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Watson turned his head slightly, and let his gaze away from Sherlock's eyes. Although his brain was still on strike, at least Watson regained his calmness, or forced calmness...

"Sherlock, shall we have a good talk?" Watson exhaled lightly, trying to smile as usual.

Sherlock didn't answer, still staring at Watson's face... It wasn't until the curious Night Breeze entered the living room and slightly lowered the temperature in the room that Sherlock slowly let go of Watson's wrist, but his eyes never left Watson.

Feeling that the force restraining him was slowly weakening, Watson immediately broke free and ran to the other end of the living room.

Why did Sherlock think of saying this?

But there is a feeling in my heart that it should be like this, yes...it's just that I have been avoiding it all the time, but do I need to respond to Sherlock?

How to respond?

"You don't have to think about how to respond to me, just tell me that you want to leave or stay." Sherlock saw Watson's thoughts, and adopted a retreat-for-advance method. If the pressure was too tight, Watson might directly If you leave, it will be difficult to handle at that time.

"I..." How could I want to leave, leave Sherlock, immediately go to 221B Baker Street, where else can I go... Watson shook his head in confusion: "Leave? Where can I go?"

"Then do you want to stay?" Sherlock smiled slightly.

"Stay?" I definitely want to stay, this is my home... Watson looked at Sherlock more and more at a loss: "Where else can I go?"

Sherlock looked at Watson as softly as possible, and said in a low voice, "Then tell me where you want to go?"

It seems that Sherlock's voice has magic power, giving people a very reassuring feeling. Watson seems to be drawn to his thoughts: "I have nowhere to go."

"Then..." Sherlock tried not to attract Watson's attention, and slowly took a step closer: "Do you want to stay with me?"

"I..." definitely want to be with Sherlock, to solve cases together, to share dangers together, to live together...to live together.

Seeing the uneasiness and nostalgia in Watson's eyes, Sherlock was slightly surprised, but joy appeared on his face... The expression on John's face proved that he was at the most vulnerable time. Such an opportunity is too rare. Time waited for him to recover, but it was not so easy to be fooled.

Sherlock tried to be as harmless as possible, smiled very gently, and took another step closer: "Would you like to stay with me? Anyway, you have nowhere to go, and then we can keep solving cases and sharing dangers...Of course, I can always eat the food you cook, and you can always live with me."

"Living together..." I never thought of leaving, it seems that I have long subconsciously thought that I will live with Sherlock all the time, and it seems very interesting to take care of Sherlock's daily life, even though he always looks like a child Temper... Watson lowered his head and bit his lips lightly: "I really want to live with you forever."

Hearing what Watson said, Sherlock knew that his induction was successful. He couldn't impose his own thoughts on John, but he could only make him think that this was what he wanted and what he was willing... Sherlock raised his head slightly. The corner of the mouth suppressed the joy in his heart: "Yes, are you willing to live with me?"

Watson couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched the base of his nose. He felt an invisible force pulling all his thoughts, but it was too late, so he could only let himself fall, because it seemed that if he didn't do this, he would be at great risk , but he is still struggling: "We have always lived together."

"Yes, always, but I hope it's forever, John, are you willing to stay by my side forever?" Sherlock said persuasively, "You must know that everyone is saying that no one can bear me except you, and I have been tortured by you." Spoiled, I remember you said you'd be in charge."

"Responsible..." It seems that I have said such words, but it is actually very strange. Why should I be responsible to Sherlock? What kind of mood did I feel when I said this sentence?

"John, can you look at your own heart?" Sherlock managed to come to Watson without attracting Watson's attention, and looked into Watson's eyes seriously: "Why do you always indulge me like this? I can't tolerate anyone who says I'm wrong, why are you always standing in front of me when I'm in danger, why are you always...tolerating me like that? Don't you think there's a reason for all of this?"

"The reason..." Watson lowered his head in thought. The reason why he treated Sherlock like this is indeed very strange. If it is a friend, then why would he feel dissatisfied with Irene? To Sherlock: "I don't know... why."

"You know, John looked at me." Sherlock raised Watson's chin and looked at Watson with a smile: "You have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

"Answer... Do I have it?" Watson could barely breathe as his heart pounded against his chest, all because Sherlock was so close, and it seemed that an answer was about to come out.

"Are you right?" Sherlock gently held Watson's wrist, felt Watson's pulse, and said affirmatively, "Your pulse has accelerated, and I can hear your heart beating uncontrollably." , you dare not look me in the eye."

Hearing Sherlock's words, Watson unconsciously raised his head and looked into Sherlock's eyes. At this moment, it seemed that the air was condensed, because Watson saw the answer in Sherlock's eyes, an answer that he had been unwilling to admit... …

That smoky blue pupil is the answer, isn't it? I don't know when this strange color began to melt away in the world in front of me little by little until it stained the soul a little bit.

Watson raised his hand subconsciously to touch Sherlock's eyes, and then muttered to himself, "Yes, I know the answer, I know..."

"Can you tell me the answer?" Sherlock grabbed Watson's hand and put it in his own: "I really want to know, I really want to know that you feel the same as me."

The temperature from Sherlock's palm was overwhelming all the way, engulfing the whole brain with a hot breath, Watson felt that his body temperature was also rising, and the air seemed to become hot and dry.

Watson slowly narrowed the distance between himself and Sherlock, and when he realized it, his lips were already on Sherlock's eyes...

Watson was taken aback by his behavior. Just as he was about to push Sherlock away, Sherlock put his arms around his shoulders: "I like my eyes, why?"

"do not know……"

"Then look at me, and I'll tell you." Sherlock's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, and he expressed Watson's thoughts as it should be: "Because you like me, or should I say love me, I love you." I don't think that even if you are a husband and wife, you can entrust your life and even all your trust to each other, but you have such feelings for me, more passionate than ordinary couples."

"Is that so..." It seems that it is right, I am indeed willing to die to Sherlock, I have indeed entrusted all my trust to Sherlock, it is indeed... is it love?

"Don't you want to admit it yet?" Sherlock slowly bent down and approached Watson's lips slowly.

Feeling Sherlock's hot breath, there seemed to be something agitated in Watson's body. A man should not be unfamiliar with this agitation, because it is love.Desire... I actually fell in love with Sherlock.want?

This realization made Watson panic, but it was too late, his heartbeat had been replaced by Sherlock's breathing rhythm...

No, no... I always felt that I was being led by the nose. At the beginning, I also entrusted my life to Sherlock, but at that time, because I had no reason to live, I had the hope of living when I met Sherlock. So all of this must be taken care of!

Watson raised his barely stiff hands, gently pressed against Sherlock's chest, and finally pushed Sherlock away from the safe range with all his strength: "Sherlock, are you playing psychological induction and psychological suggestion?"

"Damn it." Sherlock's expression changed, and it turned out that Watson was not easy to fool, and he recovered so quickly.

"Are you doing any experiments?" Watson wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve: "What is the need for that case?"

Sherlock looked at Watson calmly, shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "It's not what the case requires."

"So this is what you need?"

"Hmm..." Sherlock put his hands in his trouser pockets, and looked at Watson unwillingly: "You have to admit, you were really emotional just now."

"Yes, I admit it!"

Hearing Watson's words, Sherlock was stunned for a moment, thinking that Watson would definitely try to quibble: "You admit it?"

"Yes..." Watson took a step forward, and Sherlock couldn't help but take a step back, because he couldn't know what Watson was thinking now, so he could only instinctively leave Watson's attack range.

Sherlock retreated to the edge of the sofa, but Watson still refused to let him go, Sherlock fell down on the sofa, raised his hands and said in a panic, "Okay...you want to beat me, I have nothing to say, but You have to confess your heart."

"Yes, I understand very well..." Watson looked at Sherlock, but his eyes were out of focus.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Watson suddenly pushed Sherlock down on the sofa, raised his usual smile, and said generously: "I like you, you are right."

Sherlock couldn't analyze the current state, and said puzzledly: "Then what are you going to do next?"

"What are you doing?" Watson curled his lips and said disdainfully, "You had a great time with me just now, mind control or something. You are really amazing. I used to underestimate you."

"I'm afraid you won't accept me. If you want to escape, it will be forever." Sherlock said with a lonely expression, "I can't stand you avoiding me forever."

"Well, I will indeed..." Watson also clasped Sherlock's wrist, felt his pulse and said, "It's not beating fast enough, why?"

"My self-control has always been beyond ordinary people..."

Watson bent down and blocked Sherlock's mouth, tearing up Sherlock's triumphant expression instantly, and said with a big smile, "Your pulse is normal now...but what about your stopping power?"

Sherlock froze for a moment, his unprecedented brain went blank temporarily... So John accepted himself?

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