently picked up a piece of sugar cake with chopsticks and put it into her mouth.

"Ah, it sure has worked before."

"Uh……"

“The expression of someone whose thoughts are guessed.”

Shirley smiled and took another piece and put it to Winette's mouth. Winette was a little confused at first, and she hesitated for a moment before swallowing it in one gulp.

After dinner, Winette took out another videotape. Although the TV was old, it was fully equipped with functions.

Seeing Winette putting the videotapes in place, Shirley asked while holding her hot cocoa, "What movie?"

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

"A romance movie... isn't it a bit boring?"

"Well, don't young girls like to watch this?" Winnett huddled her legs and pressed the remote control.

"Do you like watching it?"

Winette shook her head.

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

"Shirley, you..."

"It's cold in the room anyway, isn't this good?"

"but……"

"Shh, the movie is starting."

Winnet remained silent. When she watched movies, she almost relied on her imagination to recreate the scenes and mainly listened to the sounds.

Shirley yawned.

"It's more like a family drama than a romance, right? It's something that bored older women would sit and watch all day. Are you sure you're not being fooled?"

"Ah this."

"Collecting five rings in his lifetime, you're really romantic," Shirley said sarcastically.

The movie tells the story of a female singer's romantic affairs. She breaks up with her first love due to various circumstances. Every time the other party gives her a ring, but in the end they never have the chance to see each other again. The female singer has several new relationships and then misses him.

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

“God teaches us to be loyal.”

Miss Winnett swore it.

……

099 Attack of Shirley

We watched the movie until the evening.

Shirley could feel that neither of them was good at entertaining activities, probably because they were the type to stay indoors. If Shirley didn't take the initiative to speak, Winnet would always be silent.

She estimated that even as a pastor, Winnet was just accustomed to dealing with people rather than enjoying it.

"What do you like to do when you are alone?"

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

Winnet spoke with some uncertainty.

In her previous life, she could still watch animations and play games, but in this life living in the church, she has almost no chance to do these things. Her taste in pop music has also shifted to hymns. Although she is not a Catholic, she also likes to listen to Ave Maria and occasionally listen to oratorios such as Messiah.

"Also, read and exercise."

Miss Winnett thought this was a very healthy life.

There was nothing much worth talking about. She thought that Shirley's life must be boring. She was either studying or staying in a laboratory full of the smell of medicine, sneezing at the pungent gas. If she didn't keep her nerves tense, there might be people from the organization who would come to her and threaten her with rude things.

Ninety-nine percent of them had never celebrated a proper holiday, and they were always lonely and desolate inside. If she hadn't been more careful, Shirley would have smiled and let everything pass.

"Too boring," Shirley seemed to see through Winnet's thoughts, "I'm different from you. I ride a bike to travel and buy the fashionable items I want."

Winnett took it as it was. She did not stop busy, and dinner was her most elaborate preparation. Although she did not know Shirley's birthday, she felt that she must have been born on a cold day.

Because he always has no expression and sneers.

She spread cranberry jam on the baked cake, painted a red rose, and decorated a dozen strawberries. She also made a variety of food, including sliced ​​ham, abstract salad, and a roast turkey stuffed with spices.

Shirley, who smelled the fragrance early in the morning, felt it was incredible. If Winnet had such skills, the praise for her cooking would be very intriguing.

Moxibustion

"Winette, are you particularly fond of modesty and concealing your shortcomings? You are just like a stubborn Oriental."

Shirley helped to arrange the dishes. Looking at the delicious food, she couldn't help but frown. When Winnett finished preparing the food and walked towards her, she smelled the fragrance of lemon.