Did you eat a famous detective today? [Zhongyingmei]

Sherlock is not a man used to deep sleep.So he noticed some rustling noises from Darian's room early on.

but……

The eyes of the famous detective also froze for a rare moment.

He didn't expect to see such a scene in front of him.

His "shared" roommate, Darian, was sitting in front of the open refrigerator in a set of silky white pajamas.

Sherlock once saw a point of view in a certain book, to the effect that the biological nature of men determines that in a relationship between the sexes, they are likely to inexplicably pursue a self because they are addicted to sex//desire// A woman who doesn't like it.But at that time, he didn't take it seriously. In his opinion, he didn't have enough experience, and he didn't have the interest to verify this matter—in short, he was the complete opposite of other vigorous young men. He is not indulging in this illusory pleasure composed of benzene/ethyl/amine.

However, it's not like no woman has ever struck up a conversation with him.

When he was in college, some people showed him their cheap love.However, those faces that may be called gorgeous in front of others can only be called mediocre in Sherlock's own eyes, and they are even far less attractive to him than the cold and pale corpses at the scene of the crime.

And now, for the first time in his life, Sherlock needs to think carefully about the word "attraction".

From the moment Sherlock had physical contact with her for the first time, he discovered that the girl in front of him had a lower body temperature than ordinary people.In some moments of close encounters, Darian is like a brittle ice sculpture.

It may be for this reason that she herself appears marble-pale, so that the contrast of the ebony hair is all the more striking on her.

She still has her hair loose as in the daytime, and the soft hair hangs down to properly cover the small piece of skin on the back of her neck.But Sherlock had a hunch, judging from her reaction when they first met, there must be some secret there-he would figure it out sooner or later.

At this moment, she was using a spoon to scoop out the ice cream from the carton, and occasionally let out a faint sigh of satisfaction as she put it into her mouth.The light smile on a small face was also very natural, Sherlock suddenly became puzzled, this guy had never seemed so comfortable in front of him!

instead……

The man recalled it carefully.

It can be called walking on thin ice and trembling.

Isn't it just a box of ice cream, as for it?

There were no lights in the house, so the only source of light was the cold light from the open refrigerator.

Sherlock watched her quietly for a moment with a scrutinizing eye.

But he felt that his current behavior was becoming more and more strange.

Even skin hunger//thirst shouldn't be so inexplicable-he should be lying quietly in his bed now, closing his eyes and enjoying this little rest time for his brain, patiently waiting for the dawn to arrive.

However, he stared at a woman and came up with so many different opinions.

For the first time, he wished he could be like a goldfish, forgetting everything that happened before in less than seven seconds.

Perhaps it was because his gaze was too hot, Daryan, who had been focusing on the rum-flavored ice cream in her hand, also noticed something, and stared at him blankly.

Dalyan just glanced at the dark surroundings inadvertently, but unexpectedly, it was the man named Sherlock Holmes who bumped into her out of the corner of her eye—he stood quietly like a ghost at some time. There.In her plan, Sherlock had already fallen asleep.

Could it be that I made too much noise...?still--

While Darian looked at him, countless possible reasons floated through his mind.

what happened……

As a result, the girl didn't even know whether she should put down the carton of ice cream in her hand and stood up.

After all, it seems that no matter how you react, there is embarrassment.

At this moment, Sherlock felt that the soft eyes that fell on his face disappeared again, and the girl turned her eyes away again, symbolically directing the spoon to dig another spoonful of sweet ice cream before raising her eyes. , "You...are you hungry too?"

As soon as Dalyan finished speaking, she noticed that the sharp knife-like eyes projected from the dark-haired man's blue-green eyes stayed on the thing in her hand for a moment, and then moved away critically.

Hell, why hadn't she thought of that - Sherlock didn't like sweets.

When Sherlock was a teenager, he explained to Dalyan more than once about the disadvantages of eating desserts with a little disgust. One of the important reasons was that his brother Mycroft once complained of eating too many sweets. Get overweight.

"You can't even control your weight, how can you control your life." The girl can now imagine Sherlock's cold and proud attitude when he said this sentence.

It seems that my memory is really bad.Dalyan quietly complained about herself from the bottom of her heart, she curled her lips, put the carton in the freezer temporarily, and stood up with her hands up.

"I'm just casual—" Dalyan hadn't finished speaking, and she approached her step by step against the other party, and she had no choice but to swallow the rest of the words back into her stomach.

I'm just casually speaking.

Contrary to Sherlock, she does have a sweet tooth.Besides, because of her natural buff, she neither develops tooth decay nor gains weight.

Her favorite is lemon flavored fruit hard candies.

People are always willing to challenge something that has never been done before, and she was also teased by Mycroft to make Sherlock eat candy.

But... after she begged the other party countless times in various languages, the black-haired boy still looked indifferent.Until finally, he finally succumbed under Dalyan's gentle offensive, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the sour-sweet fruit candy in his mouth, and for the first time in his life, Dalyan even saw the sweetness from the other person's face. I caught a glimpse of an expression that could be called aggrieved.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time, and just when Dalyan felt compassion and began to complain about the hateful Mycroft, the other party kissed him all at once.

"Don't you like sweets very much?" He seemed to snort coldly, "It's just right, try this and see if it's different from eating by yourself." , His undeniable physiological reaction is still so obvious.

His ears are red.

Then, Darian never asked him to eat sugar again.

The ever-increasing distance between her and Sherlock brought Daryan back to her mind perfectly.

Sherlock stood right in front of her.

From Darian's point of view, his flat collarbone, which had been covered by the material a few hours ago, was now exposed to the air because of the loose neckline of the pajamas he was wearing.Naturally, even if the blood vessels extending along the skin texture on the neck are not too obvious, Dalyan can still imagine the touch when the cold palm is placed on it - the carotid artery there will beat suddenly, like a heart .

But... what is he here for?

Just as Dalyan was secretly trying to figure out what the man in front of him was thinking, he finally said, "Give me a copy."

When Darian heard this, an unbelievable emotion inevitably appeared between her brows and eyes, "Huh?"

He frowned lightly, and then said again, "literally."

Darian could only bring him another rum-flavored ice cream from the freezer below, but asked again before handing it to him, "Are you sure?"

The girl's expression was very serious, as if she wanted to confirm something.

Sherlock nodded coldly, "Of course."

"But eating in the middle of the night, isn't it good? Didn't you say that eating rashly will damage your brain for solving crimes?" Dalyan thought about her words.

"I haven't had any cases these days." Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, and then obviously took a mocking tone when talking about the city's Metropolitan Police Department, "Honestly, I can't understand why they would It's as simple as being overwhelmed with a case where one plus one equals two. Thinking as dull as a bee who can't pick flowers for honey.*"

The man said and opened the box, but he regretted it when he took the first bite——

Hold.

Sure enough, he shouldn't have any undue expectations for sweets.

Of course Sherlock knew that when Daryan asked that question out of the blue, it didn't necessarily mean she meant it.She just wanted to find a topic to break the silent atmosphere.

Originally, his most perfect answer should be——

"I don't like sweets."

However, things were not as simple as what he had shown in his mind. He actually walked up to her and took a sip, but he didn't know the reason for it yet.

Maybe there are times when purpose is not needed.

Sherlock put down the carton, and the frost covering the box was slowly beginning to melt at this moment.He took some papers from the table and wiped his hands.After thinking about it, he finally put his hand on the edge of the table.

In the next second, Sherlock's right hand was scratched.

There was a bit of iron on the edge of the table, maybe he didn't notice it in the dark.

Dalyan's whole body was about to crack.

She stared blankly at the bright red blood seeping from Sherlock's palm little by little, and at the same time her eyes turned dark red uncontrollably.