Lady Sherlock: The First Unofficial Case

90: Ego and Restrained Libido

#NOTE: EVERYTHING TYPED HERE IS FICTION. PLEASE READERS DO NOT MISUNDERSTAND ALL THE THINGS WRITTEN BY THE AUTHOR!

"Why accompany me ...? You're a little suspicious, Hazelia Lify," Whisk said. He stared intently at Haz to find out exactly what the long-haired woman was thinking. Only, the more he tried to find out, he was even more confused. Haz was too good at hiding what he was thinking.

"Am I looking very suspicious, Mr Whisky Woods? What's wrong with keeping you here for a while?" ask Haz, avoiding the sharp stare of Whisk. He picked up a novel that had been read by a reddish-spirited man.

"Shojo Park .. hm?" muttered Haz. He opened the book, reading it quickly.

"Have you ever read that novel?" ask Whisk while seizing the novel in Haz's hands.

"Hey! It's not polite like you-"

Haz is shocked to find Whisk's face so close to his. The woman could not think straight. Want to feel, also want to refuse.

Comeon! Reject him! Haz exclaimed inwardly, panicking. He did not want to suddenly have people passing by and caught them doing a 'hot kissing scene' or doing a 'France Kiss', given that the Whisk is French.

Haz immediately shut the mouth of the Whisk using his palm. "Hold up! Don't fuckin. It's going to be a big scandal ..," he said of detaining the Whisk. "You think this is your country? If yes, it's okay. Your country won't take issue with kissing scenes in public. But not with this country."

Surprisingly, it turns out that Whisk only kisses Haz's forehead-friendly. As for Haz, he was already afraid that his image would be damaged first.

Haz tightly closed his eyes to feel that he was being kissed on the forehead, not the lips. She should feel relieved? Maybe he should feel relieved. Sometimes he also could not predict what a Whisky Woods would do.

"Who said he'd kiss you? I'm just kissing your forehead? Do you expect that I will kiss you in a public place like this? I'm not stupid, nor am I crazy. I know what state this is in" Whisk said. She patted Haz's cheek gently, with a little impatience. The reddish-browed man wanted to know what Haz had just experienced. He felt it must have something to do with the case they were trying to solve. "Now tell me, Hazelia Lify .. What is troubling you? You coming back to this place is to take me to Zenneth, don't you think?"

"You really want to kiss me!" Haz whispered to Whisk. He wanted to make sure that no one heard their conversation. He was quite afraid that it would be a disgrace to him, as well as to the hard-won career built by the Whisk. Having a scandal with a detective is more severe than having a scandal with an artist or model, actually which is the same thing.

"Your mind can get dirty, too" whisky poked while touching Haz's forehead, making the long-haired woman complain of pain.

"Be careful with my forehead, Marjoram! You kissed, you were sentil. What do you mean, huh?" asked Haz while glaring towards the Whisk.

"I don't mean anything. Just that dirty thought is a little annoying. Well, Hazelia Lify ... what do you want to say?"