Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

She felt her throat burning and her breathing was about to stop. Yes, she couldn't deny that there were some personal thoughts mixed in, and this was not shameful, it was just human nature - the same applies to friends.

Why did she have to act so weird, like she was on the stake!

"It's you, the stubborn pastor." Shirley straightened Winnet's face and looked at her with those lifeless eyes. "You are very good at dealing with the little girl... Where did your prestige go? Could it be that you have succeeded many times in the time that I have not witnessed?"

"It's just that a girl came to discuss something with me!"

Miss Winnett felt that the conversation was being led in some dangerous direction, and by God she had never used her calling to gain anything.

They are girls of similar age, so why is Shirley the slightest bit... uh, still pretty cute.

If she didn't always play tricks on her.

When she looked at Shirley, her sharp gaze became as soft as cream foam, mixed with a malicious smile, as if to show that Shirley was in the inkwell of the organization.

"Think about me." Shirley's voice became softer and softer.

Winnet's instinct told her that the atmosphere was becoming ambiguous, and perhaps the sweet part was about to begin, but she still couldn't imagine that, and she had a contradictory feeling of fear and expectation.

However, Shirley just yawned, rubbed the tears shining in the corners of her eyes, hugged Winnet's neck, and turned to lie on the bed.

Shirley turned aside and said, "Since you have arranged a bad environment for me, you must take responsibility and meet my requirements, otherwise I will have no choice but to stop my research and protest."

Winnett felt that stopping the research would not be as shocking as the scene just now.

The wings of her nose were still trembling, and the muscles in her cheeks felt overly tense and sore.

After calming down a little, Winette whispered in Shirley's ear: "Aren't you going to look around? The party won't be held until tomorrow night."

"Unless you bring your sister to me," Shirley turned over and put her arms around Winnet's waist, "what difference does it make whether it's here or somewhere else?"

Compared to wandering around a city she was not very familiar with, staying in the room with Winnet made her feel more relaxed.

Shirley patted the bed and said to Winnett, "Why don't you come and sleep with us? Then we can go out for a walk in the evening?"

Winnett did not refuse. After she lay down, she felt that she could not fall asleep. She felt a shivering sensation on the surface of her skin, perhaps because Shirley's arm was passed through her armpit. The hotel's curtains were designed with strong light-blocking capabilities, and the room was like night. Winnett felt that this was a difficult night. She had never had such intimate contact when lying in the same bed before.

She couldn't toss and turn, so her mind was exceptionally clear, and she could even feel Shirley's uneasiness and the tightening of her arms. Her mood became complicated again, and she didn't know where the peace that always accompanied her had slipped away. Was her performance really reliable? Winette couldn't help but doubt herself. Her hand covered Shirley's wrist, but there was always a gap, as if there was a wall of air between them, and she couldn't cover the back of Shirley's hand with her palm.

She was nervous for a long time, until the corner of the floor-to-ceiling window turned orange, then she fell into a deep sleep, and then a burst of urgent music woke her up.

She suddenly propped herself up and subconsciously looked for Shirley beside her. She felt her head hurt as if it was about to explode and her limbs seemed to be filled with lead. This situation was extremely rare.

Winnet looked up and saw Shirley fiddling with the record player in the room.

The original classical music turned into religious songs.

Children's voices and ethereal female voices sang: "Mother of God, most merciful."

This song made her not know how to respond for a moment, so she attributed it to Sulli's bad intentions.

"Shirley!" Winnet couldn't help but call her name resentfully.

She staggered to her feet, her formal dress a little wrinkled, and met Shirley's gaze in front of the record with helpless eyes.

Shirley didn't know when she changed into the hotel's bathrobe. Her hair was still wet. She was holding an iced cola in her hand and leaning against a low cabinet. The record was still playing, and the needle was turning rhythmically.

"What, you're not going to sing a few lines?" Shirley narrowed her eyes, her gaze as sharp as ever.

Miss Winnett said that she had not converted, so how could she praise the Virgin Mary... although she was not incapable of singing.

"Kidding."

Shirley changed the disk to Bach's "Hail God".

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122 Heating

Wynette sang a ballad a cappella for Shirley at the end.

In the countryside, everyone is a musician, and Winnet gradually mastered the essence of it through learning from her surroundings.

Shirley smiled and shook her hands gently, but didn't clap. She just listened quietly.

She felt like a beautiful singer singing for her alone, an obscure song filled with ambiguity and longing, but she herself did not seem to understand the unspeakable love in it.

Shirley narrowed her eyes slightly. In Winnet's voice, this song was too pure and light, and it felt like a replacement. She felt that the singer was more suitable for Winnet than the killer.

This song doesn't match the figure lurking in the darkness.

A strange woman with contrasts all over her body.

After Winnett finished singing and cleared her throat, Shirley handed her the mineral water she had taken out early in the morning, thinking that she should not give her anything that would irritate her throat.

Winnett held the bottle, still a little embarrassed. Usually she treated the audience as potatoes and carrots in the field, but Shirley couldn't be classified in the middle. If she had to say it -

Maybe it's a red rose with thorns.

In a blink of an eye, Shirley was ready to go, perhaps finally ready to enjoy the scenery of the city.

Winette held down her curled hair, stood up dazedly, and followed Shirley holding the plastic bottle. After walking out of the elevator and outside the automatic door, the two of them walked slowly along the road.

She was not a lively person, and although she could broach some Bible topics, she was not able to make any young girls laugh.

Winette couldn't classify Shirley as one of those girls who were troubled by life and love. She didn't say anything, but quietly followed Shirley from one bridgehead to another.

Shirley was finally tired of walking, so she sat down under a big tree with withered branches and leaves at the edge of the park.

There was a bench not far away, which made Winnet feel a little strange. She stood on the side, with her back against the thick tree trunk. The cold wind was already brushing her cheeks. She glanced sideways at Shirley.

Shirley tried to recall the scenes of her childhood, as if the cuckoo's cry came from deep in the park, the figures of children running briskly in the park, and a smiling little girl holding a ball.

She gradually revealed a smile and pulled down Winnet's clothes.

"Let's go," she said.

The fingers holding the hem of the clothes explored upwards, like hooks touching the soft and white palm, tracing Winnet's palm lines and hooking between the knuckles.

Shirley stood up slowly and slowly crossed her palms at the same place.

"Is there anywhere you want to go?" Winnet asked.

"Yes, by your side."

Shirley curled the corners of her mouth and gave her signature smirk, and the sentimentality in her expression seemed to disappear in an instant.

Winette wanted to say something to cover up her embarrassment, but when she inhaled the cold air, she couldn't utter a word, so she could only press her fingers lightly on Shirley's palm.

Then she followed Shirley and continued to wander aimlessly.

Shirley shook her head slightly and remained silent.

Winnett walked beside Shirley, her eyes turning to look at her again and again, even though she saw a lot and very clearly.

She felt that Shirley's gait had become very light. The wind blew on Shirley's body, and her whole body seemed to be lifted up by her dress and floating forward. She often couldn't help but slow down her pace in order to better feel Shirley's rhythmic pace and capture all the vitality of her posture.

Finally, they reached the river bank and the view became very wide.

The bone-chilling wind was howling, a full moon was hanging in the sky, and occasionally the barking of dogs could be heard.

Shirley suddenly turned around. The few sparse lights on the Dimujin River kept dancing on the water, flickering on her fair cheeks. A dull whistle sounded nearby.

Winnett caught a glimpse of the smile on Shirley's face, and slowly turned with her to the other side of the river. The pale moonlight flickered on the waves, the waves were covered with white foam, and the cold wind brought bursts of fresh scent.

"Let's go back, you must be hungry?" Shirley said with a smile.

Winette nodded in a daze. She felt that Shirley's mentality had obviously changed, and her attitude changed from negative to positive - Shirley was originally a strong girl.

Her mind was called back by the sound of the bell, which echoed from the top floor of the department store, and when it reached her ears it seemed to be blown away by the chilly night wind.

Winnett's voice was a little shy now: "I hope I can still prepare dinner."

Shirley glanced at her watch. "It's a quarter to nine. Maybe we should hurry up. Maybe we should go to the convenience store?"

Winnet took a breath, and the muscles on her face relaxed and she smiled slightly. She felt that it was rare to see such a kind-hearted Shirley. When Shirley said, "Why are you laughing so disgustingly?" and turned around without waiting for her to leave, she felt that the previous Shirley had returned, and she quickly walked around to Shirley's side. In the convenience store, Winnet ate a hot meat bun with a rich sauce. After taking out the US dollars, the two of them made a joke.

In the end, the clerk accepted the US dollars and paid the money for them.

After leaving the store, they smiled at each other and returned to their hotel room. Winette felt that Shirley was more energetic today than when she was on the boat, perhaps she was looking forward to meeting her sister.

On the bed, Shirley murmured in her sleep. What surprised Winnet was that the content was not about Shirley's sister, but she actually heard her own name.

"do not leave Me……"

At this time, Winnett felt a strange courage. She reached out and gently pressed Shirley's shoulders until Shirley looked relaxed, and then she fell asleep peacefully.

The next day, Shirley dressed her up, with the same reason: "You are the star of the party."

Winette felt that Shirley had fallen in love with dress-up games, but the object was not herself; however, Shirley's fashion sense was so good that it was speechless. Perhaps it was because of her special temperament and self-confidence, no matter what clothes Shirley wore, they felt like the cover page of a magazine.

Winnett was teased, with her blue-silver hair rolled up into a shining crown, red earrings hanging from her ears, and her skin was pink and white. Shirley also put the St. Lucia gem on her hand, and the ring with a rose inlaid on the corner shone brightly; Shirley solemnly inserted a white rose in her crown and stood in front of her, looking at her.

Winnet's clothes were also changed into a crimson purple dress.

"You can pull off either dark or light color," Shirley said, running her fingers through her hair.

"is it?"

Winnet does often wear black and white, and in fact, she is not very sensitive to color.

Shirley placed her palm in front of Winnet's face. The color looked a little pale to Winnet. When the palm moved away, a small dressing mirror appeared.

Shirley shook the mirror and said, "Your hair volume is also something women envy. If you don't tie it up, it looks like silver seaweed."

The next moment, Shirley kissed the back of her hand respectfully like a man.

Winnet was overwhelmed by the series of attacks.

“Shirley…”

"Don't you think kissing the back of the hand is enough?"

Shirley held Winnet's shoulders and leaned forward along with the seat, her aggressive eyes almost touching the tip of her nose.

Miss Winnet felt inexplicably humiliated.

……

123 Suzuki Sonoko

Shirley gave Winnett a final scratch on the nose.

Winnet had a strange feeling as if she was being treated like a child. She stood up unsteadily, feeling a little uncomfortable with the soft yet not tight-fitting clothes on her body.

Shirley suddenly held her arm and she smiled shyly.

Shirley saw the smile and snorted softly, then took Winnett's arm and walked out of the room until they reached the corridor. They took the elevator to the floor where the banquet was held. The scene was still so prosperous that Winnett felt uncomfortable. When she hesitated, she felt a push on her back. Shirley was standing under the curtain that looked like ivy and smiled at her.

As if it was a routine meeting, Clyde and Sophia raised their glasses and greeted her.

Winette forced a smile, but she was very concerned about Shirley and wanted to look back to catch her figure all the time; the dazzling scene and the chaotic sounds of action made it impossible for her to tell Shirley's location for a moment. She felt like a stone was hanging in her heart. After seeing off several people, her acquaintance Suzuki Ayako came up to say hello, and a girl about Shirley's age followed her side.

The neatly short hair is combed back and fixed with a hairband on the forehead, giving people a full of vitality.

Winnet couldn't help but look at her twice, because her hair color was very similar to Shirley's.

Suzuki Ayako noticed Winnett's gaze and pulled the girl to introduce her, "This is my sister, Suzuki Sonoko."

She then introduced Suzuki Sonoko, "This is the daughter of the Durant Group, Miss Winette Moriarty."

"What a beautiful foreign beauty!" Suzuki Sonoko exclaimed.

It was the first time Winnett was praised like this. She felt a little embarrassed, but still gave her signature gentle smile: "Thank you, you are very beautiful too."

"Hello, Miss Moriarty. Your eyes..."

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"Sonoko, this is very rude." Suzuki Ayako warned.

"It's okay, as you can see." Winnet shook her head and looked at her gently, "I can't see things far away very clearly, so it's a little inconvenient for me to move."

Suzuki Sonoko suddenly had an idea: "Then let me take you around, Miss Moriarty!"

Suzuki Ayako gave a helpless smile.

"Okay." Winnet agreed, "Just call me Winnet."

Traveling with a little girl also means less routine social engagements and the like.

"That's great. Listen, the sushi in this hotel is delicious!" Suzuki Sonoko recommended it to Winette and pulled her to the table with a variety of dishes.

Winette was still looking for Shirley while moving, but Shirley didn't seem to intend to show up again. Her eyes looked back and forth for her but found nothing, and in the end she could only taste the sushi.