sherlock cat

In the end, Sherlock didn't use the life given to him by Jenny, the bullet missed the vital point, and the doctor that Mycroft found was very capable, and pulled him back from the life and death line in time.

Doctors saved his life, but couldn't heal all his wounds at once.

He frowned tightly in his sleep, and his lips, which were always very pale in color, looked even more bloodless at this moment.

In the long silent night, the stars and the moon are silent.

Jenny stretched out her fingertips and tapped lightly on his forehead, a white light flickered slightly on her fingertips, and then fell silent again.Sherlock's furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and some blood color slowly returned to Sherlock's pale cheeks.

Mycroft and Watson had gone out, leaving the ward to the two of them.

Jenny quietly watched Sherlock's sleeping face calm down.

He always looked very good when he was asleep, his usual indifference and sharpness were all hidden, showing more warmth and softness, and the black curly hair hanging softly on his forehead added a bit of cute childishness.

In fact, he usually has some very childish behaviors. For example, when he begs her or Watson, if he is rejected, his mouth will be tightly closed like a wronged child, and his deep and beautiful gray pupils Staring at you without saying a word, staring until your heart softens and surrenders.

Regardless of his arrogant and indifferent appearance, or his childish appearance, she thinks he looks good.

Jenny sighed deeply. It was so beautiful, but it was not hers. Thinking about it, I felt very regretful.

While regretting, Jenny stretched out her hand cautiously and touched his face.Although it's not hers, it's good to touch it more.

Mr. Holmes was asleep and unresponsive, so she touched again.

It took a lot of effort to control the urge to kiss after touching it.

But anyway, he was asleep, so a kiss would not lose a piece of flesh.What's more... Besides... It's not like I haven't kissed before, and we got to know each other once, and it's right to be a parting gift.

While thinking about it, Jenny retracted the cat's neck, and leaned over again.

When his light breath blew on his face, Jenny seemed to see his eyelashes fluttering slightly, but upon closer inspection, there was nothing there.Suspecting that she was dazzled, Jenny turned her eyes back to his lips.

There was a sudden burst of uncontrollable sadness in my heart.His lips are beautiful. These two beautiful lips have kissed her many times in the past, and she has kissed him many times.But why has everything changed all of a sudden?

Her former life was but a wood in which she made trouble and mischief, thinking her wood was the whole world.Only now did she realize that this world is too big, so big that if two people are careless, they will be missed in the vast crowd.

But to miss is to miss, this mistake, she admits it.

Jenny took a deep breath, and slowly stood up straight again, without actually stealing a kiss.

Sure enough, there are surprises everywhere in Maosheng. She didn't know that there was such a beast in her heart.Fortunately, I controlled myself at the last moment, and I will not lose my life if I am not late.

Starlight and moonlight painted a picture of the blue-purple night sky, and Jenny made a picture of his image in her mind.

When she walked out of the ward alone, Jenny thought, even though he didn't use the life she gave her to repay her kindness at this time, it didn't matter, she put this life on him anyway, regardless of whether he needed it or not, She is done with repaying her kindness.

It was only when the door of the 221B apartment appeared in front of her that Jenny realized that she had walked back to Baker Street unknowingly.

It was very late at night, and the whole street was empty, only Xingyue followed her all the way.The familiar black iron gate in memory seemed silent and cold.

After a moment of hesitation, Jenny walked through the door.

Even though there was no light around, Jenny could still clearly see the familiar narrow staircase suddenly appearing in front of her eyes.Sherlock has never been willing to walk the stairs properly, he would either step up in a few strides, or run down from the top quickly.She is always the one who follows him, like a tail that can't wait to grow on him.

But human beings can't grow tails, they can grow tails only when they are animals and demons.

Jenny stood in the dark for a while, then slowly walked towards the living room on the second floor.

The door on the second floor was not closed, and Jenny saw the sofa and armchair in the center of the living room at the top of the stairs.Nothing seemed to have changed, just blinking to see Sherlock sitting on the sofa in his long blue nightgown, the moonlight shone in from behind him, climbing onto his indifferent and tight side face and the corners of his lips.

Jenny sat down on Sherlock's sofa, her legs crossed, one arm resting on the arm of the sofa, and her slender fingers tapped lightly on it.

This is Sherlock's pose.

Jenny remembered that when she first found him in Baker Street, he had sat in this position on the sofa she was sitting on now.She lost her memory at that time, and forgot all what Xiao Hei said, thinking that it was the first time she found him after leaving the forest.

It turned out that she was already very good at deceiving herself at that time.

Jenny sat on the sofa for a long time. She couldn't tell what she felt in her heart. It wasn't joy, nor strong sadness, but a feeling that couldn't be described accurately in words. It wasn't strong, but it seemed that she couldn't The mist dissipated.

If I have to say it, it's probably just a little sad.Although she didn't like the dialectical God that Tiger King said very much, but in fact, God has been very kind to her, and he gave her two chances generously.It was her own stupidity that screwed up both chances.

When a little white light appeared on the horizon, and the darkness in the room became lighter by one degree, Jenny stood up from the sofa and came to the door of Sherlock's bedroom.

Jenny felt that she was probably only as familiar with Sherlock's bedroom as she was with the treehouse she had lived in for more than 500 years.It's just that she didn't think much about her tree house after leaving the woods, but she often missed Sherlock's bedroom after leaving here.

Jenny sighed, the little demons in the forest were right, she was really ungrateful and heartless.

The curtains in the bedroom are drawn tightly, no light can come through, and Jenny doesn't need light, she knows where everything in this room is without looking.

Before her brain was entangled, her body had honestly settled on the bed, pulled the sheet, and curled herself into a ball expertly.

Such a familiar smell almost smoked out the steaming tears in her eyes.

The thoughts quickly became hazy and distant, and the brain found an excuse to comfort itself in due course: he was in the hospital and would never come back tonight.She just lay down, lay down, and got up immediately.

Before she fell asleep completely, Jenny thought again worriedly, wondering if she was breaking into a private house like this.

Xingyue and the orange street lamp accompany her into dreamland.

Dr. Watson was awakened by the slight opening and closing of a door, followed by the sound of footsteps on the stairs.

The soldier's genes were revived from the body, and Watson quickly turned over from the bed, and saw that the wall clock on the wall pointed to 45:[-].

When sneaking out of the room without a sound, Watson borrowed Sherlock's skeleton friend from the mantelpiece as a weapon.

Before the skull hit another head, Watson finally recognized the "intruder" through the hazy moonlight, and the attack stopped immediately.

"Sherlock?!" Watson exclaimed in surprise, "How could it be you? Aren't you in the hospital? Your injury..."

Sherlock had already bypassed him and walked towards his bedroom with a grim expression.

"You were wounded by a gunshot wound. How could the doctor allow you to leave the hospital? Did you sneak out by yourself?" Watson followed worriedly.

Sherlock pushed open the bedroom door without saying a word, staring fixedly at his bed.

Watson followed him to look over, and paused for a while in surprise. Watson said, "It seems that we have more than one 'intruder' tonight."

Jenny was asleep with her face buried in the pillow.It is the tired and peaceful sleep of a child who has lost his way for a long time and finally finds his home.

After Watson finished speaking, he went to look at Sherlock. His face was still a little pale, but the corners of his lips curled up into a shallow and gentle arc, and the indifference and coldness in his eyes that wished to freeze people also faded away.

Dr. Watson breathed a sigh of relief silently. He sincerely thanked Jenny for finally coming back. If she didn't come back again, Watson really didn't know what Sherlock would do to him.

He even picked Sherlock back from an abandoned building full of drug addicts just two days ago.Although Sherlock insisted that it was for the investigation-maybe part of the reason was true, but Watson believed that it was definitely not the only reason, or even the main reason.

Originally, Watson had already moved out of Baker Street, and Mary was pregnant, but Sherlock was like a rebellious child who made parents more and more worried. Watson had to move back to 221B for a temporary stay more and more frequently in recent months.Fortunately, Mary is a reasonable and good woman, tolerant and agreeable to everything, and she and Sherlock actually get on well.Dr. Watson, who was heartbroken, felt a little relieved.

It's just that the doctor's relief didn't last long, and Sherlock was shot...

This sudden unexpected situation really scared Watson a lot. Originally, he wanted to take it easy, and when Sherlock was in better condition, he advised him to go to Jenny to make peace.Now it seems that there is no reason to slow down, if Jenny doesn't come back for a day, Sherlock's condition will never get better.

While Watson was considering the need to call Jenny immediately to get her back, Mycroft took the first step.It seems that the British government agrees with him, only Jenny is Sherlock's good medicine, whether it is in the heart or in the body.

The stars and the moon are hidden, the bright light of the world is blocked by the curtains, only a little clarity leaks in through the gaps, it cannot go far, falls on the floor of the window, and cannot disturb the people who are sleeping peacefully on the bed.

Jenny was "lying down", she was a little absorbed in lying down, and when she was half asleep, she didn't know who was very considerate and sent her a heater. It was warm and easy to hug, and she fell into sleep even more.

It's just that the stove seems a little big. At first, she hugged the stove, and then it became this big stove that hugged her.It was warmer and more comfortable this way, and Jenny leaned closer to the heater without any hesitation.

She hasn't slept so peacefully for a long time. The "stove" in her arms is so warm and comfortable all night. She caressed the "stove" contentedly with her embraced hands, and accidentally slipped into a The area, soft and slippery, like the finest silk, feels a little familiar...

Jenny tried her best to open her eyes. In her blurred vision, a familiar face slowly became clear in her gradually focusing pupils.

Jenny blinked, then blinked again, and finally confirmed that there was indeed an extra person beside her pillow.

He seemed to be in a deep sleep, with long and dense eyelashes drooping down with his tightly closed eyes, some messy black curly hair lay softly on his forehead and cheeks, which she had seen countless mornings in the past, and was very familiar look like.

Jenny thought she was a very alert cat, but a big living person climbed into her bed in the middle of the night, but she didn't notice it.Probably she was too familiar with his breath, and she couldn't raise the slightest vigilance at all.Not only was he not vigilant, but he also regarded this big living person as a "stove", hugging him tightly with his hands and feet.

Jenny took a look at her bewildering position, she even had one hand under his shirt.

The ray of light coming in from the gap in the window was a bit dazzling, Jenny stabilized her mind and was about to take her hand back.But for some reason, in the end it turned into something mysterious, and touched his slippery cock again, and touched it again...

Although she has always been a very enlightened monster, although she didn't do too many things like this in the past, although this is actually not a big deal...but now is obviously not the time to be blinded by lust.

Jenny was self-critical as she withdrew her cat's claws from under his shirt with difficulty and care.

However, his shirt was too tight, and her palms could only rub against the skin around his waist.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but Jenny felt that her palm was getting hotter and hotter, or that the body under her palm was getting hotter and hotter. The temperature seemed to be contagious, and finally her whole heart became hotter somehow. piping hot.

Halfway through the retreat, seeing that victory was in sight, Jenny was about to go all out, but her body under her palm trembled suddenly, and her hand was held down.

Jenny looked up in astonishment, and saw that the person who had been in a deep sleep had woken up and was looking at her with a pair of deep eyes.

The lamp at the head of the bed was dimly lit in the dark bedroom with the curtains tightly closed, creating a hazy silhouette of him. In the silhouette were his delicate facial features and curly black hair. Under the light, it seemed to be shining golden yellow. Behind the light are those light gray eyes, filled with the gleam of clarity that leaked in through the window, looking at her silently.

Jenny was a little confused by the expression on his face.

She paused, looked at him, and then at her hand pressed under his shirt and clinging to his waist.

She twitched slightly, but couldn't pull it out.

Jenny felt that at this moment, she was the one who didn't take advantage of the situation. After all, this wasn't her bed, she was a bird occupying a dove's nest.

Jenny wanted to apologize first, but the words she uttered were: "Is your injury healed? Why are you here?"

His gray pupils moved in his eye sockets, he took her hand that was about to "escape from the sky" and turned back the same way, wrapped his thin waist around him again, and said very smoothly: "It's okay , it hurts a lot when you move.”

These words were paired with his pale face and bloodless lips, not to mention how convincing they were, and Jenny immediately didn't dare to move.

But she remembered that she obviously used spells to heal part of his injuries.Although it was in case he found out that not all of them were cured, it shouldn't still hurt like this.

She wondered sadly, could it be that her cultivation base is now so poor that she can't even handle a little skin trauma.

After lying next to him for a while, Jenny suggested in a low voice, "Then you lie down and don't move, I'll cure you with magic and it won't hurt."

After finishing her proposal, Jenny waited for a while, but did not wait for a response.

Because when she wrapped one of her hands around his waist, Sherlock also conveniently wrapped her in his arms with two arms, and the circle was very tight. Jenny's head touched his chin, and she couldn't see it. I couldn't understand the expression on his face, so I really couldn't understand what he meant by not answering at the moment.

As soon as she moved slightly, he groaned on top of her head, as if she hurt him with so much force.

Jenny didn't dare to move anymore, so she could only open her mouth and repeat, "Relax a little, and I'll help you cure it with a magic spell and it won't hurt anymore."

But he suddenly said like an unreasonable child, "Don't loosen." He really hugged her even harder in his arms.

Jenny didn't speak for a while.

She suddenly remembered that when she first found him, they had never been so close until she died.Most of the time, she jumped up and wanted to hug him, but was frightened away by his slightly cold eyes.

Even so, she was never depressed at that time, but she was not as thick-skinned as when she came back from the dead and found him for the second time, climbing the bed without any burden.

At that time, she actually felt that he was bored with her, otherwise, with her personality, how could she have been living alone in the small and damp cubicle downstairs.

In fact, she has always been afraid of annoying him.

Jenny sniffed, suddenly feeling a little sorry for her former self.

Although he had already thought clearly in his heart and decided to go back to the woods, he still couldn't be as open-minded as he imagined.

Xiao Hei once taught her that knowledge and action are one.She didn't, and she's ashamed.

Sighing, Jenny asked softly: "Holding so tightly, doesn't the wound hurt?"

He held her arm for a moment, but still didn't let go.

Jenny is not used to him being so silent and clingy today.Even when she found him for the second time, although they often had some intimate actions, most of the time it was she who took the initiative and stuck to him.He is like this now, probably because he feels more guilty towards her.

Jenny stopped talking, but the hand buried under his shirt began to feel on his skin.Jenny felt his body tremble slightly, but she didn't stop until she found the gauze-covered wound on his chest.

Jenny's palm stopped there, and after a while, Sherlock felt a warm current flowing into his chest and spreading to his limbs.

He didn't heal all his injuries before, just because he didn't want him to find out that he was back.She didn't expect that he would run out of the hospital last night. At this level, she didn't think carefully enough.

Now that the truth has been exposed, there is no need to hide it.That's fine, if he is completely cured, she can go away with peace of mind, and this kindness can be regarded as a complete repayment of merit.

"Okay, it won't hurt now." Jenny took her hand out of his shirt and pushed him, "Let go."

Sherlock relaxed a little as promised, but only a little, so that Jenny could see the expression on his face anyway.

She tilted her head back and saw Sherlock staring at her silently with his lips tightly pressed together, against his tousled curly hair, like a boy having a temper tantrum.

He looks like a cat.

Jenny looked away, and quickly recited the meditation mantra that she and Tiger King used to chant when Xiao Hei punished them for their appetites, and she finally stabilized her mind to some extent.

Sometimes her mind is not very bright, especially when she encounters things related to Sherlock, but she also roughly guessed at this time that Sherlock's expression like this is most likely intentional.

There are some things that need to be discussed when they should be discussed. Procrastination is really not the style of their monsters.

Although it seems inappropriate to hug and talk on the bed like this, she has never been the kind of person who pursues form, and fortunately, hugging does not affect her speech.Then let's talk.

Jenny moved slightly in his arms, trying to find a suitable beginning.She once saw Stark’s homework tutoring the little spider’s writing class in Fulian. Stark said that to write an article well, the beginning is very important. It’s like setting the tone for music. The whole score can be smooth.Only when the head of the article is well-opened can it attract people to read it in depth.

Although she didn't want to make a fuss, she hoped to have a good talk with Sherlock.Moreover, it might not be the last time they talked, so of course we have to be cautious.

Jenny considered and considered, but still didn't know how to start.

While hesitating, she suddenly heard Sherlock say above her head, "You're going back."

What he said was an affirmative sentence, and his deep voice seemed to have some imperceptible hoarseness.

Jenny froze for a moment, then nodded.

Yes, she decided to go back.In fact, she should have gone back a long time ago. She had been dragging her feet and refused to leave, and even followed Stark from England to the United States. Thinking about it carefully, she was just unwilling and delusional.But fantasy is called fantasy because it is a beautiful imagination of things that cannot be realized.That being the case, it is good to let it stay in the imagination and continue to maintain the beauty.

It was not easy for her to come to the human world. Although she was somewhat reluctant when she went to the Avengers with Stark at first, she got along well with everyone and opened her eyes a lot.These were enough for her to chat with many little monsters when she returned to the woods.

It's just that Jenny was a little regretful that she couldn't take Sherlock to see the fireflies, and she couldn't share her secret tree house with him.

But now she has realized that it is impossible for a person to live without regrets.Human beings only have a lifespan of a few decades, and they have many regrets. If they live for thousands of years, there must be only a few more regrets to appreciate.Habits are a good thing. Life is a reciprocation between regrets and regrets that are about to be encountered. Regrets and regrets, and finally get used to it.

When she was in the woods before, Jenny often saw Xiao Hei's lonely cat lying on the thatched roof and looking at the stars, with a very lonely and ethereal expression.She didn't understand it before, but now she seems to understand something.But Xiao Hei also has his own regrets.

An old monster as powerful as Xiao Hei has regrets about being unfair, so why is she so hard-pressed for a little cat monster whose cultivation is superficial but barely enough to be an adult?

No more.

After a while of silence, Sherlock suddenly said, "What if I don't agree?"

Jenny didn't react for a while, why didn't she agree?Don't agree to let her go back?Why didn't he agree?Besides, can he beat her?

I have a question in my head.

Sherlock said, "I can't beat you."

Jenny thought, then how do you stop me?

Sherlock didn't continue to talk to her this time, he slightly propped up his upper body, and stared at her with burning eyes.

Outside the curtains, the daylight was brighter, and the line of clarity that leaked in through the cracks of the curtains seemed to have moved half an inch on the floor.

Jenny still maintained the posture of being held in his arms by his arms, but when he raised her body half upright suddenly, she seemed to be pressed under him.

Seeing his eyes staring at her as quietly as a deep pool, even if she didn't pay attention to form, Jenny vaguely felt that the atmosphere of this conversation seemed to be a bit off.

Her cat's head, slumped on the pillow, arched back vigorously, and before she could achieve anything, Sherlock's lips had already chased after her.

Jenny wasn't sure if she screamed when she suddenly touched the familiar coolness. It would be too shameful if it wasn't a scream but a nostalgic exclamation.

What's even more embarrassing is that she didn't even think to push him away.Although she healed his wound, but the bullet hit his chest, he must have bled a lot, and he couldn't mend it for a while, and he must be very weak. It would be easy for her to push him away.

Well, why is weakness still able to kiss so fiercely.

Jenny couldn't help doubting her own speculation, and when she was holding her just now, she looked very strong.

When her brain resumed functioning, Jenny found that the postures of the two had reversed at some point, and Sherlock was "weak and helpless" under her.

His curly black hair was tumbled to make it more messy, and his hands were pressed by her, and his lips, which were always lacking in blood, looked bright and even slightly swollen at this moment.

No matter how you look at it, you look like you were bullied by her and couldn't resist.

Jenny was confused and ashamed.

After a good in-depth exchange, how did it become like this?

She didn't remember that she rolled him under Hao Fang just now, as if he was pushed up by a force...

Jenny pressed against him, becoming more confused.

Sherlock didn't look surprised at all, except for a little shortness of breath, his face looked calm.

He was like a child snatching back his toy, with bright flashes in his pupils, watching her make a conclusion: "You can't bear to part with me."

Jenny, whose disguise was exposed, suddenly felt moist.

He was just too cunning, too bad.

The overwhelming sunlight outside the window covers all the land under the sky without any obstruction.

Jenny got up from him, put her hand over her eyes, and said, "Sherlock, you can't do this."

She had clearly made up her mind, she persuaded herself well, she felt that she could go back to her previous life without him, hadn't she already spent more than 300 mornings and nights without him alone?

This decision was difficult. The 300+ mornings and nights without him are also hard.

Difficult now and in the future.

But Jenny thought she could do it.

He couldn't run over to tear down her platform at this time, especially when he knew that the platform she built was extremely weak when facing him.

He was the one who let her go a year ago. Jenny was not smart, but she vaguely knew in her heart that he might have his own reasons for driving her away suddenly.

He also said that those injections that could restrain his strength were researched by him. When he told her this, she was very sad, but she still persuaded herself in her heart that he must have his own reasons.Even if he doesn't like her very much, he will never hurt her.

She had waited for his explanation when she was locked in the white box hut, but she waited for a long time and he didn't come.

Thinking back carefully, it seemed that every time she was sincerely waiting for him to come, he never came.

He let her go without telling her why, and now he allows her to come back without telling her why.

She didn't really want to know anymore.

The author has something to say: Mr. Holmes who tried hard to sell his beauty and Jenny the cat who tried hard to refuse.

Looking at Xia Xia's beauty, can't you forgive him?

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