The third child of the Sherlock Holmes family

After waiting for two hours, Mrs. Holmes saw that the three sons and daughter-in-law did not come downstairs to eat, and she looked very ambiguous. She deliberately said in a helpless tone: "It seems that I, the old woman, is the only one who eats by herself tonight."

"Madam, how about I go up and ask the young master to come downstairs to accompany you to have dinner?" Mrs. Berlin is the housekeeper of the Holmes family.

"Catherine, I'm a caring mommy, how can I disturb the good things of the children." Mrs. Holmes smiled and winked at Mrs. Berlin. "You let the kitchen warm up the food. They should come down to get dinner later."

Mrs. Berlin smiled and said, "Yes, madam."

Mrs. Holmes sighed in her heart while eating, the young man's physical strength is good, even Mycroft's physical strength is not bad, it seems that his insistence on exercising in the past few years is still effective.

After dinner alone, Mrs. Holmes went back to her room. She is a considerate mummy, and she should leave time and space for the children.

At this time, the last room on the west side of the second floor.

After being tossed hard for two hours, Ronaldo had no strength in his whole body, lying on the bed like a dead body, if it wasn't for the slight ups and downs of his chest, he really thought he was not breathing.

Hearing the creaking sound of getting dressed, Ronaldo, who was still half breathed, opened his eyes slightly, and saw Cecil's bare upper body and was about to put on a shirt.

Seeing a few scratches on Cecil's white and broad back, Ronaldo thought he had scratched it, and the intense scene just now appeared in his mind, and his body, which had not yet faded from the blush and emotion, responded again.

I don't know if his gaze was too hot, causing Cecil, who was buttoning his shirt, to turn around and look at him, "Are you awake?" His voice was much lower than usual, and it was a bit hoarse when he listened carefully.

Ronaldo didn't dare to look at Cecil, turned his eyes away, and said in a low voice: "Well..." Before his words fell, a gurgling sound rang out in the quiet room, especially loudly.

"What do you want to eat?" Cecil's eyes showed a faint smile.

"Meat!" Ronaldo now felt that he could eat two cows, no problem at all.

"Wait a while." After saying that, Cecil turned and left the room.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ronaldo struggled to sit up from the bed, feeling sore all over his body, especially his lower body.No matter what kind of perverted training he faced, he had never been so powerless as he is now.As a professional football player, his physical strength should be better than that of Mr. Cecil.

But... why is Mr. Cecil's physical strength better than his?

Thinking of Cecil's ferocious look in the bathroom just now, Ronaldo only felt an electric current spread from his spine to his whole body, turning his originally weak body into a puddle of water.

However, a spasm in his stomach woke up Ronaldo from the scene of blood spurting, and he was about to starve to death.

Without making him wait any longer, Cecil came back soon.

Smelling the aroma of meat, Ronaldo immediately regained his energy, staring at the large piece of beef on the tray in Cecil's hands with green eyes.

"I want to eat meat!"

Cecil put the tray in his hand on the coffee table in front of the sofa, then walked to the bed, bent｜｜under Ronaldo's blank gaze, reached out and hugged him.

Being hugged suddenly, Ronaldo was so frightened that he instinctively reached out and hugged Cecil's neck, his expression panicked, "What are you doing..." Suddenly realizing that he was not wearing clothes, he struggled to move, "Cecil Sir, let me down."

Cecil looked down at the person in his arms, and asked calmly, "You don't want to eat meat?"

"Yes, but you have to let me get dressed first." It's too... shameful not to wear clothes... Ronaldo couldn't calm down.

"Need not."

"Ah?" Ronaldo widened his eyes in surprise, "Why not?"

"Will be off again soon."

Ronaldo: "!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Cecil calmly hugged Ronaldo who was in a mess in the wind and came to the sofa. If Ronaldo didn't have the strength to get out of bed for a while, he wouldn't let him stay in the room for dinner.You must know that he has a serious cleanliness fetish, and he can't stand the smell of food in the bedroom.However, today's situation is special, and he is in a good mood, so he can bear it for the time being.

Ronaldo quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his waist, covering an important position.

Cecil put a plate of beef in front of Ronaldo, and said softly, "Eat."

Smelling the smell of meat, Ronaldo was even more hungry, and he was not in the mood to deal with other things. He picked up the fork and ate it in big mouthfuls, temporarily forgetting about taking off his clothes soon.

Compared with Ronaldo's reincarnated appearance of a starving ghost, Cecil's meal movements are much more elegant.

After eating three pieces of beef in a row, Ronaldo felt himself alive, and he leaned on the sofa contentedly.

Seeing Ronaldo lazily leaning on the sofa like a full cat, the corners of Cecil's mouth slightly raised, "Are you full?"

Ronaldo nodded slightly: "I'm full." He doesn't want to move now.

"Take a break." Cecil took out the dishes, knives and forks, and when he came back, he saw Ronaldo lying on the sofa with his round buttocks raised high. He used it as a "bird blocker" before. The pillow, now under his arms.

Seeing this "beautiful scenery", Cecil's eyes suddenly deepened, and the dark green eyes became deeper.

After eating enough, Ronaldo felt drowsy. He didn't bother to climb into the bed to sleep, so he just lay on the sofa.

Cecil originally planned to give him some time to rest, but seeing that he was dozing off now, he didn't wake him up, so he took a thin blanket and gently covered him.

Sensing something covering him, Ronaldo opened his eyes, looked at Cecil with a dazed look, and muttered, "Mr. Cecil, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep for a while."

"Go to sleep." Cecil did not leave the room, sat down beside Ronaldo, with a pen and paper in hand, and wrote down the melody in his mind.

After writing the piece, Cecil went to the piano room next door to play it again, and he was very satisfied with the result. He named the piece "Satisfaction". The meaning of this name is self-evident.

When Cecil came back from the piano room, Ronaldo had already woken up and was in very good spirits.

I slept for an hour. Although the time was short, it was enough to restore my physical strength and spirit.

"Mr. Cecil, where have you been?" Ronaldo just woke up. Although he was in good spirits, his mind was not good. Confront Cecil without reservation.

"The piano room."

As soon as he heard the word "piano room", Ronaldo thought of those wonderful music, his eyes sparkled suddenly, "Mr. Cecil, can I go to your piano room? Can you play some piano pieces?" Listen to the sonata for me?"

While looking at Ronaldo, Cecil unbuttoned his shirt, "If you want to hear it, I can play it for you tomorrow morning."

"Can't you do it now?"

"There are more important things to do now."

Ronaldo looked puzzled, "What is it?"

"Continue with what we did before dinner."

"Ah...Mr. Cecil, we..." Before Ronaldo finished speaking, he was already pressed on the bed by Cecil.

Soon, the sound of heavy breathing, ambiguous groans, and blushing crackling sounded in the quiet room.

I don't know how long it took, Ronaldo just felt that his strength was squeezed out again, and when he was still breathing, the violent exercise finally stopped.

Cecil picked up Ronaldo, who was covered in sweat, and went to the bathroom. Because he didn't get out of Ronaldo's body, he reacted again on the way to the bathroom, and ended up tossing again in the bathroom.

After coming out of the bathroom, Ronaldo felt like his whole body was falling apart, and he couldn't even lift his fingers.

"The physical strength is too poor." Cecil's tone was a little disgusted.

Hearing this, Ronaldo almost jumped up. It's a pity that he doesn't have the strength to jump up now, so he can only express his dissatisfaction with angry eyes.

"I'm a football player, how can I be poor in physical strength."

"Then what's going on with you now?"

"It's all your fault." Ronaldo glared at Cecil angrily, "It's not you... How could I become like this..." After tonight, he deeply realized that Mr. Cecil's physical strength was too abnormal.If he wasn't a football player, he would probably be killed by him.

"Still too weak."

Ronaldo: "..."

"I didn't enjoy myself."

Ronaldo opened his mouth wide and looked at Cecil with monster eyes.

Cecil's fingers gently rubbed Ronaldo's red and swollen lips, his voice was hoarse but very sexy, "Exercise your body and increase your strength."

Ronaldo: "..."

Cecil, who tasted sex｜love for the first time, experienced the extreme pleasure｜sensation, which he had never experienced before, even in the world of music. The marrow knows the taste.

Cecil kissed Ronaldo on the forehead, with a gentle face: "Sleep."

Ronaldo's eyelids started to fight. Hearing what Cecil said, he couldn't help but yawned, "Well..."

"Good night."

"Good night." Ronaldo leaned into Cecil's arms, rubbed against his strong and warm chest, closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.

Before falling asleep, Ronaldo thought this was more tiring than playing two games.

There was one more person in his arms, and Cecil was not used to anything. Holding Ronaldo, he quickly fell asleep.After he fell asleep, the corner of his mouth curved in satisfaction.

Probably because he was too tired last night, Ronaldo didn't wake up until after ten o'clock in the morning. After waking up, his whole body was not good.

His whole body was sore, as if he had been severely run over by a rolling car.

My throat hurts too, burning hot, as if it was caused by screaming too loudly last night.

A cold palm suddenly appeared on his forehead, Ronaldo raised his eyes and looked over, "Sh..." His throat hurts as soon as he opened his mouth...

"No fever." Cecil breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a glass of water from the bedside table and handed it to Ronaldo, "Drink it."

Ronaldo took the cup, smelled the sweetness, and couldn't help wondering, honey water?

"Honey water will moisten your throat."

Hearing what Cecil said, Ronaldo raised his head and drank the honey water in one breath.Sure enough, my throat felt much more comfortable, and it didn't hurt as much as before.

"Much better, but still a little hoarse."

"Who made you yell so loud last night?"

Ronaldo stared fiercely at the culprit who made him yell, "Mr. Cecil is all your fault." After finishing speaking, there was a pitiful expression on his face, "My whole body hurts now..."

Cecil sat down by the bed and put Ronaldo in his arms.

"Mr. Cecil, what are you going to do?" Thinking that someone was going to mess around again, Ronaldo looked terrified, and if he did it again, he was really going to die.

Cecil could see what Ronaldo was thinking at a glance, and raised his hand to pat his upturned buttocks, "Don't move."

With a crisp snap, Ronaldo's face instantly turned red.The tingling|numbing sensation from his buttocks caused his body to react, and he was too scared to move.

Cecil's big hands clumsily pressed Ronaldo's limp body. Ronaldo was pressed very comfortably, and even let out a comfortable groan.

Hearing his groans, Cecil stopped his movements. Considering Ronaldo's physical condition, he suppressed the desire to move in his heart.