My Detective Roommate [Sherlock Holmes]

Adlia finally regained her strength and pushed him gently, but he didn't move.

"Your consolation has been taken, but I need some rewards," he drew his tone, "after all, I know that you are not completely numb and ignorant in terms of emotions."

Adlia's originally soft body became tense again, and she subconsciously grabbed the hem of his clothes, and her mind was in a mess—what is a reward, and what is emotional numbness and ignorance?She suddenly felt that his temperature became scorching hot, making her want to jump like a shrimp that was about to be cooked but unable to jump up. She wanted to say that she didn't know what it meant, but she suddenly realized his meaning .

"Perhaps it's not the best time, Adelia," he called her name clearly, "but when I can easily discern that panic is hidden under your normal behavior, and you are seeing The moment I let all my defenses down and leaned on me, I couldn't bear it any longer—I felt like I needed to say these words to you."

He still hugged her, and only gently let go of her hand holding his clothes with one hand, and pulled her hand to press on his chest and heart, so she could feel his hand burning with enthusiasm, and her heart Shouting for her—he was never as calm as his tone.

"Maybe it sounds ridiculous, I've always been used to solving problems first, and maybe giving a little emotional comfort - but when you vote for me, I just want you to return to your usual appearance as soon as possible, and I even want to comfort you Although none of your words came in handy."

Adelia's heartbeat seems to be in sync with his at this moment. She heard everything he said, but she seemed to lose her ability to understand. Many thoughts flashed in her mind but she couldn't grasp any of them. In front of her was his His chest, his arms behind him, the back of his hand covering his burning palm, the palm of his hand feeling the beating of life in his chest cavity.She said without thinking: "So the heartbeat is mine now?"

Sherlock understood her meaning: "My girl, my heartbeat belongs to you at this moment, and you don't seem so calm.'

"My life plan doesn't have this..." she murmured.

"But there's me, isn't it?" he said affirmatively.

His voice is like a warm winter fire, or the afternoon when we first met that summer, but she is like a lost person who always has to hold him to feel at ease.

This time she pushed him very easily, without being restrained in her arms, but she didn't really push him away, she just pulled him away a little so that she could see his gray eyes clearly, and it made her heart beat To make matters worse, the tenderness he no longer concealed had stolen her soul from her shell, and she was powerless to resist.

Honestly, she had an urge to kiss him.

Not the lips, but the eyes, because she has always seen a different, loyal, unreconciled, adventurous, noble heart from those deep eyes, and she can pile up all the beautiful adjectives. Even enjoy the unique tenderness and consideration from those eyes.

As she was fascinated and gradually approaching, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

When Mrs. Hudson opened the door, the first thing she saw was Sherlock who was unhappy, and then Adlia who was facing the curtain and didn't know what she was doing.

"It's noon, why did you draw the curtains?" She babbled, put the dinner plate on the table, and was about to open the curtains, but was interrupted by Adelia hastily.

"No need, aunt, it's a bit hot at noon, and the sun is a bit dazzling." Adelia's tone has not slowed down.

Hudson was taken aback by Adelia's sudden reaction, and then realized that Adelia's face was a little red in the shadows: "It's really hot for us Adrian——Okay, don't draw the curtains, Holmes said you acted with him at night?"

action?what action?Going out at night?

What was faster than the question was the promise: "Well, yes, dinner can be eaten earlier."

Hearing this sentence, Sherlock, who was still sitting on the sofa, laughed.

Sensing the inexplicable atmosphere, Mrs. Hudson scanned the room suspiciously, and focused on the detective whose clothes looked a little messy, but she obviously didn't have the detective's reasoning ability, and only delicate emotions told her that there might be a relationship between the two people. Something has changed.She couldn't figure out why, so she didn't ask any more: "Then I'm going down, you guys remember to eat while it's hot."

Adlia wished she could go down with Mrs. Hudson, otherwise she would not be able to explain her obsessive approach.

Sherlock was the first to sit at the dining table and waited leisurely for Adlia to turn around from the door and look at him.

Adelia is not a piece of wood, he thought happily, she has always been sensitive to people's mood swings, maybe it's just that he always waits and always takes a step back, she justly pretends not to know his feelings, he has already delayed a lot It's time.Although she was dawdling, she couldn't always face the door and think about it.

—Besides, she never refused him.

Adelia was a little anxious, she could feel that her back seemed to be pierced by the fiery gaze, she was a little afraid to turn her head back, just like a bird lost in the forest dared not look back at the hunter behind him, and his prey was her Love.

She was a little timid, because she had never been exposed to this proposition, and she was not brave enough to accept anyone's feelings, especially him, and especially love.

But she will come back after all.

The few steps she took to the dining table were even on the same hands and feet, and then she said awkwardly: "Well, I'm a little hungry, let's eat first."

Then pick up the knife and fork.

Seeing her clumsy movements, Sherlock wanted to laugh, but was also a little annoyed. He simply pressed her hand: "You can't pretend nothing happened, Adlia."

"I—" Adelia felt speechless. After the interruption just now, she didn't even dare to look into his eyes, but she couldn't resist.

A certain emotion rose from the depths of her heart, and her eyes were stained with retreat, and she even finished the sentence rashly and quickly: "Or, or do you think about it?"

Sherlock was obviously taken aback.

"I'm not a good match, sir. While feeling your feelings, I can't help but think about things from a long time ago at the same time, but I know that I'm just a bad person in essence." Her agitated mood seemed to sink again Going down, the cheeks that were originally rosy due to shyness became pale with panic. She finally avoided his eyes and told him not to have any expectations of herself. As for other languages, I don’t even know much about history, law, politics, and philosophy. Even if I have some small achievements in medicine, it’s just a lame harvest, not enough for me to show off. I’m afraid Worse than the Adrian you knew."

He didn't understand why she always looked down on him so much, but he stared at her and listened quietly to what she said.

"I'm not strong enough, optimistic enough, brave enough, kind or friendly enough, maybe you haven't seen my darker side—I—" She wanted to speak again, but his lips were pressed by him leaning over Living.

When he got up, his knee hit the table, and the dinner plate made some noise, which rang on the tip of his heart.

His left hand was still pressing her right hand, while his right hand gently held her cheek.She could feel that his movements were not forceful, and even paused a little when his breath brushed her cheeks, but she didn't refuse, nor did she leave.

Warm, soft and simple.

Just a light touch was enough for her to close her lips that slandered her.

He moved away slightly, his right hand still remained, and his thumb slightly rubbed her soft cheek: "The worst thing about you is that you don't have a clear understanding of yourself. Logicians have always respected 'what should be, let it be' What kind'."

He whispered in her ear, like a whisper between lovers: "If you don't believe in yourself enough, then at least trust my eyes again as always."

Adelia stared blankly at his gray eyes, his touch was still on her lips, his voice was still echoing in her cochlea, and his smell was still on the tip of her nose.

The gentleman who had just made a bold attack finally backed away, gave her space again, and began to eat naturally as usual.

Adlia picked up the knife and fork again in a low voice, but her right hand seemed to still have the feeling of being pressed against him, and the hot and numb temperature of her lips did not go away.

"Now, can you tell me what happened?" Sherlock finally backed down.

Well, as expected, he was still reluctant to push her too hard, and even more reluctant to let her demean herself and be depressed because of herself... Anyway, he will always have her love, or, in other words, already has it.

Adelia froze for a moment before realizing what he was asking.

She pursed her lips and forced herself to return to a calm state: "I took Shilling out to play in the morning, and I happened to go to Oxford Street to look around at the apartment over there, and then I found someone following me while I was resting in the coffee shop."

She didn't know where to start. She felt that if she directly confronted the stalker recklessly, and the subsequent oolong development would definitely be criticized by the detective (obviously she was not reckless compared to him), she quickly He glanced at him, and he didn't lie: "I suspect he is following me. I just sat in the coffee shop for nearly an hour, and then I got impatient, so I went straight over, flipped his newspaper and pointed a gun at him to ask questions. What is he doing?"

Sherlock obviously wanted to say something, but for some reason he stopped.

"Then he suggested that I stop, it's best not to recognize who he is, don't let me walk into 'his' vision, and gave me this note, he said he was returning my favor. Then let me hurry up Let's go, don't make people suspicious."

Adelia lowered her eyelids, obviously a little afraid to look at him.

"It means that there may be more than one person watching you, and all this is at the behest of another person? And it has something to do with your medical practice?" Sherlock confirmed.

She nodded quietly. She didn't say anything about the other party's warning not to go out. She pretended to be relaxed and said, "So what are you talking about at night? If I'm being followed, will it affect me?"

Sherlock had already stopped the knife and fork, and was resting on his chin with his hands, but when he heard her question, he raised his index finger to indicate silence. He was obviously lost in his thoughts again.Adelia also lost her appetite, looked at him a few times and then moved away, then glanced a few more times, her eyes rested on his slender index finger openly, and she was in a stately daze.

"He didn't mean to hurt you?"

"No," Adelia thought for a while, "his action of unloading my gun is not violent."

Sherlock gave her a sideways look, clearly displeased at her passing danger.Adelia silently reduced her sense of existence, like a child who made a mistake and only dared to stare at the dinner plate in front of her.

He stood up, walked to the window, and slightly opened the curtains, so that some sunlight came in through the gap. He looked out, and indeed found a new face.

"What clothes is he wearing?"

"Brown tweed, a felt hat with a large brim, round glasses, a big beard," Adlia said, "blue-eyed Caucasian, with a real London accent, probably a little shorter than you, with thick arms .”

"Then I'm afraid this is another one..." He whispered, "It's too easy to change clothes, and the height and weight can also be changed, everything is unknown."

"You don't need to worry about this," Sherlock said. "I have the right to accept a commission-to eliminate danger for my beloved."

After finally regaining her usual calmness, Adelia's face began to show a faint enthusiasm again, and she became angry from embarrassment: "I didn't say I would entrust you!"

The author says:

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