Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

As soon as Sherlock said this, the atmosphere showed an even more strange tranquility.

"You have a good idea." Dalyan was stunned for a while, then a soulless smile appeared on her face, as if she was about to close the door.

Hmph, goodbye dog man!

Without suspense, the door slammed shut.

But obviously, the drowsiness that had been rushing to my heart before has completely disappeared at this moment.In other words, Darian is insanely psyched right now.

Sleepiness is something that cannot be faked. As long as the sleepiness does not surge up, no matter how much effort you make, it will be useless.

Darian knows this well, so she didn't do any mentally retarded (?) activities like counting sheep, but just lay quietly on the bed and waited for the dawn.

She didn't believe that Sherlock would keep standing like this until dawn.He was cunning, she knew it.At most, he will stay outside for a while, and then he will quietly leave - well, well, it is indeed a bit embarrassing to leave a patient alone who may be suffering from skin hunger//thirst because of himself feelings.

Darian thought wildly for a while, and an emotion called concern finally overcame reason.She couldn't help pricking up her ears, quietly listening to the movement outside.

The hearing of vampires is very keen, but the girl listened carefully for a while, but the expected footsteps that signaled her departure never appeared.

Darian:?

This guy, isn't he really still outside?

Such an idea suddenly floated in the girl's mind.

Immediately, she had a look of disbelief, and even murmured in a low voice to deny it: "Impossible, unless the sun comes out from the west..."

Sherlock understands the meaning of the word "timely stop loss" better than anyone.He has always practiced better than everyone.

It is impossible for him not to understand.

I must have thought too much!See, this is what happens when you worry too much!

Thinking of this, Darian wrapped the quilt around her body more tightly.

Although a vampire will not die suddenly without sleeping for 24 hours, but people-always have a sense of ritual.

Darian stared at the white wall for a while, and felt that it was not worthwhile to go on like this.

With things in mind, time will flow more slowly subconsciously.

The girl had a plan in mind, and she rolled over and got off the bed lightly, like a little eel.

Anyway, I still wanted to see if Sherlock was still outside - after all, she couldn't detect any sound with such a sensitive hearing.

If the other party suddenly caught a cold or something, it would be even more difficult for her.

Darian gritted her teeth, put her hand on the doorknob again, and opened a crack.

The light in the living room outside had been turned off at some point. Through this narrow and long gap, Dalyan's field of vision was pitch black, but Sherlock was not seen...

Darian breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that she was thinking too much.

She opened the door a little more, trying to see more.

Very well, straight ahead, safe; right, safe—

The moment Daryan opened all the doors to look, she was suddenly hugged.

Darian:?

Her brain froze, and she lost all strength to break free, and just let the other party approach like this.

Sherlock clasped her waist with one hand and brought her into his arms, and supported the back of the other's head with the other, so as to produce a smooth exchange of body breath.

Like polar bears hugging each other to keep warm in the ice and snow, there is no safe distance between them at this moment, even if Dalyan wants to take a step back, there is no way.

—Darian doesn't need to keep warm.Just as her heart doesn't need to beat to keep her alive, so the act of hugging is essentially superfluous to her.

However, she only froze for a moment, and the arm that was hanging beside her moved and hugged her back.Dalyan understood that this was a symptom of skin hunger.

As it turned out, she was still too young.

"I was waiting for you 15 minutes ago, Darlene."

His tone couldn't have sounded more normal, and there was an air of taking it for granted in it.

Apart from the fact that Darian could still smell a little alcohol from him, she couldn't find any other signs of being drunk.

Really...

"Don't think too much!" Dalyan clenched her little hand on his waist and let go again, lest Sherlock might misunderstand something, she quickly let go, "I just... I just—"

Darian turned her head around, "I just want to come out and get something!"

"I didn't come to open the door for you." She said this softly, but she could tell that she had no confidence.The excuse was a flash of inspiration at best.

"If you have nothing to do, you should go to bed early. It's not good to stay up late, really." Dalyan added, her eyes drifted so that she didn't notice someone's face getting darker and darker at all.

The difference from before was that Dalyan had just pushed him with an attitude of trying, but she didn't expect that this time it was really so easy to break free.

"Then I'll go first—"

In this dimly lit space, the cold aura that belonged to a famous detective was getting further and further away from her.

Sherlock still stood there without moving, and Dalyan took a few steps forward guiltily.

But she was keenly aware of something strange, so she couldn't help turning her head to stare at him, and didn't dare to move rashly again.

Not so good.

The aura around Sherlock seemed to freeze, which also affected Darien—the mood of the man in front of him fell into a trough.

He doesn't speak up when he's upset.

He was never honest when he was in a bad mood.

"When the skin hunger///thirst is severe, not only will you have a serious sense of insecurity, you will become inferior, cowardly, bullying, and even irrational revenge because you are jealous of others being able to get love///caress Behavior.*"

The information obtained when she used her mobile phone to inquire about skin hunger//thirst immediately appeared in Dalyan's mind.

Could it be that his illness has worsened?

Daryan glanced warily at Sherlock.

What is "an irrational act of vengeance out of envy of others' access to love//caress.*"?

Is that what she meant?

... suddenly panicked.

Putting aside the condition of "whether you can get love///caress", I always feel that I am the first to take revenge...

Darian is very self-aware.She pursed her lips, and her black jade-like eyes glanced at the detective again.

"Why didn't you leave?" Sherlock's tone seemed much colder than before, not only that, but Daryan heard a bit of sarcasm from his tone for no reason.

"Are you okay?" Dalyan asked for confirmation.

"If I said yes, would you come over?"

The slight expression on the girl's face was almost covered by the darkness, she grabbed the corner of her clothes, "Yes... I guess."

"Then I have it now." His tone rose again, as if a primary school student suddenly got his dream limited edition toy.

"Darian, come here, I need you."

"……I am sick."

There was some indescribable magic in his words, Daryan took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Sherlock seemed to chuckle, but stopped before Daryan glared at him.

"So what do you want to do—" the questioning sentence was abruptly swallowed by Dalyan, and she had no room to retreat at all. The man was putting his hands on her shoulders and pushing her to walk.

Sherlock's room is simpler than she imagined, with minimalist black, white and gray tones.

Strictly speaking, this wasn't the first time she'd been in his room—she'd gone in like this before when they were still in a relationship.

The bedroom is a very private space, and those who are not intimate enough generally do not have the right to enter.

But time has changed, even if we are almost doing the same thing, the resulting state of mind will be different.

Like right now, she's... cramped.

While entering, Sherlock locked the door with a backhand.His room was also unlit, and it was dark—darkness can bring a certain sense of security, a cover//shame/cloth for hidden emotions.

Her vision was spinning, and before she could react, she was thrown onto the //bed// by Sherlock.

His mobility is really strong.

Sherlock quickly clamped the girl, and lifted the quilt with his hands, the movement was done in one go, and there was no trace of restraint from him.

It wasn't until she was lying on the bed that Dalyan realized something was wrong belatedly.

Why are you so obedient? ? ? ? ?

"Is this your first time?"

Sherlock spoke suddenly.His stature was already tall and slender, but his current gesture was too intimate, which made the girl's slenderness even more perfect.

...don't make it sound like you've had it many times.

Dalyan wondered why he would ask such a strange question, but her body was obviously more secure than her mind.

Seeing that the girl just glanced back at him with those beautiful eyes, she didn't speak.Sherlock nodded thoughtfully, "Don't be afraid, the first day is just the literal meaning of hugging and falling asleep."

"Who wants to have a second day with you?" Dalyan began to be surprised that her body was so familiar with him, and she couldn't even make a physical movement of resistance.Suddenly... feel ashamed.

There are really few moments of pure chat under the quilt.

But he really didn't do anything, just hugged her tightly like this.

Sherlock didn't answer her.

Darian waited for a moment, then looked up impatiently at him again.

Second, second sleep?

So she's the only one who can't sleep tonight?

Dalyan suddenly became annoyed.

but--

Dalyan's shining eyes fell on the face of the man in front of him.

He was already asleep, the trembling of his eyelashes was imperceptible, and the arc of his sword eyebrows was still sharp, but at this moment it suddenly softened, and his appearance looked very peaceful.

She clearly knew that she shouldn't get close to him.

Dalyan didn't feel sleepy at all, she moved closer, her eyes moved to the other's tightly pursed lips.

However, I still wanted to kiss him.

Sherlock had a long dream.

That dream took him back to a long, long time ago, his boyhood, and finally stayed in a place that he hadn't returned to for a long time.

his home.

And there, there used to be a very important person by his side.

Even if he deliberately recorded the voices and smiles of the people who appeared in the dream, he would forget all of them the moment he woke up.

He just discovered that, with his intuition, the fragrance carried by the girl with the blurred face in the dream was exactly the same as that of Dalyan.