Bad days as neighbors with Sherlock Holmes

Elena suddenly felt an urge to crawl all the way from the heart to her throat.

She opened her mouth and didn't know what to answer for a moment, so she just nodded indiscriminately.

"I, I won't cry," she said with a bit of tears.

Her nose was still red, but her eyes were blinking at Holmes, and she was still holding on to his sleeve.

It's not true at first glance.

Holmes looked at her and shook his head.

"It's okay, cry if you want to cry," he patted Elena's back tenderly, "It's okay, it's okay."

However, because of these words, Elena felt that there was another layer of mist in front of her eyes.

She hastily reached out to wipe away her tears and shook her head, "I won't cry anymore. Really."

Fake, she still wants to cry now.

I want to cry more than before.

"That..." came a weak voice.

The coachman scratched his head in embarrassment, and asked uncertainly, "I'll go back first, and I'll pick you up later?"

He didn't think he should be here, the situation was so weird.

Holmes nodded.

"Come over from another street later," he said, and gave the coachman a rough description of where it was.

During this period, Elena was quietly grabbing his sleeve, without saying a word.

After he finished speaking, the coachman nodded, and then Elena shook his sleeve, and couldn't wait to grab him and walk to the side path.

"I know it's the shortest time to go back here," she yelled. "Hurry up."

She was almost completely different from usual, chatting endlessly along the way.

Holmes stood by her side, half-supporting her, listening to her tolerantly, bowing his head from time to time to answer in a low voice.

The two of them cuddled up to each other and walked under the dim streetlight, casting long, intertwined shadows without distinguishing each other.

As she was talking, her mouth seemed to be dry, but Elena suddenly stopped.

She pursed her lips before asking, "Do you... like me?"

When she said this, her tone was raised, with a bit of a coquettish tone.

She couldn't help holding his arm and yawning.

Holmes froze for a moment.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" he asked.

"Because I wanted to know, so I asked," Elena said confidently, "Why don't you speak?"

Holmes was silent for a moment.

"You are drunk," said Holmes slowly. "I think-"

"I'm not drunk!" Elena shook her head unhappily, "I'm not drunk."

To prove this point, she stretched out the hand that Holmes had stuffed into her pocket before, and made a "three" in front of him, "I... I'm really not drunk. Look at my two, is the comparison standard?" standard?"

Holmes laughed and said, "Well, you are not drunk."

He reached out and carefully put Elena's hand into his coat pocket, sighed, "Be good."

Back in the warm pocket, Elena's hands warmed up again.

But her gaze was still following Holmes' eyes, constantly dangling back and forth.

"Okay," Elena said disappointedly, "I'll be good, will you like me?"

Her words made Holmes freeze.

Holmes lowered his voice, "Stop talking, Elena."

He didn't feel that today was the right time, nor did he feel that now was the right place.

Elena gave him a strange look.

"Stop talking about what?" She tugged at his sleeve in confusion, "What did I say? Do you like me? You don't like me?"

She asked a little cryingly, "Don't you like me?"

It was like hitting a straight ball, which caught Holmes a little off guard.

Seeing that Holmes didn't answer, Elena's sobs became more obvious, and she covered her face with her hands, as if she would still feel embarrassed even if she was drunk.

But he couldn't help but spread his five fingers, peeking at his reaction secretly through the fingers, and calmly pretended not to see him when he caught him.

Seeing her reaction, Holmes could not help laughing.

He shook his head, and told Elena soothingly, as if he was telling himself, "Yes, I like you."

After a pause, she stretched out her hand and pulled Elena into her arms.

He patted her on the back lightly, and said softly, "Okay, don't cry."

Elena just sniffled.

"I didn't cry!" she said unhappily, "I didn't cry."

"Well, you are not crying," said Holmes, laughing.

The two walked for a while like this, and Elena spoke again.

"I knew you liked me," she said cheerfully, "Eric was right!"

Holmes couldn't help looking at her.This incident is actually related to the Frenchman in her office?

"What did Mr. Eric say?" he asked.

"You can tell if you like me if I get you drunk!" Elena said happily, almost humming, "What he said is true! I know now!"

Her head kept twisting and rubbing against Holmes' arms, making him feel a little itchy.

Elena shook her head, feeling that she wasn't particularly dizzy.

She happily took two steps forward, walking crookedly, then turned her head and looked at Holmes who was anxious to support her.

"You said you liked me, then I...I'll discuss something with you," Elena stood a little unsteadily, and simply crouched on the ground, and tried to raise her head to look at Holmes.

Her hair was disheveled over her shoulders, her skirt was crumpled from the struggle she had just gotten into the carriage, and her posture was not very elegant, but Holmes still felt that she was shining.

It is a very unique light, regardless of appearance.

Holmes stooped.

"What do you want to discuss with me?" He asked seriously.

"Come closer," Elena said, "Closer...closer."

In the end, as if she didn't feel disgusted enough, she grabbed Holmes by the collar and pulled her towards her.

Holmes had no idea what she was about to do.For a drunk person, it is not reliable to infer her next thoughts from her words and deeds.

What's more, the distance was so close that Holmes could even feel her light breath.

He was almost absent-minded, subconsciously took a step back, but stopped because he was afraid that her center of gravity would be unstable.

This made Elena also stunned for a moment.

"I told you to be closer," she said disgustedly, then met those peaceful gray eyes, and muttered in frustration, "Okay, don't move..."

She pressed Holmes by the shoulder.

Then he aimed at the corner of Holmes' mouth, closed his eyes, and kissed him with one mouthful.

what was that like?

It is moist and soft, and Elena even took a sip. It has a woody aroma, a mellow brewed wine flavor, fruity aroma and vanilla flavor. It tastes like red wine, but mixed with the smell of tobacco .

Holmes froze.

He froze for a moment, not only did he not expect to push Elena away, but he also didn't have time to stop her movement.

And Eileen felt that she didn't dislike this smell.

She simply opened her eyes, looked at Holmes' expression with a little curiosity, and then quickly kissed both sides of his cheek.

Then she poked her head out, trying to bite his ear.

It took Holmes a moment to react, and quickly stopped Elena's next move.

He held Elena in his arms and patted her, "Don't continue."

Elena stopped struggling.

"Why?" She asked a little unhappy, "Don't hug me, it's a little hot."

"Because you are drunk, and you may wake up and regret it," said Holmes.

He reached out and rubbed Elena's hair, then took her hand, "Let's go back."

Elena hummed, "I won't regret it!"

Although she said so, she was obediently held by Holmes and followed him back.

The streets around are very quiet, and this road is a small road with few people. Except for the two, there is no one else for a while.

Elena took Holmes' hand, and sometimes she almost jumped up, and sometimes she walked slowly, as if she wanted to make up for her childhood, scurrying back and forth.

She muttered something that even Holmes couldn't understand. She mumbled vaguely, but she looked very serious.

Holmes listened carefully, as if she was speaking a language he did not know.

"Holmes," Elena held his hand tightly, "do you like me?"

She asked the sentence again.

"Well, I like you," Holmes replied somewhat helplessly.

Elena asked again, "Do you like me?"

Holmes replied again.

Elena seemed to only remember this matter, and she asked it many times.

Holmes also answered each sentence seriously.

The two held hands, and not long after they walked, Elena squatted on the ground again.

"I can't walk..." she cried, "I can't walk, Holmes."

Elena held his hand like this, and murmured, "Don't leave me behind. Don't! I won't."

She also threatened, "If you leave, I will cry! I cry very loudly!"

The voice was ferocious, and seemed to be particularly powerful.

Holmes sighed. "No."

He squatted down in front of Elena, motioning her to come up.

Elena looked at it for a long time before slowly laying down on the ground.

"Then you have to carry me well," she yawned and said dizzily, "be careful. Otherwise I will cry."

After she got drunk, she even became limp when she spoke, and even regarded crying as a magic weapon.

Holmes laughed again.

"Yes," he replied.

In this way, Holmes walked with her back for a while, and then he waited for the carriage which was hastily returning.

At that time, Elena was already sleeping heavily on his shoulder.

With the cooperation of the coachman, Holmes carefully carried Elena into the carriage, laid her body flat, and put her head on his lap, trying to make her sleep a little more comfortably.

During this period, Elena struggled to wake up a few times, but she seemed to be extremely sleepy, she couldn't resist the sleepiness, and fell down again.

Holmes stared at Elena, who was already asleep, but looked tangled and struggling, as if she was going to wake up in a second, and patted and coaxed her again and again.

He brushed aside the hair that fell on her forehead, and said softly, "Go to sleep."

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