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

When he finished speaking, you felt as if all the strength in your body was taken away in an instant, and your whole body became limp.

You can't help but glance at him a few more times with the only eye you can currently move a little, wondering eagerly what he's up to.

He put his hands on your shoulders and lifted you up.

Your field of vision wobbled again, and before you had a good understanding of the current situation, he suddenly grabbed your hand.Just when you were in a daze, his hand slowly moved to your wrist, then grabbed the wrist bone, and leaned towards him.

Then, all you touch is his steady heartbeat.

It's completely different from your heart that is beating violently in your fiery chest that is hidden under thin clothing.

You know, Sherlock Holmes would never lie.

He said he was calm, so he was very calm.

And you are just the opposite, you are just trying to cover up now, pretending that you have not been half influenced by him.

Actually...

Heartbeats will betray you.

Without saying a word, you shrank back like an electric shock, "You..." God knows how difficult it is for you to organize your words now.

Sherlock put his hands on your shoulders and frowned, "You made me an exception again-I repeat again, proper intimacy exercises between lovers can enhance each other's emotions."

You are like a sailor who fell into the sea in a storm, unable to find his way in the midst of the waves.In a panic, he finally climbed onto a piece of driftwood, "Well, I don't think kissing is necessary for intimacy practice."

The rabbit walked into the trap of the hunter in a trance.

There was a triumphant smile on his usually cold face, "You mean to admit that we are lovers?"

You were in a mess in the wind, and it took several seconds before your soul really returned to your own body, "Wait a minute—when did I say that? Don't talk nonsense."

Your voice trembled.

"Intimate exercises, including but not limited to kissing and caressing, doing the same thing at a specific time, opening up to communicate with each other and showing vulnerability." Sherlock said these three different intimate exercises at a very fast speed , without giving you a little time to react, "I choose the first one."

He was honest.

"The second option cannot be established now, unless you don't go to practice tomorrow." You understand that he must be trying to trick you in the game again.

"And the third kind—" he thought for a while, "you have secrets that you haven't told me."

You retort subconsciously, "I don't."

"A person who has a secret in his heart will never say that he has it."

You subconsciously avoided his gaze, as if you were afraid that his eagle-like eyes would notice something.But what he said was right, you did... hide one thing from him.

This matter is not only a secret, but also a fact.

"No matter what you say, nothing means nothing." Of course, you still answered him in a firm tone on the surface.

"It doesn't matter," he answered you with a strict and serious attitude, "I choose the first one."

[It is recommended that the host do what he said, otherwise the data will be disordered again, and the repair work will be difficult to do. ] The system popped up suddenly.

Your mind is filled with the thought "I'm really scared of you".Then he took a deep breath and took a step back, "Why don't we just hold hands? You can't kick holding hands out of the scope of intimacy practice."

Sherlock didn't expect you to agree so quickly, and even thought for a while before taking your hand.

Fool.He couldn't help thinking in his heart, while secretly looking at you.

At the moment of holding hands, you took out your mobile phone and fiddled with it, without paying attention to him at all, which made him feel very unhappy.

In fact, he already knew what it was like to hold hands.Your hand is a circle smaller than his, and it's extremely soft.

He wants something else.

You're not feeling well either, and you find yourself something to do when you're nervous—and your phone isn't really fun.

In the silence, he suddenly called your name.

In his experience, every time you are called, you immediately look up at him.

It's the same this time.

He stretched out his other hand and pressed you against the back of the sofa, making you unable to move.Immediately, he got closer as he wished.

Just when your lips were about to touch his, an abrupt voice broke the current ambiguous atmosphere between you and Sherlock.

"Oh, Sherlock, I told you don't always leave your outlandish things at the door!" Mrs. Hudson's familiar voice went on and on without a pause. of.As she spoke, she walked up the escalator, never thinking that what she was about to face would be such a scene.

"—Oh! Did I interrupt something?" Mrs. Hudson was dumbfounded, and for a moment forgot what she was supposed to say next.

She was like a puppet with a broken clockwork, stuck in place in a daze.

Now in front of her is a scene like this: You and Sherlock were sitting side by side on the sofa, but now the other side straightens up and faces you instead, and holds you down tightly, making you unable to move .If it's just like this, then it's fine, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the two of you are maintaining a posture of kissing and wanting to kiss.

The moment your eardrum caught her voice, you took advantage of Sherlock's inattention and quickly got rid of her imprisonment.

It just so happened that the sudden ringtone of the cell phone rang in the extremely quiet room at this time, and in your eyes, it became like a lifesaver.Needless to say, you quickly ran out with your mobile phone, leaving a bewildered Mrs. Hudson and an unhappy Sherlock looking at each other.

Sherlock became emotionally rare, and this kind of situation was too rare for him before.

He took a thoughtful look at the creases you had made on the sofa when he held you down just now, then stood up, completely losing any desire to talk to Mrs. Hudson, and took out the The nicotine patch he found earlier, rolled up his sleeves, and put it on mercilessly.

Mrs. Hudson watched his series of actions, and even saw a gnashing of teeth in it.

She just wanted to make a sound, but in the blink of an eye, Sherlock quickly returned to his bedroom, and closed the door with a snap, extremely fast.

"Young people nowadays..." Mrs. Hudson shook her head incomprehensibly, decided to ignore the matter between you and Sherlock, turned around and went back downstairs.

Sherlock was sitting in the bedroom smoking a cigarette, which was a shame, it would have been an afterthought.

The cold wind outside blows on your face, cooling the heat on your face a little.

When you were with Sherlock just now, you didn't feel like yourself anymore.His figure enveloped your body, so you couldn't help but follow his footsteps subtly.

It's not really your fault, after all...

Before you had time to think too much, you patted your cheek, and finally pressed the green answer button on the phone screen with trembling fingers.

As soon as he answered, Harry's deep and pleasant voice filled his ears, "Is it not disturbing you now?" He asked.

You quickly denied it, "Of course not!" Then you glanced reflexively at the street shrouded in night at the moment—it's winter now, so there are fewer and fewer people on the street.There are only sporadic street lights in the whole street that still perform their own lighting duties as usual.Other than that it was solitary.

"Ah," he heard you reply, "remember what I told you this morning?"

You hmmed, requests like picking flowers...sounds pretty simple.Although you haven't seen what Mrs. Osborne, who died young, looks like, but from the moment you catch a glimpse of Harry's face, you will think in your heart that Emily must also have a beautiful face, A very educated woman.

And your parents... You think a little sadly that as long as you stay in this world, you will never see them again.

It is also for this reason that on every timeline the seat representing your parents is either empty or obscured.Because if you deliberately fabricate two completely unknown strangers to play such an important role, it will definitely make you completely lose your sense of substitution, and then remind you more clearly——

You don't belong here.

"I changed the itinerary a little bit." He said, "On the day that was originally scheduled, the people from the board of directors told me that other important meetings had been arranged, and there was no way to change it." He said in a pleasant voice and tone Also lowered a level.

"It doesn't matter." You carefully thought about the itinerary for the next few days, and found that there was nothing particularly important to do, "I don't mind."

"Really?" He seemed to smile. "Then tomorrow—how?"

"But what about tomorrow's internship?"

"...Actually, it doesn't matter if you do it or not." Harry replied, he seemed to be in a happy mood now, and joked, "Besides, picking flowers is also part of the job."

You were amused by him, "As the top decision-maker of an enterprise, can't you plan your time according to your real needs?"

The tall and handsome young man on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Sometimes, it's impossible." Then, he added in a relaxed tone, "Everyone is restricted by an invisible cage. When I take over It is my responsibility to own this enterprise.”

Hearing this, you think of the setting in the movie again.

After returning home to inherit hundreds of millions of family property, he was suddenly informed by his dying father of the existence of a family genetic disease that would undoubtedly kill him.Knowing that his life is not long, he has to clock in and go to work on time every day, play games with shareholders, and monitor the progress of corporate projects...

If it was you, your mentality would have already collapsed.

Although the tone of what Harry said was light and light, as if it was just an insignificant matter, it was actually very heavy.

Just as you were about to say something, a gust of cold wind hit you, and you couldn't help but sneezed.

Harry was a little concerned, "Are you catching a cold?"

"No." Your denial is completely useless in his opinion.

He spoke immediately, blocking your desire to continue, "Go and rest, don't catch a cold - after all, I need a healthy person to accompany me."

His voice through the communication tool is so gentle, as if you are a treasure that his evil dragon has been guarding for centuries.

You thought of something, and couldn't help but ask, "Harry, do you have any wish to fulfill?"

The other party didn't expect you to ask such a question at all. Instead of answering you immediately, he asked instead: "What's wrong?"

"I'm actually—" You just noticed that you had crossed the line on your own initiative this time, "It's nothing, I just wanted to ask."

You certainly don't say you're asking out of sentimentality over the few lives he has left.

"Huh?" His tone was lazy, "No."

Hearing his unwavering answer, you finally let go of your hanging heart.

But his next sentence was——

"If I have to say one thing, I can." There was no sadness or joy in his tone, "I hope my 15-year-old lover will be resurrected."

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-02-1323:37:08~2020-02-1423:45:09期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Ruyun 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!