sherlock holmes brother

He just pulled Watson away, but this time, Watson saw the detective staring at the angle between a glass wall and the glass wall in a daze.

"John, let's go." Sherlock turned up his collar, keeping the discovery just now in his heart, a small round hole left traces of being cut, and then the knot made of thin steel wire, as far as he knew, There are only a few people who can tie that kind of knot, and their last name is without exception... Sherlock Holmes.

The author has something to say: [Note 1] Freak, Freak, Donovan often calls it Curly Fu, Watson doesn’t use this word, you all know it 23333333

[Note 2] yard, 1 yard is 0.9144 meters

☆, 20. Professor Fitzwilliam's Panic (Catching Bugs) (Catching Bugs)

"Wilton, why haven't you seen your fiancée recently? Speaking of which, when are you going to get married?" Wilton sat in the coffee shop, looking at Professor Fitzwilliam who came uninvited in front of him, his face With a friendly smile, besides a thick book, there is a stack of newspapers in his hand. Looking carefully, it seems that there are a few letters rolled inside.

"Mary has recently become obsessed with the history of ancient Egypt," Wilton made a casual gesture. Since the other party had made up his mind to play dumb, he had nothing to say. "You know, women always have such and such ideas."

The mention of ancient Egyptian history obviously excited Professor Fitzwilliam, and it was impossible to hide his emotions at such a close distance.It's just that there was some worry on his face, "Arthur, that's Professor Michael, oh, I think you remember him." After getting Wilton's nod, Professor Fitzwilliam continued, "Go up It didn't take long after he was taken away by the detective of Scotland Yard to prove that it was a misunderstanding. I went to see him a few days ago. Although he was a little tired, he was still in good spirits. It's just..." Fitzwilliam The professor paused, "We haven't been in touch since then. I have always had a good relationship with him, and so has my mother..." He seemed to have suddenly realized that he had said something that he shouldn't have said. Laughing in embarrassment, "Anyway, I'm worried about him."

Wilton violated social etiquette, approached Professor Fitzwilliam somewhat abruptly, took a deep breath, excited, nervous, happy...but no regrets.

"W...Wilton?" The sudden closeness made him feel a little uncomfortable, and then a certain momentum from Wilton made him keep still unconsciously.But it was only for a short time, and he immediately realized that when he saw Wilton still looking at him gently and politely, Professor Fitzwilliam was a little dazed, "What's wrong?"

"You have a leaf here." Wilton shook the leaf he found from nowhere, as if it was real.

"Thank you." Professor Fitzwilliam heaved a sigh of relief, and then he unrolled the newspaper in front of Wilton, and saw the letters clearly.Suddenly, "Huh?" Professor Fitzwilliam suddenly showed a surprised expression, "Arthur wrote me a letter, oh, it was a few years ago when he wrote to me last time." He opened it with some nostalgia , and then his face gradually became dignified.

"Are you okay?" The expression on Wilton's face was still standard gentle, but he was extremely impatient in his heart. The expression of the person opposite him was completely different from the emotions he exuded, especially his reaction now. , made it clear that he wanted to pull himself to bear witness.Looking at this person and thinking about his boyfriend, Wilton felt that his luck was good for the first time, at least he met someone who was really not that boring, right?

"Let's have a look." Professor Fitzwilliam turned pale, and handed a letter to Wilton, who took it and scanned it bluntly, so that he was full of guilt after being lost, and finally endured the letter. Poor wretch who can't help but confess to his dear friend with the condemnation of his heart, and then decides to take his own life!

"Are you sure this is him? I've also heard about the Westfield Cemetery. Maybe he was coerced? Or he was also in danger?" At this time, Professor Polk, who has always followed the gentleman's etiquette, must be It should be "kind persuasion".

Sure enough, Professor Fitzwilliam's expression slowed down, but his taste began to show anger. "You're right, so what should I do?" He said he didn't know, but his hand had already pointed to the phone.

"Maybe you should call Scotland Yard." Wilton pushed the boat along. Since the other party wanted it, he didn't mind getting involved. Maybe there would be some unexpected gains. He didn't forget that the last time his boyfriend came He should have met Professor Fitzwilliam when he was in Buzz.That man was not a wanderer, and Professor Fitzwilliam's failure to recognize him proved that they hadn't made an appointment.

"Encounters" can be divided into many situations, and Wilton never felt that his boyfriend would want to plot something from Professor Fitzwilliam.Then the purpose of his boyfriend appearing in Buzz is interesting, or the purpose of the person behind his boyfriend, who is it, and why...

Wilton, who was thinking all the way, followed Professor Fitzwilliam to Scotland Yard. After a simple communication, a black police officer came out and extended his hand to them, "Hello, I am Officer Donovan."

"Seas Fitzwilliam, this is my friend Wilton Polk," Professor Fitzwilliam said with a worried face, "My friend wrote me a letter, and the letter contained some terrible things... "He acted like a guy who was really worried about his friends.

"Come with me, please." Donovan didn't show much extra, she led them to knock on the door of a room, and then made a gesture of please.Wilton politely thanked him habitually. From a certain angle, the familiar silhouette made the black police officer narrow his eyes.

When the two passed by, Wilton smelled defensiveness, disgust, and doubts. Such emotions seemed unreasonable, after all, they were just meeting for the first time and they were the informants.But when he saw Sherlock in the room, he knew the reason why the other party behaved like this. To be honest, there are very few ordinary people who can stay in the same room with Sherlock without going crazy. From this point of view, Watson is definitely an outlier. .

Professor Fitzwilliam obviously didn't expect to see Sherlock here, especially because he still had a deep impression of their conversation one day. "Why are you here?" It's you, not you, Wilton saw Watson's eyebrows raised in doubt at first, and then lost after suddenly realizing.Should it be said that his second brother has good eyesight?In fact, Watson is not so dull.

"They are important witnesses in my case. Now, what's the matter with you?" Lestrade's attitude was not very good. First, he was notified to go to an abandoned factory, then he made countless phone calls to conceal the news, and now he is Sherlock stays strong in his office without explaining anything!If Fitzwilliam hadn't turned up as Sherlock had said, he wouldn't have let them stay here.

A trace of resentment flashed across quickly, and Professor Fitzwilliam was on the verge of breaking out. "Inspector, I received this." He took out the letter and handed it to Lestrade. I'm sorry, even..." Professor Fitzwilliam closed his eyes, "Including my mother, he hates her, I thought he didn't care, after all, so many years have passed..." His voice lowered, as if remembering Something I don't want to mention.

"For example, are you actually brothers?" Sherlock's voice cut in suddenly, and Professor Fitzwilliam's eyes widened. "I told you last time that you don't have a picture of your mother in your home, not only your mother's, but you don't have a single picture of your family at home; the layout of your study shows that the person who arranged it is a perfectionist, and you happen to No; and one last point, perhaps unbeknownst to you, that your mother left us a clue...Roman."

If Professor Fitzwilliam was just surprised just now, he is now panicked, but this panic did not last long, and when he spoke again, he acted as if he hadn't heard Sherlock just now, "My mother Originally gave birth to a pair of twins, fraternal,” he emphasized, “Our biological father was an irresponsible person, he abandoned us and left very early. My mother had a difficult life alone until our three-year-old At that time, she really couldn't hold on anymore..." Professor Fitzwilliam seemed to be at a loss for words at this point.

"We understand that no mother can do better in her situation." Whether it's expression or tone, Wilton is perfectly suitable for comfort.Sherlock looked at Lestrade and Watson's recognition of Wilton, and couldn't help but roll his eyes. It's enough, Wilton's set has been around for so many years and so many people still believe it!

Professor Fitzwilliam was encouraged, "My mother finally sent my brother, that is, Arthur Michael away. As for the location, I don't know. Later, my mother met my stepfather, and then my stepfather also passed away. Arthur's appearance was an accident, after all, we were only three years old when we separated. Mother talked to him once, but they never saw each other again. I don't know what happened between them, but mother Arthur cried a lot when he died, and so did I."

"When did you meet each other? After all, tidying up a study is not a day or two." Watson unexpectedly spoke. From the conversation between Fitzwilliam and Sherlock, he understood that they seemed to be alone. I've seen it, the feeling of being left behind doesn't make him feel so good.

"We have known each other since Arthur came back a few years ago, after all, he is my brother," said Professor Fitzwilliam rubbing his temples wearily, "I know Arthur has some complaints about his mother, but I I don't know he was so angry that..." He couldn't continue, Michael wrote clearly in the letter that he went back to find Mrs. Jones, but Mrs. Jones did not agree to recognize him.His resentment started to explode after his mother's death, and then it got out of hand.

"Written with the right hand." Here Professor Fitzwilliam finished everything with a very emotional voice, while Sherlock's voice over there was still as quiet as a piece of ice. "Is your brother right-handed?" He asked casually.

"Yeah, although I don't remember clearly, Arthur also told me many times that I always forget that he is used to using his right hand when I sit down." Professor Fitzwilliam's face was full of remorse, but his eyes looked at him. to Wilton.

"No wonder," Wilton very cooperatively made a look of sudden realization, "When I took my fiancee to visit your house last time, I noticed that Professor Michael was a little awkward drinking tea. It seems that it is because of your The reason why I sat on his right at the time." Although I don't know what Sherlock found out, whether it's helping or hindering, Wilton always doesn't intend to be the background board.

"Fiancee?" Sherlock's focus was obviously different.

"Fiancee, the kind of fiancee that my elder brother knows." Wilton smiled slightly. Of course, he secretly changed the concept. For example, Mycroft only knew a name, or that name even had a wrong gender.

"Tch—" Mentioning Mycroft Sherlock subconsciously wanted to ridicule something, Watson took the letter over, "So this letter was not written by your brother." After staying with Holmes for a long time, it was natural I know that many things are best cut first and played later.

"What?" Lestrade and Fitzwilliam asked simultaneously.

"Your brother is left-handed, and..." Sherlock's lips twitched upwards, "You don't have to worry, he's fine now, and if you want to see him, he's next door."

☆, whining twins

"Oh," Professor Fitzwilliam answered bravely, "It's great to hear that he's fine, but I don't want to meet you." He made a regretful look, "Although I don't know Arthur Is it true what he said in the letter, but I'm afraid the last thing he wants to see now is me."

"As you like," Sherlock looked straight at him, "it's just that you can't leave now, and it doesn't feel good not to have killed your brother, right, because you'll never have another chance."

"What are you talking about?!" Professor Fitzwilliam responded with endless anger, "I didn't do anything, according to what you said, if Arthur was framed, then you should find the real murderer .”

"We found him in the basement of an abandoned factory building," Sherlock interrupted his explanation, "white wooden doors, she-wolf suckling babies, glass walls, linen and tranquilizers." When he said "glass walls" Glancing at Wilton, the latter returned an innocent look.

"What does this have to do with me?" Professor Fitzwilliam was equally impatient.

"The she-wolf baby, as you know, is the symbol of the city of Rome. In mythology, the banished princess and the god of war gave birth to a pair of twins, and then the usurped king abandoned them by the river, and the she-wolf fed them. When they grew up, the brothers overthrew the usurper king and restored the throne." Sherlock focused on Professor Fitzwilliam, and Wilton's affairs can be put back later, "This is not the story In the end, the two brothers built a new city, fought for the right to name it, and finally one killed the other, and the city was also named 'Rome', and the she-wolf suckling baby became its city emblem."

"What are you implying?" Professor Fitzwilliam narrowed his eyes.

"Mrs. Jones has had the notch on the desk for a while. At first I thought she was implying that you were brothers, but then when I saw the decoration on the wooden door I realized it was more than that. One killed the other, you Faced with a choice. Your mother chose you back then, but she died, and now the choice between you has started again." Sherlock did not pause for a moment, "Biological neural reflex, you said that you were studying the choice when the neural reflex was established. , then what is your conclusion, survival of the fittest? Those who survive are chosen by your mother."

"You're probably a little crazy," Professor Fitzwilliam didn't answer, but turned to Lestrade, "Inspector, I'm sorry to take up your time, I want to leave."

"Sorry you can't leave." Lestrade found the status. "You are charged with murder."

"Murder who?" Professor Fitzwilliam laughed. "What evidence do you have?"

"Your brother, after you failed to murder, told us everything," yes, everything, except that they are brothers, but Lestrade can understand this too-the pain of not being acknowledged by the mother and being hurt by the brother The tragedy of near-murder is something that no normal person would want to mention, "If you want, you can go to the next door to confront him right now."

Professor Fitzwilliam acted a little arrogantly, "No need, my mother has made a choice long ago, and I am her most proud son." He still did not back down, what can be done by a single person, all the evidence is taken by him It was almost destroyed, and he wasn't afraid at all.

Lestrade called someone in to take Professor Fitzwilliam away. In fact, the other party's idea was correct in a sense, even though Michael was actually left-handed instead of right-handed, and the traces left by the murderer were all right-handed , They also have no direct evidence to prove that Professor Fitzwilliam is directly related to these murders.

"What about the things, where did you put them?" Before Lestraite could ask Sherlock what to do next, Sherlock walked up to Wilton and stretched out his hand without any intention of hiding it.

"What? I don't have anything." Wilton spread his hands to show his innocence.

"Although I don't know why you were targeted by him, it's obvious that he arrested you and let you go, and self-righteously thinking that you won't recognize his identity is his biggest failure," Sherlock's voice was not loud, But the content is shocking enough, "Don't tell me you didn't bring anything when you left." The tone is completely affirmative.

Wilton smiled. "I thought I was just a professor..." he said slowly.

"Your 'fiancée' belongs to you alone. Now, I want proof." Sherlock made the promise cleanly, although he was really interested in Wilton's 'fiancée', especially when he heard By the time Mycroft knew each other too, it wouldn't hurt if a small concession allowed Wilton to hand over things quickly and neatly.Sherlock didn't care who Wilton was with, as long as it didn't kill his little brother.Having said that, if Wilton really let someone threaten his life, Sherlock would definitely laugh at him in his next life.

"Deal." Wilton seemed to have completed a deal he was extremely satisfied with, and a small key appeared in his palm, "Fingerprints, hair, I didn't do any testing, but there are a few pieces of rope that I think you will be very happy with." interested."

Watson and Lestrade watched the bargaining between the two Holmes almost dumbfounded. For the first time, they felt that Wilton also looked like a Holmes in their hearts.However, such thoughts quickly dissipated in Wilton's following sentence, "If possible, can you let me meet that Professor Michael, I still have some questions to ask him about my fiancée."

"So there is really a 'fiancée'?" Watson couldn't help interjecting. Among all the people present, he and Sherlock knew best that this so-called "fiancée" was an excuse to get close to Michael in the first place.

"Of course, I have always been an obedient brother. Since my brother said that I would have a fiancée, then I will have one." Wilton smiled very gently, but this kind of smile made Watson talk about "Dangerous" for the first time. "The nerve was touched.

Sherlock took half a step forward, and seemingly made Watson behind him, "Yes, I want to be there." Maybe it was because everything went too smoothly. Although there were some twists and turns, the whole case basically There was nothing unclear about it, and Sherlock had a faint feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.Rarely, he decided to let Wilton intervene in his case, and his little brother's ability was quite good at certain times.

"It doesn't comply with the regulations..." Lestrade hadn't finished speaking when he saw two pairs of light-colored eyes staring straight at him, the difference was that one pair held willful persistence, and the other pair...God Ah, how could he feel that there is no temperature in there at all.

"I think there is always a way." This feeling was only for a moment, and Wilton's eyes later showed consideration, "As one of the little princess' knights, her king..."

"Okay." Another person would never know what Wilton was talking about, but as Mycroft's cohabitant, Ray, who hadn't planned to let Sherlock know that he was with his greatest enemy, Straight understood almost at the same time as Wilton spoke, the little princess or the king, he shouldn't know that damned Mycroft, look at his two brothers, neither of them is cheap lamp!

Sherlock rarely stared at Wilton and Lestrade in confusion, the feeling of being invaded made him very uncomfortable, "You have..."

"I want to see him now. I have an appointment with Mommy tomorrow." Apart from your enemies, the people who know you best are your relatives, especially in Sherlock Holmes's house. They usually have both, and Wilton doesn't want to Let Sherlock know his big brother's new emotional life like this, at least not from him, "I believe Mommy will be very happy to know some 'new news'." behind Locke.

"The henchman of the evil empire of the great devil? Take care of your claws, don't touch what you shouldn't!" Sherlock knew that Wilton was referring to Watson. He thought helplessly of his younger brother's "ability" and understood that this was a threat. He didn't go into the relationship between Wilton and Lestrade, and Wilton wouldn't expose Watson to Mummy.Although he believed that Mommy would have her own channel, the news brought by his brother was fundamentally different from the news delivered by others. To some extent, it meant that the family would need to be involved in the future.

"I'm a man of faith," Wilton's expression remained unchanged, and even though Sherlock shortened the distance between them due to his increased aura, he didn't intend to back down at all, "Doctor Watson, what do you mean?" no?"

Watson, who was inexplicably drawn into the war between brothers, was innocent. In fact, he was more confused than Lestrade about what the brothers were playing.But this didn't affect him to act as a lubricant between them, anyway, it wouldn't be more difficult than between Mycroft and Sherlock. "He's just worried about the lady, Sherlock, be nice."

At such a close distance, Wilton smelled the joy and satisfaction secreted by his second brother because of the doctor's approach, and the corners of his mouth widened. Only then will you discover that many things cannot happen if you pretend that they are not there.

Lestrade took the key brought by Wilton and went directly to collect the evidence. Sherlock and Watson went to the next door with Wilton. Michael, who still looked very ugly, stayed there. Seeing these people When he came in, he blushed a little because of his excitement, "Is Seth okay? I heard...ahem..." Because of his excitement, he choked on his saliva and coughed violently.

"Professor Fitzwilliam is very good. Although you don't blame him, there is always a price to pay for doing something wrong." Wilton patted Michael on the shoulder lightly, and sat down almost close to him, " Why didn't you tell us that you are actually brothers? Professor Fitzwilliam likes your brother very much." Misleading, in the conversation just now, Wilton noticed the unequal information between the two parties, and almost lost his life, Michael said Everything except that they are brothers, but hides their true relationship.

What is concealed is often purposeful, and Wilton picks out the issues most likely to trigger Michael's emotions.

"Sass told you?" Michael's face was full of surprise, but Wilton understood that he was just happy, "I thought he wouldn't admit my brother..." The expression on his face turned into a lonely one, even though His smell hasn't changed at all.

"After all, you are biological brothers, God has the final say." Wilton still smiled. Since his dear boyfriend "ran into" Professor Fitzwilliam last time, the person behind him is most likely to be Professor Fitzwilliam has connections.Speaking of relationships, who knows Professor Fitzwilliam's network better than Michael?That's why Wilton decided to be patient and intervene in Sherlock's case rarely.

He was about to catch you, he thought of the amorous expression on "Mary"'s pale face at certain times, and sure enough, the prey he caught was the most delicious.

☆、Dear Moriarty

"My memory has always been very good," Michael's voice was a little dry, "I remember I used to have a lovely family, with a mother and a younger brother. But one day, it seemed that everything was gone, and my mother said to me that she would buy some Things, let me wait for her at the supermarket gate, but she never came back." Unlike Fitzwilliam's "send away", the truth in Michael's mouth is even more tragic, "I don't blame her, although she cheated Me. Then I was sent to an orphanage, and then I was lucky enough to be adopted by my adoptive parents. It’s just that God never cared for me. My adoptive parents passed away a few years ago, and that’s when I started thinking To find the biological mother."

Wilton's eyes never left Michael's face, he even took out a handkerchief from his pocket, "Children will always be extra tolerant towards the person who gave them life."

"Yes, I found her, even though she had changed her last name. I excitedly wanted her to recognize me, oh, of course, you know, I was already an archaeologist by then, whether it was my Career or the inheritance left to me by my adoptive parents, both of which can ensure that I live a comfortable life. It can be said that I don’t need anything from her.” Speaking of this, Michael tightly pinched the handkerchief, “But she Denied me, whether it was begging or crying, she never agreed to my request from the beginning to the end, she always said that she had already made a choice, since she didn't raise me, she didn't need me to pay anything, but I am her son, That's my only relative, I just need her approval!" Michael's voice was hoarse, almost out of control.

"It's okay, everything is over." With the help of comfort, Wilton approached Michael again, the smell faithfully reflected everything about the master, he straightened up, the expression on his face was still very gentle.

"Yeah, but I still have Sass, and my brother recognized me, and we've exchanged keys to each other's houses since then, whether it's me going to his place or him going to mine, we're like real family. Watson nodded, understanding that this is why Professor Fitzwilliam's study is so neat. Compared with Professor Michael's office, it is basically the same style. "It's just that I never thought it would turn out like this...Susan...Julia...Oh, my God!" he cried, and Watson's eyes were already sympathetic.

Wilton stood up and straightened his collar slowly, "One last question, have you met my fiancée before?"

"You mean that lady?" Michael was stunned for a moment, but he quickly replied, "I've never seen her before, although she is a bit too quiet, but silence can give birth to wisdom, I think you are lucky man."

One sentence awakened the dreamer, and Wilton suddenly noticed that his boyfriend had never opened his mouth when facing Michael, but he did not have so many restrictions on Professor Fitzwilliam. What does this mean? ?The person his "Mary" knew was Michael, and the other person recognized his voice but didn't know him.

But this information was enough for Wilton. He looked at his second brother thoughtfully, and knew it was time to add fire, "I remember that in the ancient Egyptian punishment, cutting off the tongue represented Punish the traitor?"

"Yes, I hope those innocent people will find peace." Michael drew a cross on his chest with a very pious voice.

"Anger, hatred and persistent excitement, Sherlock, your guess is right." Wilton said nonchalantly.

"That's not speculation, that's deduction, and deduction is..." Sherlock's face tightened.

"Yes, yes, you can tell from a button whether you went home last night or not. I was home yesterday, alone." Wilton interrupted him, and then turned to look at Michael who was interrupted by their conversation. , "Let me introduce you again, Sherlock Holmes, my brother."

"Isn't your surname Polk?" After blurting out this question, Michael felt stupid. It's just a surname. It's more likely that the two brothers don't have the same surname. Isn't he and Fitzwilliam the same?

"We are not Romulus and Lemu [Note 1], we are Hades and Poseidon [Note 2]." Wilton's pointing is very clear, such things as cannibalism will not happen to them between.

"I thought Zeus was the youngest." The most famous three brothers in ancient Greek mythology, Hades is the elder of Pluto, Poseidon is the second, and is the emperor of the sea. Zeus has the greatest power, but he is the youngest of a son.The meaning of Sherlock was also very clear. He satirized the mistake of Wilton's metaphor. According to the analogy just now, among the three brothers, Mycroft would be Zeus.

Although "King of the Gods" and being in charge of rewards and punishments were indeed in line with the job of the Great Demon King, the age was really not right.

"According to the age of birth, yes, but please don't forget that we were all 'saved' by Zeus. [Note 3]" Wilton blinked mischievously, "And your Affitri Intuit [Note 4], I'm afraid I'm still a fairy in the sea now, I hope you can find your dolphin, you say yes, Doctor Watson." The conversation changed, and Wilton brought the topic to Watson.

"What?" Watson heard that one head was two big. For God's sake, he studied medicine, not literature or philosophy. Ancient Greek mythology was familiar to him except for some names. I'm afraid there will be nothing else, and he has no idea who that "Amphitrite" is.

"Don't stretch your claws too far." Watson didn't understand, but it didn't mean Sherlock didn't understand. The relationship between him and Watson was their own business. Even if the other party was Wilton, don't even think about getting involved.

"Of course, my brother." Saluting gracefully, leaving behind Michael, who had been disrupted by this series of changes, Wilton finally added, "As a cautious murderer who never misses, why Didn't your brother cut out your tongue when he was about to kill you?"

Returning to Baker Street in a good mood, Wilton directly pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket, "See you at the old White Queen Hotel." Without a signature or address, MI[-] agents will never know them The reason for "unclear" recipient's name and address is not because of the angle at all, but because Wilton didn't write it at all!

In the same familiar room, Wilton not only prepared some brandy this time, he even put a rose on the small round table by the window, the veil was blown by the occasional wind, and the whole room was refreshed A hint of romance.

With a short but powerful knock, Wilton opened the door to let his boyfriend in. Even though the other party was still dressed as a lady, Wilton pointed to the bathroom first, "It's easy, there are only two of us." It wasn't an orderly tone, but it was full of ambiguity.

Moriarty smiled seductively, and he kissed his boyfriend lightly, "Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome, anyway, it will take a while..." The unfinished words hinted at the invitation.

"It's not the time yet." Having said that, Wilton patted his boyfriend's buttocks ambiguously. After experiencing the conflict between Fitzwilliam and Michael, Moriarty's consistency in the outside and the inside made it obvious. Wilton is extremely comfortable, think about it, the smell of those hormones is always with you when you get close, which is why Wilton never thought of maintaining a relatively stable relationship before Moriarty—— No matter who wants to face the closest person, he will feel uncomfortable in front of himself and behind his back. There are still too few people who really think about what they do on the surface. Of course, those who meet Wilton's taste are even more not enough.

Moriarty nodded, turned around and walked into the bathroom. Wilton unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt, revealing half of his chest. He noticed that he felt much more relaxed when he was with this boyfriend, after all Not everyone can accept the vastly different attitudes of Wilton's predecessors, especially on many issues, he disagrees with most people.

Just like his second brother's doctor, if Wilton met such a person, it would be fine if they didn't meet each other. Once they approached destruction, it would be the only possibility between them. Such a boring person, entangled in such boring things, It's okay to be a family member, but to be a lover... Who makes his second brother like it.

Thinking in this way, Wilton's natural temperament showed a bit of evil laziness. When Moriarty walked out of the bathroom, he saw his boyfriend half leaning on the sofa in an absolutely masculine|seductive|attractive posture. The occasional nudity|exposed muscle ups and downs made him excited, and the tension between conquering and being conquered even made him feel more interesting than the things he went back to deal with in the past few days. .

"My dear, do you miss me?" Moriarty has always been loyal to his desire | desire, he directly