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The unhappy Lestrade finally bowed to Watson's culinary skills and devoured several bowls of beef brisket stewed with potatoes, seemingly forgetting Mycroft's question.

After eating, Watson went downstairs with the quilt and pillow in his arms, looked at Lestrade and said, "You can sleep in my room."

"How embarrassing..." Lestrade looked at Watson moved.

"You'd better go upstairs and sleep better, after all your current..." Sherlock picked up which pot he didn't open, and took a serious look at Lestrade's butt: "So you should go to sleep on John's bed .”

Lestrade's expression changed, and he immediately thought of Mycroft, feeling very uncomfortable: "Okay...Okay."

Watson gave Sherlock a helpless look, and whispered, "It's your sister-in-law anyway, don't be like that."

"I'm doing it for his own good." Sherlock looked at Watson seriously, "From the structure of the human body..."

Watson immediately interrupted Sherlock: "Sherlock, can you go back to the kitchen and continue your research?"

"Originally..." Sherlock entered the kitchen, whispering something related to medicine, but the volume was loud enough to embarrass Lestrade.

"Sherlock, it's not the right occasion to show off your medical or anatomical knowledge." Watson looked at Sherlock reproachfully.

"This is not common sense, this is theory!"

"What's the difference?"

"Everyone should understand common sense but everyone doesn't understand it. Theory is something everyone wants to understand but can't understand it."

"Okay..." Watson was so "admired" that he fell to the ground, and looked at Sherlock for mercy: "How about doing an experiment?"

Lestrade, who was sitting on the sofa, had already forgotten his shame after the shameless discussion between Watson and Sherlock. It should be said that his face was plated with a layer of titanium alloy by Sherlock and Watson... In short He didn't feel any embarrassment anymore, he was just worried that Mycroft no longer recognized him as a friend.

"Ding dong——" the doorbell rang, and the three of them fell silent for a moment, wondering who would come so late.

"Mycroft, have you come to find Sherlock? You are really a good brother who cares about your brother. It's so late." Mrs. Hudson's enthusiastic voice came from downstairs.

"Bang——" Lestrade stood up immediately, almost overturned the table, and then hurriedly circled around the living room, trying to find a place to hide.

Turning around for a while, he found that both Watson and Sherlock were looking at him motionlessly. Lestrade said nervously, "Don't say I've been here."

"Do you think Mycroft will come to look for me?" Sherlock turned back to the kitchen to continue the experiment: "Lestrade, please use your brain."

"How can Mycroft know that I'm here?" Lestrade was quite frightened.

Watson looked at Lestrade helplessly, then turned and walked into the kitchen, preparing milk for Sherlock before going to bed as usual. Lestrade was very confused when he saw the two so calm.

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson." Mycroft's voice came from downstairs, and Lestrade panicked and ran to the attic immediately.

Mycroft stepped on the stairs unhurriedly, and as he passed the living room, he glanced at Watson who was pouring milk.

Watson said without looking back, "Upstairs."

"I know, I'll take a look at Sherlock first."

"Didn't you come to see Lestrade?"

"Yes."

"Mycroft, I don't want to see you." Sherlock yelled loudly while sitting in front of the microscope.

"Hehe..." Mycroft walked in with a smile, stood in front of Sherlock, and said as quietly as possible: "Doing is always more effective than talking. You always use words to set traps like this, and you will have to wait for a lifetime."

"Thank you for your reminder, but I don't need your teaching." Sherlock said displeasedly: "You can go upstairs now, don't mess with John's room."

"Mess up, John can sleep in your room."

Sherlock paused, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Just don't disturb the neighbors."

Watson approached the two curiously: "Mycroft, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing." Mycroft turned to look at Watson and said, "Thank you for taking such good care of my brother. Drinking milk every day has made my skin smoother."

"You don't need to worry about my skin." Sherlock stood up, pushed Mycroft out with his hands, then turned to look at Watson and said, "So...do you still think that there is no devil in this world?"

"Okay..." Watson thought for a while about Lestrade upstairs who was nervous and might go crazy at any time, and nodded slowly: "Mycroft is indeed like a big devil."

Sherlock walked to the window, bowed his head and said, "John, have you ever thought of a possibility."

"What is possible?"

"It's just..." Sherlock was indeed stimulated by Mycroft, he must find a way to get what he wants, and for the Holmes family, there is nothing that cannot be obtained, but it is true that there are long nights and dreams!

Sherlock plucked up his courage and decided to win quickly, but...

"Bump—" There was a loud noise upstairs, which startled Watson and Sherlock, and scared Hudson downstairs into the living room.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?" Mrs. Hudson looked at the two in shock.

"It's not us," Watson explained. "It's Mycroft."

"Mycroft?" Mrs. Hudson was very puzzled, but gave a great deal of understanding: "Well... don't be too late, I won't come up again, but please keep your voice down so as not to wake up the neighbors gone."

Watson covered his face in embarrassment, and said weakly to Mrs. Hudson: "We really don't have that kind of relationship."

"Don't be embarrassed, I understand..." Mrs. Hudson turned around and said in a low voice, "Last time, you guys were stripping clothes in the living room. Now I'm too embarrassed to come in without knocking on the door."

Mrs. Hudson's complaint made Watson blush instantly, and his earlobe was so red that it dripped blood. Sherlock, who was standing aside, couldn't help but smile slightly when he saw Watson's blush and red earlobe.

"Amused?" Watson raised his head viciously: "You have to know, since last time, I rarely fight with you, don't mess with me!"

Looking at Watson who was getting angry from embarrassment, Sherlock laughed even more happily: "I remember who took off my shirt and put it on me?"

"Isn't that what fighting is all about?" Watson looked at Sherlock helplessly: "Don't ask for a commission?"

"No..." Sherlock suddenly bent down and approached Watson's ear, and said slowly, "I'm going to mention...because..."

The heat from Sherlock's breath sprinkled on Watson's neck, and Watson couldn't help taking a step back in shock, but his feet slipped and pulled Sherlock's collar all the way down.

"I'm sorry..." Watson quickly apologized before he recovered.

"Look, here you are again." Sherlock lay on Watson's body and raised his hands to indicate that he hadn't done anything.

"Come what?"

"You don't want to fight with me, you want to lie on the carpet with me?" Sherlock said innocently.

Watson was very embarrassed by Sherlock's innocent words. After recovering, he immediately turned around and got up: "I'm sorry."

Sherlock bent his knee against Watson's calf, not giving Watson a chance to get up: "That's all you want to do?"

"What?" Watson threw himself on the ground again, looking back at Sherlock in confusion: "You want to fight?"

"Yes and no."

"What do you mean?"

Sherlock pressed Watson's back and fixed Watson's body: "I just want to ask if you have thought about a possibility?"

"What's possible?" Watson struggled to stand up, but was held firmly by Sherlock.

"Don't move." Sherlock said seriously, "I just want to ask you a question."

"Okay... I won't move." Watson stopped struggling, because Sherlock's voice was strange, as if he was holding back something: "Speak."

"I want to be with you forever."

Although Sherlock's face cannot be seen, Watson can tell from Sherlock's voice that he is very serious. Watson smiled and said: "We are meant to be together forever, unless you don't want me as a friend first. .”

"But I'm not talking about friends."

"Not a friend..." What is that?Watson stopped thinking in his brain almost instantly...

In this world, there are many relationships that can last a lifetime, such as family, love, friendship, and even superior-subordinate relationships... But which kind is Sherlock talking about?

Watson suddenly became very disturbed, struggling fiercely to get rid of Sherlock's restraint, and there was an answer: "No...no, Sherlock, let's get up first and then talk."

"You know what I want to say, right?" Sherlock gently stroked Watson's back, and then clasped Watson's wrist: "You are nervous, you are afraid of me touching, why?"

"I haven't!" cried Watson.

"Really?" Sherlock's fingertips lightly scratched Watson's neck, causing Watson to tremble.

"Don't..." Watson was very annoyed by his reaction, but now was not the time to be ashamed, Watson immediately tensed up all his muscles, and stopped responding to Sherlock's teasing behavior.

"John, you must understand the consequences of self-deception." Sherlock slid his hand to Watson's tailbone, and then pressed it lightly.

"Fuck, Sherlock, I tell you to let go!" Watson collapsed.

"No..." But Sherlock stopped what he was doing: "I want you to speak out now."

"Say what?" Watson growled.

"You know what I'm thinking, but I want you to speak up now."

Watson paused for a moment, then said loudly, "I don't know what you're thinking, don't force me to beat you."

Sherlock suddenly turned Watson's face away, and the two looked at each other face to face...

Watson looked into Sherlock's smoky blue eyes, and couldn't help swallowing, because there was a different kind of wisdom flowing in it, and it wasn't childish shamelessness, nor was it arrogant arrogance...

It's a deep, peaceful feeling with a strong undercurrent...

This kind of emotion is not unfamiliar to Watson, but it is not familiar, because it contains lust, but it is different from ordinary lust.

Sherlock looked into Watson's eyes and said, "Look into my eyes, I know you understand, if you want to leave, just push me away, I won't force you."

What Sherlock said was "leave" instead of "unwilling", which is undoubtedly a difficult problem for Watson whose mind is blank.

Leaving, leaving 221B Baker Street, then Watson knew he would have nowhere to go...

The author has something to say: Well...the so-called thing is only three, this is the third confession, what do you think of Peanut? ~~~＿(：з"∠)＿