New York is a Shura field [Comprehensive British and American]

what cute...?

You recalled your appearance, it's not a loli type, is it?

"It's nothing, nothing!" His heart beat faster and he waved his hands in a panic.

Then--

With a snap, the phone slipped out of his hand and fell.

Roll straight down in front of you.

You pick it up, but your eyes inevitably glance at the Whatsapp chat interface between him and Ned.

After all, he hasn't had time to lock the screen of his phone yet.

In this way, all the news he sent just now fell into your eyes in an instant.

Well……

But you still didn't express anything about his behavior, just handed him the phone.When he took the phone, his fingertips brushed against yours inadvertently.

In just a few seconds, a numb feeling came from the fingertips, like an electric shock.

Peter twitched his thumb and forefinger thinking about that feeling.

Suddenly, he said, "Do you want me to hug you?"

You turned around suddenly, stared at him without blinking, and didn't speak for a while... A terrified expression appeared on your face.

what does he mean? ?Ahhh, so no one is normal in this world, right? ?

Your reaction was expected, but it was inevitable that he felt a slight depression in his heart.There is a kind of explanation that overshadows this little frustration, "No, I mean, if you change to a hug or back position, you should be able to see it."

He doesn't want you to think he has other thoughts about you.

Although he does.

Anyway, this is more or less a feeling of cutting black and white...?

I still want to have physical contact with you in any sense, this is alpha's nature.Physical contact means emotional contact.

You breathe a sigh of relief.The little spider seems to be quite normal.

Your eyes flickered, and when you were about to answer him out loud, your eyes were attracted by another tall and thin figure from the back.

Long black windbreaker, about 1.8 meters tall, and that iconic black curly hair.

You don't have to think to know who it is——

Sherlock Holmes.

You don't know how to feel.

[The sexually frigid roommate almost fucked me. After being treated coldly by me for several days, they met at the same exhibition by chance. The distance between us was about 50 meters at most.And beside me, there is another alpha standing. 】

It was bloody dramatic.

There are so many slots, I don't know where to start.

He seems to have come alone.Because you didn't see Watson or Molly beside him.

But who is Holmes?Even if he is still in the susceptible period, he still looks good when he goes out alone. Looking at those sharp eyes, he doesn't look like someone who will be troubled by the estrous period.

Sherlock, who was facing you sideways, seemed to sense that someone was looking at him, and the conversation with the other person came to an abrupt end, and he turned his head to look in your direction.

Your heart suddenly rose, and even the little spider wanted to turn around in doubt to see what you saw.But when you held your face and turned back, you still maintained the posture facing you.

"Yi Ri?" Your fingertips feel cool, but as long as you get closer, the concentration of pheromone he smells will be higher.My God, to him, you are no different from an apple in the Garden of Eden, fresh and verdant, you can touch it as soon as you reach out, but...

He thinks it's too early.

"Peter, hold me!" You simply broke the can, took the initiative to step forward and hugged the opponent's waist, and the opponent's body froze without exception.

The taste of sweet soft pheromones is closer.

The fatal attraction of Omega is that in front of people like alpha with extremely sensitive five senses, no matter how much masking agent is sprayed, as long as they are close enough, the pheromones emitted from the deep glands can still be clearly captured, producing Fantastic chain effect.

You are determined not to let Sherlock see you, but you suffer from the fact that there is no place for you to live around.And the human wall in front of you is tightly packed, completely blocking your posture of trying to squeeze in.You have no choice but to look at Peter.

The boy looked at you with a harmless expression.

A sense of guilt welled up in your heart, and you whispered sorry to Peter, and then you had an intimate contact with him.

Peter, pawn. (The boy who crossed out suddenly felt like an unthreaded puppet, and his brain was pulling his soul to go in more and more wrong directions—he didn't even know how to put his hands, and he wanted to hold the other party reflexively, But he paused just before he touched it.

He instinctively knows that you have ulterior motives for doing this.And that motive, right behind his back—probably not fifty yards away at the most.

The smell of pheromones made him feel like falling into a cloud.

Peter's eyes can only fall on the top of your head.Fortunately, the people around didn't notice his strangeness, the hugging posture, others would only think that this was a pair of ordinary little lovers when they saw it.

If it's true, that's fine.

There was a little regret and something in Peter's eyes.What should I say about you?Hastily throwing himself in the arms of an alpha (even if the asexual one has a purpose), it is too lack of consideration of the consequences.

And yet he was inappropriately elated...he expected it, he should.

You don't have the time to pay attention to the expression on Peter's face, Sherlock's figure has already attracted you firmly, he is standing there emitting his exclusive single dog alpha pheromone, regardless of whether you like it or not.

Wait...distribute? ?

You feel like the world needs to start over.

Since it is too close to the little spider, it is only natural that the smell of daisies surges up.but--

You poked your head out a little, maybe it was your illusion, but you actually smelled that breath reappearing in the air.

Pure, indifferent Sherlock's pheromone.

Sherlock didn't look back, his back was still facing you.However, at the moment when he turned sideways again, you raised your heart that had just let go, and quickly buried your face.

You are very nervous, but Sherlock looks calm and composed.This contrast makes you feel a little unconvinced.

Obviously he was the one who went wrong!

Excessive!

No moment of Sherlock Holmes's life was wasted in idleness (excluding normal physical and psychological needs, which he did not see as contrary to anything).He has no interest in this museum exhibition. He came here only to investigate the case.

God knows, he had to admit, he missed Watson now too.Without Watson, there seems to be no one to support him even in the investigation.But I still can't say such words, I can only hold them in my heart.

He must find that idiot who kills with passion. If the other party is also an alpha, then let him suffer the consequences and taste the taste of the susceptibility period.

There are a lot of people in the building, and the temperature has risen compared to the outside - in Sherlock's view, the air here is dirty and disgusting.

He turned his head for a moment, and his eyes quickly locked on the brown-haired boy whose back was facing him.Then his eyes fell, and there were two tender white hands placed on the boy's waist.

Oh--

Sherlock's eyes moved, and regardless of the confusion of the lady standing opposite him, he directly stated his conclusion, but it was about the "little couple" opposite him.

"The boy's clothes are clean and well-matched. Obviously he has gone through a lot of trouble. He even brought pheromone blockers and inhibitors, so the other party is simply an omega and he doesn't want to hurt her or love her. In short, he likes her very much." This woman in front of me." Sherlock's eyes looked at the inhibitor protruding from Peter's coat pocket, and he chattered out his thoughts, "And the woman, the reason why the woman presents such a posture, may be a response to the upcoming stage. Shy, maybe—evasive?”

His fluent tone seemed to be interrupted abruptly, and the indifferent expression he had maintained at the moment of speaking the last word couldn't help but crack.

"Yi Ri?" He uttered the word, and his eyes fixed on that side deepened.But he could only see the small hands, not the cheek of the man whose head was buried elsewhere.Detectives have to pay attention to full evidence, so he can't tell whether that person is you.

The blond woman next to her was a little puzzled. Mycroft Holmes, who had been talking to her with a cold humor just now, asked if he could have a date at night, but now he was inexplicably ecstatic to an unknown place.

She couldn't help it anymore, so she asked, "What's the matter, Mr. Holmes?"

At this time, Sherlock was not in the mood to deal with this woman, because the person who always easily disrupted his life seemed to appear again.

He wanted to continue to observe to see when the young couple would reluctantly part from such an intimate action.

"Listen to Mycroft, I don't know what's going on with you," the woman in a dress stroked her hair, her eyes were stained with anger, "Do you still want a date at night?"

Curly Fu didn't give her a straight look, just said: "Of course, Miss Winspton." His attention was already on the other side.

God knows, other people who don't know him will definitely think he's a psycho - just look at his eyes.He was clearly looking at someone who had nothing to do with it, but golden sparks seemed to pop out of his eyes.

"My name is Karen." The woman became even angrier, "Did you listen to me carefully? I'm afraid you don't even know my name?"

Only then did Sherlock look away, and his thoughts returned to the woman in front of him.

He forgot, and the Sarah Cullen thing.

Watson may find him incomprehensible, but Sherlock... is the type who can do everything very well.

It's just a woman, what can be difficult to defeat him?

He took a deep breath and said, "Have you heard of the actress surnamed Winspton?"

Sarah shook her head dubiously.

"Sasha Winspton is an actress of the last century, famous for her beauty and talent. She looks too similar to you, so I was about to say something wrong, sorry." He blinked his eyes slightly, The little expression on his face is so charming.

The sullen look between the woman's brows eased, "You are so cute, Mycroft."

Immediately, Sherlock asked the blond woman named Sarah to take his arm very gentlemanly, and said in his deep cello-like voice, "It's an honor, ma'am."

The two of them gradually walked away.

You can't believe it when you look at it all.

Sherlock flirted with a girl? ?