[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

I have had quite a few girlfriends, even though they are not tall or handsome, but my popularity with women has always remained high.An ex of mine once told me that as long as I am willing to smile at someone, that person will fall in love with me 90.00% of the time.

I can't remember exactly how many of my previous so-called loves were agreed to because I was purely greedy for the joy of fish and water. There are very few who are really serious enough to want to get married, and now I have a vague impression of them.

But there is no doubt that they are all women.

As for men, Sherlock is the first, and probably the only one.I lived with him, confessed, kissed, and I love him, I want to marry him, no doubt, although I don't know if Sherlock's love is the same as mine.

"Is there anyone who doesn't like you? You are as cute as my teddy bear when I was a child." Even after breaking up, Sarah never really hated him-although her ex-boyfriend broke up with her only because he was 20 It took me many years to realize that I was a man-loving woman—Sarah, who was pregnant, would come to talk to me from time to time, she always smiled softly, and then told me this sentence.

Sometimes I also looked at myself in the mirror. My hobbies do not include narcissistic staring at myself in the mirror. Therefore, when I found that there were wrinkles on my forehead, I suddenly realized that I was no longer The good boy who joined the army with enthusiasm was an old military doctor who retired from the army.

Maybe 26 isn't old, but obviously, I'm not getting any younger either.

On the other hand, Sherlock, even after being separated for two years, he is still the man I remember when we first met, tall and straight, handsome, dignified and decent, his mouth that can spit out venom and talk like honey is still soft and warm, he The blue-green eyes, like the blue sea, are still cool and beautiful.God seems to take special care of him, and Sherlock's wise head is still so amazing.

"You want me." Sherlock's legs are so long that he can touch my bulging spot just by lifting his knee.

I pursed my lips, actually it doesn't feel good to be pushed like that at this moment, even if Sherlock didn't try hard.His lips are still rubbing against my neck, licking my naked skin like a small animal, I am a doctor, I can know that his licking at this level will leave a mark on the skin long time.

He is marking that I belong to him, which is not a difficult reasoning.

"I want you, of course." I stared at him provocatively, "Don't say you don't want to."

"Of course, you're right, I think you're going crazy, countless times. If you don't want to work here, dear John, you'd better take a leave of absence." His chin rested on my left shoulder, a little diaphragmatic people.

I didn't really mind, but since it was the first time, and Sherlock probably wouldn't want to take off his expensive shirt in a hospital consulting room, taking time off was obviously the only option.

The dean didn't ask me why, my performance has always been good, even if I didn't even give a reason this time, he gave me half a day off.I walked out of the clinic, and Sherlock was standing on the side of the street waiting for me just like before. When he saw me coming out, he reached out and hailed a taxi, then took my hand and dragged me up.

Along the way, none of us spoke. Although I was curious about where he had been and what he had done in the past two years, it was obviously not suitable now.

Back at 221B, Mrs. Hudson usually visits neighbors at this time, and takes Mill to see Mrs. Nat, and brings some cookies for the troubled tenants.Opening the door and walking in, we walked up the stairs one after the other.

Then, Sherlock opened the door of the living room very gentlemanly, which made me go back to the time when I stepped here for the first time. Sherlock also walked in front like this, pushed open the door, and stood there waiting for me.I pursed my lips and walked in.

The sound of the door closing was soft, followed by an overwhelming kiss.

The first reaction was that Sherlock was indeed a virgin, his kiss was out of order, and his fierce posture almost killed people.

The second reaction, he must have done his homework and planned it in advance, otherwise, who would go out with condoms and lubricants in their pockets?

"Mycroft kindly, if you want to know." Sherlock's voice sounded in my ear, with a little smile.

I rolled my eyes, well, I was tricked by the Holmes man, again.

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Watson's lips were still dry and soft, his teeth parted, it was an invitation, and Sherlock didn't hesitate at all, his tongue slipped in almost immediately.

Even though they had kissed before, it was completely different from this time.Sherlock, like a fish lacking oxygen, sucked the air in Watson's mouth vigorously. He sucked the man's smell with kisses, imprisoned him with his arms, and pressed his knees against the deadliest part of him.

"God, god..." A second before he fainted from lack of oxygen, Watson was released, and he put all his weight on Sherlock's arm.

Sherlock looked at him. This military doctor, who had always been calm and firm, was panting heavily, absorbing the few oxygen in the air. On his body, his fingers were tightly clutching the suit on Sherlock's chest, and the expensive fabric was wrinkled, but obviously the two of them didn't care.

"Where did you learn this?" Watson gritted his teeth and asked Sherlock, "I think I'm beginning to doubt where you've been for the past two years."

Sherlock obviously didn't expect Watson to think of anything else through this kiss. He twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and the man who had always acted like a pure and beautiful lover finally had the bastard look that made people gnash his teeth: "My dear!" John, I am loyal to you, there is no doubt that these are just small tricks, you have to believe in the development of the Internet."

Watson was taken aback for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "You surfed the Internet... What did you find?"

"What's in your computer, obviously those videos are enough for me to deal with a love affair," Sherlock smirked, "Although the description of the love between men is lacking, the text version of the narrative is enough. "

In other words, before Sherlock left, he had thoroughly browsed all the small movies on the good doctor's computer, and had done enough homework on how to become a gay.

Thinking of this big detective lying in front of the computer and browsing the web, Watson seemed to be poked into a strange laugh.

Sherlock didn't like Watson's smile at the moment: "You are very good at spoiling the atmosphere."

"Come on, Sherlock, talk like you know what I'm laughing at."

Sherlock really didn't understand what he was laughing at, but Sherlock liked to see Watson's smile, maybe before going to bed, this kind of atmosphere was very wrong, but Sherlock still liked it.

Sherlock had gotten used to the fact that something was wrong when this man had walked into that laboratory.

Watson felt Sherlock's gaze, and he raised his head. The good military doctor has never been afraid to meet the sharp eyes of the great detective: "What are you studying?"

Sherlock stretched out his hand, and gently touched the inner thigh of the good doctor, moving slowly, his voice was as low as a fine cello: "I'm studying you."

"Then, tell me the result, I will be surprised." Watson leaned back slightly, and fell down on the sofa naturally. Immediately afterwards, the man with sharp eyes bent his knees and straddled him, leaning over. Stare at him.

Those long, slender hands used to using the microscope were so dexterous that the good doctor couldn't even feel anything, and his trousers went away from him.

But Sherlock opened his mouth as usual: "Your eyes tell me that you are not doing well. When you came back, you glanced at the kitchen. Obviously Mrs. Hudson didn't buy us milk. You want to go to the bedroom—— By the way, I think it's the same there - you miss me all the time."

"You are very proud? I can kick you out, you bastard who just walked away, instead of letting you lie on top of me and talk nonsense." Although he has been suppressed by this man in every way, Watson still raised his eyebrows. It's just the blush on his cheeks from □ that makes his threat less effective.

Sherlock blinked, lowered his head slightly, and imprinted a kiss on Watson's face. He was still doing dirty things with his hands, but he expressed this kiss extremely purely: "My good doctor, why don't you Are you willing?"

As long as he wants, he can kill the entire Scotland Yard collectively. As long as he wants, he can coax countless men and women to fall at his feet. As long as Watson makes a slight movement, this man can spit out the sweetest honey sugar.

Watson cursed secretly, but reached out and pulled Sherlock's clothes.Sherlock's method is light and simple, with quick results, while Watson is simple and rude, but still as efficient as a soldier.They're like newbies ripping at each other's clothes and rolling around on the couch.

When Sherlock peeled off the last piece of Peanut's clothes, Watson was tearing open the condom bag with his mouth and putting it on Sherlock.

"I don't like this thing." Sherlock frowned.

Watson gave him a blank look: "Come on, it's like you used it before."

Sherlock pursed his lips. Well, he didn't use it. Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with it, it seemed embarrassing from Watson's face.

The author has something to say: I'm sorry, Lianzi has to rush to class at night, and I will come back to post pictures when I come back, and update Twitter, around ten o'clock, I hope you will come back to see me when the time comes, dear friends