Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

"Sherlock, be more modest."

Her voice was soft, as if soaked in aged wine, revealing a hint of sweetness.

It was clearly an order, but when she said it like a baby, it had no deterrent effect, but it aroused people's desire for protection.

And Sherlock, of course, would not listen.

Especially now, he can clearly feel her heartbeat.

A person's body can never lie.

If Sherlock would listen to her, Ai Miye blinked, then she should really write her name upside down.

I have known Sherlock for so long, and when he was willing to listen to her, it was because of Ai Miye's signing countless unfair contracts. In the current situation, she is obviously the one being bullied.

Useless struggle.

She sighed softly, she shouldn't use other people's rules to treat Sherlock, Sherlock has never been suitable for the public standards.

Forget it.

Not the first time.

Thinking about it this way, the warmth behind her was close to her, the sea water was obviously cold, but she suddenly felt a little hot.

too close.

Ai Miye felt a little uncomfortable, she lowered her eyes, the last time she was in close contact like this...

She froze suddenly.

Sherlock...

Kissing her.

The soft lips kissed her neck little by little, as gentle as a feather, but it could not be ignored.

His body was very hot, there was almost no gap between them, and she could even clearly feel his muscle lines.

His slender hands were close to her slender waist, even before touching her skin, he still felt icy cold.

His eyes darkened.

During her recovery period, she seldom went out, and her skin became more and more supple. He restrained himself, and the movements of his hands were much gentler, but red marks were still unavoidable.

On the snow-white skin, the little red marks only aroused infinite reverie, Sherlock's eyes paused, and the color of his eyes sank.

His breathing was a little heavy, Ai Miye wanted to turn around, but he refused to let her, just kissed her behind her, but did not go any further.

After the kiss, her breathing gradually became a little unsteady.

In addition to the sound of the waves of the sea, there was her soft breathing.

He saw that her fair skin was turning red and pink, he could hardly restrain himself, his eyes were dim, and his knuckle fingers held her hand tightly involuntarily, the fingertips were intertwined, and the air was full of her. The fragrance on his body, with a hint of sweetness, entangled his heart tightly like heroin.

too long.

He leaned forward, made her face him, and kissed her lips aggressively, without giving her a chance to back down.

It was hot, but the water was cold.

During the ups and downs, he felt the changes in her body, her cool arms wrapped around his neck, and her body seemed to have no bones to support him.

totally dependent on his posture.

Sherlock's eyes darkened, and her movements became more and more uncontrollable. Her voice was soft, sweet like honey.

He approached her ear with a hoarse voice, "Call my name."

In a low panting sound, she chanted his name intermittently, but he couldn't wait any longer, and swallowed her remaining consonance, occupying her more deeply.

His bravest and wisest girl is in his arms right now.

It's been too long since I've been separated from her, she's not here, the time seems to be stretched infinitely, and I live every day in a daze, and now I come to her again, it seems that a century has passed.

His body was on fire, but she couldn't bear it anymore, her hoarse voice was full of charm, "Sherlock... that's enough..."

enough?

How could it be enough? It's been too long since the last time we met. He thought about her so much that he couldn't even see his favorite serial murder case. How could it be enough.

He kissed her, from the sensitive earlobe to the snow-white collarbone, the ambiguous red marks were charming and moving.

It was very late when it was over, and Sherlock helped her get dressed, and she was very sleepy, so she fell asleep halfway against Sherlock.

When I woke up, I realized that my whole body was hot, my waist was sore, my legs were weak, and my head hurt. I knew I had a fever without thinking about it.

Her throat was dry, she stretched out her hand to reach the water glass on the table, drank a little, then lay down on the bed again, covered the quilt, but couldn't fall asleep.

It was very uncomfortable, but she didn't bother to call a private doctor, so she simply lay down like this, but after lying down for a few minutes, her door was pushed open.

Sherlock walked in while wiping his hair with a white towel, raised his long legs, and the door closed again,

She was sick, but he stood there refreshed, thinking of this, Ai Miye was a little angry, and decided to ignore the culprit for the time being.

Seeing that her back was facing him, he got on the bed without thinking, and grabbed her slender waist with his long hands. As soon as he touched her, he felt the strange body temperature.

There was an inexplicable flash in his eyes, and he scanned the room. He got up, took the glass she put on the table and went out.

When he came in again, the water glass in his hand was steaming, and there were a few capsules in his other hand.

He put the water glass on the table and freed up one hand to help her up. The illness and the madness of last night made her weak, her soft lips were slightly parted, her porcelain white teeth and delicate red tongue It's all there.

Seeing her like this, Sherlock pursed his lips, clenched the water glass calmly, and carefully fed the medicine, but some liquid still slid down the corner of her mouth.

He got close and lowered his head to kiss the warm water off the corner of her mouth.

She didn't hide, she couldn't use any strength, and Sherlock's strength was better than ordinary people, so she didn't intend to make unnecessary struggles.

It's just that she was a little dissatisfied with being so passive, not to mention that he caused such a passive situation. After thinking about it, she felt that it was Sherlock's fault, and she didn't want to talk to him anymore.

Seeing that he still didn't let go, Ai Miye spoke in a hoarse voice, but the tone carried a strange charm, which was particularly attractive.

"You let go."

There was still a thin layer of red on her face. After waking up, she felt a little hot, and she was sweating a little while lying on the bed. There were thin beads of sweat on the tip of her nose and forehead.

Sherlock didn't speak, he hugged her and lay down again, and the quilt suddenly became crowded.

She closed her eyes, and there was a steady stream of heat behind her, warm and reassuring. She suddenly felt a little sleepy, and she didn't let him go.

Smelling the slightly cool scent of his body, she flinched, found a comfortable position in his arms, and fell asleep again.

Sherlock's eyes were calm, but her hands tightened a little. She trusted him unconsciously, completely exposing her back to him. After suffering so much darkness, she knew very well how dangerous this approach was.

But she did it anyway.

She trusted him without reservation.

The Bitan in my heart surged violently and fiercely in an instant.