[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

"Thank you, Mr. Holmes."

Aisha turned over and got off his lap, and then let out a low cry of pain. She looked down, and there was a large bloodstain on the white skirt.She hooked her lips in a self-deprecating manner, it was really miserable.

Sherlock looked over by the light from the dim street lamp, moved her head, which was resting uncomfortably on the hard cushion, to his shoulder, and said flatly, "Be patient."

Aisha closed her eyes, frowning unsteadily between her brows, the faint scent of chemicals and shower gel penetrated into her nose.

Jasmine Amber rushed to 221B with the medicine kit, but found that there was no one in the living room, sitting on the sofa and rubbing her fingers uneasily—when she received Sherlock's text message, she was always worried whether he was Injured, and now he has not appeared for a long time, which further verified her conjecture.

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Jasmine stood up, looked towards the direction of the stairs, and called out hesitantly: "...Sherlock."

Sherlock glanced at her, carried Aisha to his room, and put her on the bed: "The wound is in the abdomen, I'll leave it to you to deal with." He turned his head and said to Jasmine.

"Oh... good." Jasmine stroked her hair and looked towards the bed. Platinum blonde hair was scattered on the dark blue pillow, her facial features were delicate and soft, and her whole body was like a porcelain doll, so beautiful that a woman She was moved by it.

"Jasmine!" Seeing her delay in responding, Sherlock reminded her severely.

Jasmine started to move, and the medical kit quickly cut open the skirt with a scalpel. The blood had already solidified, and the wound was unusually cold.After cleaning the wound, she sewed it up tightly with a needle and thread.

"Okay." Jasmine looked up at Sherlock, waiting for his next instruction, she was used to this.

Sherlock was leaning on the closet with his arms folded. Hearing what she said, he got up and opened the closet. He randomly took a shirt from inside and handed it to Jasmine: "Wipe her body and change into clean clothes."

Amazement flashed in Jasmine's eyes, and she felt a little uncomfortable. Doesn't Sherlock have a slight obsession with cleanliness?

When everything was settled, it was already midnight.Sherlock glanced at the time on the phone and said to Jasmine, "Thank you tonight."

Jasmine smiled, and asked with some hesitation: "Who is she?"

Miss in distress, lady mutant... Soft lips and foggy glasses suddenly flashed in Sherlock's mind, and he said flatly: "A client."

"It's late, I'll take you down." Sherlock said, lifting the medical kit, and Jasmine quickly followed.

In the middle of the night, there were still a few shops open on Baker Street.Sherlock stopped a taxi and sent Jasmine to the car before reporting the address to the driver.

Back at the apartment, Sherlock checked Elsa's situation, touched her forehead with the back of his hand, and found that she didn't have a fever.The wound itself is not the most terrible, but the complications caused by inflammation are the most troublesome.

He returned to the living room and sat on his exclusive Le Corbusier sofa, with his hands pressed against his chin, his eyes were amazingly bright.

The next day, Aisha was woken up by the sunlight, and the beams of light coming in through the gaps in the curtains formed light spots on the ground.She slowly opened her eyes. The room in front of her with a simple and elegant design and a masculine style made her a little puzzled. Where is this place?

Aisha rubbed her temples with a men's shirt on her body and a well-treated wound, and a face appeared in her mind: thin and stern features, and a pair of gray-green eyes shining like stars.

Sherlock Holmes!

Suddenly realizing where she was, she sank back into the blanket, her nerves relaxed.

"Are you awake?" Sherlock knocked on the door to get her attention.

Aisha raised her head to look at him, unconsciously licked her dry lips, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Thank you for your help last night, Mr. Holmes."

"Sherlock, I'm used to people calling me Sherlock." He put the tray on the bedside table with a cup of hot milk and a sandwich on it.

Aisha changed her words politely: "Sherlock, thank you." She took a sip of milk, the temperature was just right, neither cold nor hot.

"your name?"

"Aisha Arendelle, just call me Aisha."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze from her, and became more certain of a fact - she was full of unreasonable contradictions, like an ancient person who was placed in the modern time and space. Although he tried his best to hide it, it was still revealed from his usual habits.

Chewing caused pain in the wound, Aisha tried her best to eat two sandwiches, and only drank the milk.

Sherlock took the tray away, thinking maybe it could be replaced with porridge or something.

When he returned to the room, he saw Aisha trying to get out of bed, with her toes tentatively stepping on the floor, her hands on the head of the bed trying to stand up, but suddenly her feet curled up, her body went limp, and she almost fell down.

Sherlock quickly held her by the shoulders, hugged her by the waist, and his tone suddenly became sharp: "Miss Arendelle, for the sake of the so-called shame, you still choose to come by yourself at the risk of aggravating the wound, do you think this is A sensible decision?"

Aisha saw him carry her directly into the bathroom and put her next to the toilet, feeling that her face was so hot that it was about to smoke.Since he knows, can't he take care of her face as a lady and say nothing?What about his demeanor as an English gentleman? ! !

She flushed the water, washed her hands, pursed her lips, and did a good job of psychological construction before calling softly, "Sherlock."

He opened the door, looked at her expressionlessly, and then hugged her to the sofa. There was already some medical equipment on the low cabinet next to him: "The wound on your foot should be open, reapply the medicine."

She raced against time to escape last night, and she didn't realize that she forgot to put on her shoes at all, and she didn't even feel pain at all because of her nervousness.Looking back now, I finally feel like the little mermaid danced.

As the roommate of Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, apart from being shocked by his almost god-like wisdom every day, is more and more convinced of the fact that his genius roommate is an out-and-out orphan, his IQ Emotional intelligence is as high as it is low. In his eyes, women can't even compare to the corners of the case.

Can... can... can!

Watson stood at the door of 221B, looking around at a loss, thinking that he had returned to the wrong place, or saw a fake person.If all of this is true, it's him who has discovered the big news - an elf-like girl wearing Sherlock's shirt!

He thought back to the scene he saw just now, apart from shock, of course it was also pleasing to the eye: the wide shirt looked like a skirt on the girl.The blond hair was loosely tied, and a bunch of mischievous tufts ran out of the scrunchie and hung down the side of the face.She lowered her head slightly to look at Sherlock, two slender legs stretched out from the shirt, one was draped over Sherlock's thigh, held in his hand, and one toe lightly tapped on the carpet for support.

Watson's dumbfounded appearance naturally caught Sherlock's attention. He could tell with just one glance that he was sleeping on the bed last night. It seemed that the decision not to let him come back last night was correct.Otherwise, they always complain that because of him, he can't get a girlfriend, or breaks up quickly if he has a girlfriend.

"John, can you see the flowers on the door?" said Sherlock coldly.Aisha smiled softly, and when she saw Sherlock's gaze looking over, she immediately restrained her expression, and retracted her feet that had been rubbed with ointment.

Watson walked in, smiled awkwardly, and asked, "Sherlock, who is this lady?"

"Aisha Arendelle." Aisha nodded towards him, revealing a bit of reserved indifference.

Watson rubbed the back of his head, sat next to Sherlock, and finally saw the ointment and medical kit he had neglected just now.

"John Watson, my roommate and partner, is a doctor." Sherlock introduced.

"Hello, Dr. Watson, I'm really sorry for being so rude when we first met." Elsa pointed to her inappropriate clothes, and she smiled apologetically.A problem also posed in front of her, she needed to buy some clothes again.

Watson smiled back cautiously, almost thinking that he was facing a noble and majestic Queen, and he straightened his back involuntarily.

He asked: "Miss Arendelle, are you injured?"

Aisha nodded and didn't answer much.The trust in Sherlock Holmes came from his help; but for John Watson, she couldn't trust him because of Sherlock's trust in him, although he seemed to be an upright, kind and good person.

Sherlock's eyes turned around between the two, and then stopped on Aisha's face: "I'll take you back to rest."

Aisha's expression was a bit tangled, she felt that she would be ridiculed again for making this request, and sure enough, Sherlock's eyes narrowed.She really felt that he had the ability to read people's hearts, as long as he kept his gaze for five seconds, he could understand what the other person was thinking.

She grabbed a handful of hair and sniffed it: "I really think my hair is rotten, is there a way for me to wash it?" She looked at Sherlock with wide blue eyes, as if he could do anything.

Sherlock was indeed pleased by this look, but he still couldn't help but sneer: "There should be no patient who is more tossed than you."

"That's because I believe that Mr. Holmes is omnipotent." Aisha smiled sweetly, without any kind words.

In this way, Watson watched Sherlock abandon his principles and become a shampooer.Was this the Sherlock he knew? !

In the bathroom, Sherlock kneaded the shampoo into foam and applied it to her wet hair. He massaged the scalp with his slender and powerful fingers. He didn't take the shower to rinse off the foam until his hair was completely washed, and then took a clean towel Wrap hair.Aisha didn't get any water on her body during the whole process.

Aisha looked at him in amazement: "Although you are a bit overqualified, but Sherlock, your hair washing skills are too good."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows and said suddenly: "You can trust John Watson, he is a good man."

Aisha froze for a moment, nodded, and was even more amazed at his sharpness.

"Do you have superpowers? Why do I feel that you can see through my surface and see through my inner thoughts?" Aisha felt that her thoughts were ridiculous.

"I said I'm a detective, and I'm good at observation." Sherlock took the hair dryer and began to blow her hair: "Your expression, eyes, and movements are all useful information in the eyes. I have a set of programs to analyze them." information about you."

Aisha looked at him in disbelief and curiously: "Then who am I?"

If you are really as capable as you say, then show me your skills.