save Sherlock

"Oh!" Suddenly, Mrs. Hudson yelled, and turned around immediately: "I'm leaving now!"

After finishing speaking, she took hurried steps and hurried downstairs, and there was a heavy sound of being oppressed from the wooden stairs...

After going down the stairs, Mrs. Hudson paused, and shouted towards the upstairs with an apologetic look on her face: "I didn't know you guys would do...do this in the living room during the day." She puffed out her chest, full of confidence Say, "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone!"

Watson and Sherlock looked at each other again, and said in unison: "Mrs. Hudson, you have already made the whole world know about it!"

"Oh, sorry!"

Watson and Sherlock bowed their heads at the same time, and sighed helplessly: "It's okay!"

After finishing speaking, the two looked at each other with disdain...

Watson half-closed his eyes and said displeasedly, "Why do you imitate me?"

Sherlock frowned and countered, "Isn't it you?"

"I don't want to argue with you!"

"I think?"

"I don't care about you!"

After finishing speaking, Watson got up from the ground, gave Sherlock a condescending look, and kicked the belt on the ground...

I was really impulsive, but when Sherlock said he was 'sick', he couldn't help but lose his temper!

...If anyone said this before, I definitely wouldn't care.

But, now I'm afraid that Sherlock will say such a thing...why?

Sherlock grabbed the belt on the ground, pursed his lips angrily, and looked up at Watson resolutely!

Watson glanced down at Sherlock, and slowly let out a breath...

It was indeed my fault, forget it, Sherlock can do whatever he likes!

Watson turned sideways, tried his best to smile, and stretched out his hand to support Sherlock, but was interrupted by Sherlock's words...

Sherlock said blankly: "You have mania? You beat people anytime, anywhere!"

Watson's outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and the smile on his face instantly turned to ashes. He stared in disbelief, and with a long mouth, he didn't know how to answer...

Well... another new term!

Sherlock sees himself like this?

He held his breath, but a trace of injury flashed in his eyes: "Then I'm sorry for the mania if I don't beat you!"

"Are you coming again?"

Watson looked at Sherlock excitedly. Just as he was about to say something, he stepped on a button. Although the button was not big, it still made the excited Watson even more unsteady...

"Puff——" Watson leaned forward and accidentally fell on Sherlock!

The air suddenly condensed, and both of them didn't dare to breathe quietly, because the distance between each other was very close...

Watson threw himself on Sherlock completely, and the distance between their noses was less than a grain of rice, as if a gust of wind could make this distance disappear!

Sherlock's body has a faint lemon scent... the smell is very familiar!

... By the way, it is exactly the same as the one on my body, because we all use the same brand of shampoo.

Hey...how did you think of this!

Watson immediately came back to his senses, pulled his body away suddenly, and kept a distance from Sherlock... In the same second, Sherlock immediately raised his head and wanted to back away!

However, Sherlock's foot happened to trip Watson's knee, and the two rolled into a ball again...

One second, two seconds, three seconds...Suddenly, Watson tried his best to push away Sherlock who was pressing on top of him, and then rushed out of the living room and ran downstairs, the wind brought up some scattered materials !

Watson rushed out of the house without looking back, his mind was full of the scene just now...

The two fell into a ball and couldn't tell the difference between south, east and north. They only felt a soft touch resting on each other's lips. When their heads were a little clearer, they found that their mouths were stuck together!

Sherlock, who was so immortal, suddenly awakened the British gentleman's demeanor hidden deep in his blood, and said sincerely: "I'm sorry!"

But...the mouths of the two were still stuck together, and Watson subconsciously opened his mouth after speaking...

Although it was only lightly and rapidly touching the tip of the tongue, the numb feeling, like a thin electric current, quickly rushed to the brain!

The two swallowed at the same time, and Sherlock, known as the Pentium dual-core processor, also stopped thinking, and the two just looked at each other blankly...

Watson sat on the threshold of 221B Baker Street, and passers-by turned their attention to him...

He was still wearing yellow polka-dot pajamas, with two buttons on the neckline, and there was a red mark on the collarbone. He didn't know when he got it from a fight, and his hair was messy and his expression was tangled!

What are these things?

...It must be because of Sherlock's noise every day that he can't sleep these days, and he is mentally weak to make mistakes again and again!

Bastard, Sherlock, I'm sorry for what you said!You are obviously not like this usually, what do you do now?

No...why would I want to do something?Everyone is a man and it doesn't hurt, why don't they just kiss?

Yes, yes, everyone is a man, so why bother!

Watson shook his crumpled pajamas, stood up with a smile on his lips, and just turned around and opened the black door, but his footsteps couldn't fall...

What are you going to tell Sherlock now?

...But, everyone is a man, afraid of what to say!

His right foot moved back and forth between the inside and outside of the door, but couldn't get down...

But, now that I haven't changed my clothes, I can't even go out to avoid it!

Just pretend that nothing happened... Yes, it was all an illusion just now!

Watson took a deep breath, and finally stepped his right foot over the threshold...

"Bang——" Suddenly, an earth-shattering explosion swept across the opposite house, and the power of the bomb spread to the entire Baker Street. The first to bear the brunt was the 221B directly opposite!

Watson lay on the ground, hugging his head tightly, half of his body was still outside the door... When the explosion was over, Watson rushed upstairs in three steps at a time!

The glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows has been completely shattered, and Sherlock is lying on the ground, his body is covered with shards of broken glass... There are also a lot of shards of wood wrapped in his black curly hair!

"Sherlock!" Watson rushed to Sherlock, shouting in panic.

"I'm fine!" Sherlock got up from the ground, shook his hair, and then shook the glass shards on his body.

Watson caught a glimpse of a scratch on Sherlock's palm. The wound was surrounded by a lot of broken glass, and red blood was already oozing...

"Are you okay?" he asked nervously.

Sherlock raised his head and smiled calmly, but his eyes were full of uncontrollable excitement: "It's okay!"

"Your forehead is hurt too!"

Sherlock smiled excitedly and looked at Watson...but soon the expression on his face disappeared, replaced by a touch of worry!

He frowned and asked, "What happened to your forehead?"

"What?" Watson immediately raised his hand to touch his forehead, a slippery touch lingered on his fingertips, and soon, blood flowed down his left cheek to his chin.

Sherlock took a deep breath, immediately supported the chair next to him, stepped over the chair, stepped on the broken glass all over the floor with his bare feet, and walked into the kitchen... Soon, he walked away with the medical kit out!

"Sherlock, put your shoes on!" Watson shouted.

"Oh! Okay, let's deal with your wound first, this wound is not small!"

"I'm fine, you put your shoes on first."

"Treat the wound first!"

"Put on your shoes first!"

Sherlock squinted his eyes and said angrily, "Why do you always like to argue with me?"

"I do not have!"

"You are the assistant, you have to listen to me!"

Seeing the persistence and displeasure in Sherlock's eyes, Watson was defeated, folded his arms helplessly, and looked down at the messy house...

He shrugged and said, "Change the place!"

Sherlock smiled again and nodded...

Although the attic was also affected, fortunately, the windows are small and there are not many glass shards. At least Watson's bed is clean...

Watson sat cross-legged on the bed, Sherlock lifted the hair on Watson's forehead, took a medical cotton ball with his right hand, and gently wiped the blood near the wound...

"You can be heavier, I'm not a woman!" Watson reminded kindly.

"Do not talk nonsense!"

Sherlock fixed Watson's hair with his left hand, and carefully inspected the wound. There were some glass shards around the wound. He carefully picked up the tweezers and pulled out these foreign objects...

Watson blinked puzzledly: "It's easy for you to go directly to the hydrogen peroxide bar, and I'm not afraid of pain!"

"To shut up!"

Sherlock cleaned Watson's wound carefully but quickly, and his technique was quite skillful... However, he breathed slowly throughout the whole process, and he didn't take a breath. Although his hands didn't shake, his eyes were full of anxiety...

Watson pursed his lips and asked still puzzled, "You don't have to be so careful, I'm not made of flour!"

"I told you to shut up!"

Sherlock continued the work in hand, picked up the gauze and carefully bandaged Watson... Seeing the blood on the gauze, he immediately opened it, and found that the wound did not ooze a lot of blood, so he had to change another piece... Holding the new gauze, When he lowered his head, he realized that it was the blood from the wound on his palm!

He exhaled lightly, and smiled with relief...

"Are you ready?" Watson asked eagerly.

"Um, all right!"

As soon as Sherlock finished speaking, Watson immediately picked up the hydrogen peroxide and poured it on Sherlock's palm. Soon, the hydrogen peroxide bubbled a lot!

"Oh!" Sherlock yelled in surprise.

"Hold on to the pain, your wound is already red and swollen!"

"I really doubt that you are a medical student!"

"Definitely is!"

While biting the gauze, Sherlock said, "Then can you tell me about the hydrogen peroxide again?"

Watson took the gauze from Sherlock's mouth, put it in his own mouth and tore it open... As soon as he tore off the gauze, Watson was stunned, and Sherlock was also stunned!

The gauze is still wet, this is Sherlock's saliva...

Although it is not the same as the touch of the tip of the tongue, it is also wet...

Watson was taken aback by his own thoughts, and stared in horror!

What are you thinking?Sure enough, too many days of insomnia is not a good thing!

... get a good night's sleep and everything will be fine!

"I... I will do it myself!" Sherlock bowed his head and took the gauze from Watson's hand.

Watson nodded involuntarily, and then stopped immediately, not looking at Sherlock's wound...