[Comprehensive English and American] The Queen is Coming

Sherlock was standing by the window, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a silk nightgown draped over his body, which couldn't hide his excellent figure.Holding the violin in one hand and pulling the bowstring in the other, the movements are smooth and elegant, but all the sounds are sawing wood.

Aisha's temples jumped violently, and she strode forward, snatching the violin: "Sherlock, can you get rid of the habit of torturing others when you're in a bad mood?"

Sherlock moved away from her slender neck, a few red marks were faintly hidden under the collar of the shirt, it was too obvious, and he raised an annoyed air for no reason.

The end of his eyes swept towards Charles, his eyes were obviously critical, his thin lips moved, and he finally swallowed the ugly words.

Not as tall as him.

That's all.

The man fell back, paralyzed on the Corbusier sofa, his thin waist was strangled by the T-shirt, revealing a beautiful curve, the whole person looked listless, like a big black cat in a bad mood , very wronged.

"Sherlock Holmes."

"Charles Xavier."

Aisha acted as a bridge for the introduction, seeing Sherlock's appearance, she didn't expect any good attitude from him.Familiarly, he walked around to the kitchen, boiled water and made coffee, and suddenly asked Sherlock, "Have you had breakfast?"

Drinking coffee on an empty stomach hurts the stomach, and he is the best at ruining his body. Aisha felt that in order to prevent him from dying young and continue to use that brilliant head to shine, she really had a lot of patience.

Sherlock's gray-green eyes moved, and he glanced at the man opposite him. He was still calm and unmoved, and said, "Could it be that you can do it?" completely ignoring that not long ago, he was forced to eat by Mrs. Hudson. Two slices of toast and a cheek.

Aisha's face twitched pretentiously, showing a hypocritical smile: "Haven't you eaten the sandwich I made?"

Although her tone was bad, she moved quickly. She opened the door of the refrigerator, walked around the bloody fingers in the plastic bag, and quickly picked out a few sealed ingredients.

"Sherlock, can't you not be so nasty? Put human specimens and fresh ingredients in the same refrigerator! Can't you just buy another one?"

Xavier is in a delicate mood. It seems that the relationship between his girlfriend and the long-faced monster in front of him is beyond his imagination. He is a little jealous, but from Aisha's frank attitude, he knows that there is nothing wrong with them, at least Aisha never thinks about it.

"You don't live here, and John didn't say anything." Sherlock said indifferently.

Hearing what he said, Aisha immediately rolled her eyes. John was already impatient with what he said, but you still don't want to repent. He doesn't want to say it, okay?

"John, is it Dr. Watson? His blog has ups and downs and is very attractive." Charles smiled and said, "Speaking of it, he doesn't seem to be here."

Sherlock was too lazy to answer, but Aisha would not lose face to her boyfriend, and explained: "John still has to go to the clinic to work every day."

After falling silent again, Aisha looked up at the two men in the living room who had no communication, and suddenly felt a strange embarrassment.Speeding up the speed in his hands, he put three cups of coffee and a sandwich on the tray and brought them to the living room.

"I should be returning to the United States soon..." Aisha was a little uncertain, and asked Charles with her eyes, seeing him nod, and said: "Irene Adler's information shows that the 'Paradise' organization and Gotham's There is something involved, some trouble."

Gotham, a city with a high crime rate all year round in the United States, although the crime rate has dropped significantly under the attack of Batman, the night vigilante, but the clown with high IQ and anti-social personality can't stand the faction. It's getting harder and harder to deal with.

Being connected with this city, it is really difficult to completely eradicate this organization.

Hearing this, Sherlock glanced at Aisha sharply. His gray-green eyes were like surging seas, and his emotions were unclear. He took a sip of coffee, and his lowered eyelids covered everything up.

Elsa didn't notice all of this, she put her hand in Charles' warm and thick palm, turned her head, and smiled sweetly at him.

After watching Sherlock finish the simple sandwich she made, Aisha bid farewell.Going to the room to pick up the luggage, I found that the bed was still covered by her quilt, which had not been replaced, and the quilt was wrinkled into pleats. Sherlock slept on it last night, and suddenly felt strange.Sherlock should be informal, so he doesn't mind her using it.

"Aisha?" Seeing that she hadn't come out, Charles called out.Aisha came back to her senses and replied: "Right now." Pushing the suitcase out and handing it to him, she subconsciously grabbed the doorknob and quickly closed it.

With a flash in his eyes, Sherlock stood up and said, "I'll take you down."

You, not "you".

Charles felt that it was getting harder and harder to maintain his polite smile. This Mr. Detective was impressive enough.

Sherlock made a casual gesture to the street, and a black classic car stopped in front of them. The driver got down to help move the luggage to the trunk. Charles sat in first, leaving room for them to talk.

"Take care along the way."

"Mr. Holmes, I finally heard a good word from you." Aisha stood on tiptoe and hugged him vigorously.Sherlock put his arms around her shoulders, a fresh smell came from the top of his head, and his breathing slowed down a bit, as if he had been encouraged, he kissed her smooth side face: "Be careful all the way." Then he quickly let go open her.

Aisha didn't notice that something was wrong, but watched his occasional emotional leak with some joy: "Mr. Holmes, it seems that I should be your favorite friend. Be careful that John is jealous."

The corner of Sherlock's mouth twitched, and he glanced at her helplessly: "Get in the car."

"Shall we leave right away?" The shadow of the billboard flashed past the car window, Elsa retracted her gaze, and hooked Charles' finger.

"No need." Charles hooked his fingers and pulled her to this side, Elsa followed his movements and moved towards him, looking at her with a funny face: "Aren't we close enough? Mr. Sticky. "

"You and Holmes?" There was a little inquiry in Charles' eyes. It seemed that there were too many things that he didn't know about during that trip, and he was not very satisfied with this situation.

Aisha was stunned, her eyes lost in memory, a pain appeared from the bottom of her heart, and she said: "He helped me solve some small troubles." Riddle was still a taboo in her heart, she didn't want to bring it up, and she didn't want others to advance, so she just I think he was completely forgotten in indifference.

She took the initiative to kiss the corner of Charles' mouth. She didn't want to explain the cause and effect, so she changed the subject and said, "Why did I taste sour?"

"How sour?" Charles deepened the kiss, eyes darkened.

The lips of the two were still touching, and a soft smile overflowed from the corner of Aisha's mouth: "It's already sweet now."

"Mr. Jealous, I don't like him, I only like you."

Charles was happy all of a sudden, his azure eyes sparkled like the Aegean Sea in the sun: "I like you too, baby."

"You are so beautiful." Aisha smiled and bent her eyes, only feeling satisfied with how her boyfriend looked.

"You are beautiful too."

Two people were talking nonsense meaningless words, the taxi driver was listening in front, his eyes kept rolling upwards, so he hated driving couples the most, couples were sticky and silly, and they kept sending out The sour smell of love makes people feel bad.

As soon as they reached their destination, the driver drove the taxi away quickly, rustling the fallen leaves on the ground.

"Are we so unpleasant?" Aisha frowned and asked strangely.

"It should be that we are too enviable."

Charles lifted the luggage on one side and opened the door. Elsa followed behind him, her eyes suddenly stopped.In the living room, a chess set was placed in front of a man in a sassy leather jacket. Hearing the voice, he raised his head: "You are back."

Aisha thinks it's over!

"You didn't go out?" Charles had already pulled her over, Elsa took a deep breath, reluctantly.

"Do you want the next game?" Eric made a gesture of invitation.

The two talked about placing all the pieces on the chessboard and began to play chess.Charles is also kind, he more or less guessed that even if the two were not together, they had been ambiguous.But whether he and Eric are friends or family members, he still hopes that the two can get along without embarrassment.For example, to change the current situation, Aisha's eyes wandered aimlessly, but they didn't fall on Eric.

Aisha stared at the chessboard for a while and felt bored. She liked playing chess more than watching chess.Taking out the phone, I just saw that Sherlock updated the content of the website: "Discrimination of 241 Perfumes and Application in Different Occasions"

When did he study this?

This question flashed across Aisha's mind, and she let it slip by. It just so happened that she was bored right now. After reading the whole paper, it was logically rigorous, with a complete structure. monotonous.

Then leave a message under the webpage: Mr. Holmes, you can be a perfumer instead of a detective.

She originally wanted to check Twitter, but a reply soon appeared on the comment column, still full of his style, full of intuitive sharpness: You are boring.

A period instead of a question mark, whether he should guess so accurately.

Then the two chatted with each other.Charles glanced at Elsa's fast fingers, completely immersed in the world of the mobile phone.

"Anything fun to do?"

"Sherlock recommended me a bottle of perfume, which feels pretty good."

"!"

He really can't act as a girlfriend's attribute.