Nuan Nuan Saves the World [Comprehensive British and American]

"He's gay!" Mr. Sherlock Holmes held up his mobile phone and said amidst his poor cohabitant's growl of "you peeked at my phone again", announcing himself in his usual unflattering tone It seemed that what he saw through was just a trivial matter, and he raised his chin slightly and stared at his cohabitant, wanting to hear what Watson had to say.

It's a pity that Mr. Watson, who didn't even want to get angry, didn't notice Mr. Holmes' little secret thoughts at all. He just rolled his eyes at Sherlock unceremoniously, and snatched his mobile phone from Sherlock's hand. Angrily said: "Yes, I know! I think anyone with long eyes can see that this is 'he' not 'she'!"

Yes, Watson's new friend Peter is a bubbly young man with a boyfriend, and this sort of thing doesn't need a Labor Advisory Detective condescending to tell the truth, even with Mr Watson's tiny goldfish head (it's not) I can also understand that Peter's long list of male pronouns referring to his lover is definitely not a product of shaking hands, and the long text on the other end of the phone, which is a little proud to show off his sweetheart's handsomeness, makes people suspect that what Peter describes is not a real person. It's a perfect lover who only lives in fantasy.

Well, the so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder, a military doctor with rich experience in love is not incomprehensible.

Especially when he was still young and frizzy or traveling with his first love for the first time, Watson did not hesitate to strongly recommend all tourist cities other than London to Peter, rather than let this significant trip be ruined in a certain place. Emotional intelligence is still stuck in the consulting detective who didn't know enough to stop when he was a child.

Watson swears that Sherlock will definitely do something. Who knows how Sherlock believes that there are some ulterior secrets hidden in Peter that must be investigated. Recently, why is there nothing in the world that can occupy Sherlock? An interesting case that was so clever that Sherlock could only look at his mobile phone when he had nothing to do, and use his outstanding reasoning ability to thoroughly analyze Watson's interpersonal relationship from head to toe.

Or when Watson was having a candlelight dinner with a certain girlfriend, he would use countless spam text messages and trivial things to destroy the upcoming beautiful night, so that Watson had to abandon the delicious food and wine in front of him and go all the way to pack for Sherlock. What the hell are fried dumplings.

"That's not a damn fried dumpling." Sherlock corrected Watson's words, "It's the best Chinese restaurant in London, you can recommend it to your children, they also provide knives and forks if they don't know how to use chopsticks. "

"Fuck you." Watson directly ignored Sherlock's words, and recommended to Peter a few restaurants and attractions in Edinburgh that he thought were pretty good. Although the last time he went to Edinburgh was several years ago, he was not sure what he would recommend. Is the restaurant still open?

But even the rather romantic French restaurant he recommended to Peter is now closed, and in Edinburgh during the peak tourist season, even the local restaurant selling eel jelly and looking up at the sky is overcrowded at dinner time, it doesn't hurt Peter's happiness and contentment at all. The mood to fly to the sky.

After all, the condoms he stuffed in the compartment of his suitcase finally consumed one last night, along with the huge creamy birthday cake the hotel was preparing to celebrate his coming of age (even though he insisted he was already a super grown-up), and a Shots - Really just a small shot, a mixed cocktail with hardly any alcohol content.

Peter would not admit that he secretly drank a little whiskey on ice under Chris's quilt. It would be cruel to ask him to drink juice for a man who has tasted enough wine in countless worlds. He secretly, secretly Take such a small sip, and God will forgive him for a momentary indulgence.

He was a winner in life who was about to get rid of his poor virginity in the next few days, so he drank a little wine in advance to celebrate, and Peter unilaterally forgave himself.

Except that he miscalculated the amount of alcohol he had, the feeling of burning his cheeks after a small sip drove away all the rationality in his head, directing his body to forcibly forcibly Pushing Chris on the bed, half-forcibly received his long-awaited birthday present from Chris in advance.

So much so that when he woke up, he still felt that he was drunk and had a dream. Except that the upper and lower relationship was different from his usual dream, the restricted level was even a little purer than his usual dream.

It wasn't until he yawned and turned his head and saw the tragic battle situation on the neck of Chris sitting next to him, that he recalled the memory of last night's chaos to the point of losing his mind.

Chris beside him has already woken up, and he has even tidied up the messy room that was messed up by Peter, well, and himself last night to the point where he can see people.He can't leave overturned wine glasses full of creamy drinks and bed sheets full of suspicious liquids for the hotel cleaners to deal with. Even if he doesn't care much, he feels that his little boyfriend's skin is not thick enough to leave without changing his face. These bad marks are exposed in broad daylight.

Also taking into account the elusive love brain of his little boyfriend, Chris barely kept the marks left on him by the over-excited young man last night, gnawing and biting and a bunch of scratches. Dao did not leave too many traces of restraint and gentleness. The novice Peter did not know how to write the word control. It spread from the back to the chest to the neck that could not be covered by the top button of the shirt. The trace bit the collar of the tightly buttoned shirt and climbed up, like some kind of wet, soft and sticky vine, spreading an ambiguous breath that made people blush.

If you only look at the traces on your body, you might really misidentify who slept with whom.

God knows that even Chris's wrists are bruised by the young man who started drinking after drinking a little wine yesterday, and when he hangs his hands, they will be blocked by the cuffs, but as long as he bends his arms slightly-even if it's just like this Half leaning on the bedside to read the travel guide, there will always be a little bit of color showing from the junction of the wrist and the cuff.

Ascetic and slutty, damn alluring.

The kind of young people whose minds are almost crazy, wishing to imprint their own traces on their lovers and declare their ambitions to the world, are clearly revealed in such mottled traces.

Chris can't do such a thing, he always likes to put things neatly and cleanly, his emotions are restrained and restrained just right, and his slightly excessive desire to control, and his desire to control himself Controlled reserve matched with cool restraint.

So he just restrained and gently left a shallow hickey on the back of his lover's neck, which was printed on the back of the neck where the mirror could not see it, and was covered by his hair so that he couldn't see it clearly. Disappeared without a trace, forbearance and silence quietly engraved the location of sovereignty.

The traces left on the skin are like footprints on the beach, which disappear as soon as the sea washes away. Chris still prefers to stick to his lover's flesh and blood meticulously with a hot desire that is equal to restraint. Among them, entangle his soul with his soul, just like a python entangles its prey, and the vines take root on the trunk.

Ecstasy and bone erosion, until death.

Satisfied, Peter looked at the ambiguous traces exposed from Chris's clothes, raised his head and kissed the scar on the corner of Chris's lips where he bit him.Thanks to Peter's good self-healing ability, after sleeping for a while, he didn't feel the slightest discomfort. Instead, he was relaxed and refreshed, as if he had trekked for a long time with a heavy burden in the scorching heat, and finally he was able to throw away the burden and drink a glass of iced soda. The whole person was about to be able to float up to the clouds, the corners of his mouth uncontrollably raised wildly, and he smirked and rubbed his cheek against the mark on Chris's wrist, indescribably full of complacency.

Those who didn't know thought that he really succeeded in relying on poor technology and brute force to do Chris like that in a dream, instead of practicing what it means to be the opposite in a dream.

As for the restaurant he managed to make a reservation for after sleeping until now, he has missed the time, and the drama he was going to see has already played halfway through, these things are completely indifferent, he just put on a T-shirt and jeans indiscriminately So he dragged Chris into the turbulent tourists in Edinburgh during the tourist season, happily almost wanting to hug every pedestrian on the street.

Although, indeed, although he now also has a sense of illusion that is not so real as if he is dreaming, but what is more intense and clear than that feeling is the indescribable fulfillment and satisfaction, as if being hit by a pie falling from the sky A fool with his head cut off, no matter how good this pie is, no matter how mouth-watering it is, he can only feel satiated and peaceful if he eats it into his stomach.

It turned out that I was really in a relationship with Chris.

This kind of cognition was unprecedentedly clear, so clear that everything in front of him became brighter.

Although today's Edinburgh is full of overcast clouds with British characteristics, he feels that the whole world is covered with a filter of bright and warm tones, dancing with wonderful colors that make the heart beat faster.

Chris just smiled, and let Peter drag him into unknown streets and alleys. The traces of ambiguity on his body were too obvious, and he didn't have the sense that a well-tailored suit would only make those traces more conspicuous. , the dancing artists on the street spun around him, whistled and praised "bravo" frivolously, Chris raised his eyebrows and smiled calmly, but it was the instigator of his traces. After realizing it, the roots of her ears flushed red as if a little shy and a little proud.

The bright and warm colors in Peter's eyes were now coated with a layer of soft and happy pink, and colorful transparent bubbles fluttered.

He couldn't help but grabbed Chris, and asked his lover for a wet kiss on the crowded streets of Edinburgh.

You see.

I'm in a relationship with Chris.

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