save Sherlock

Sherlock felt the remaining temperature on his lips, and closed his eyes instantly...

"Pfft—" Watson looked at Sherlock's reaction and couldn't help laughing out loud: "Where's your self-control?"

Sherlock ignored Watson, but used these few seconds to restart his brain...

Watson looked at Sherlock's beating eyelids and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be nervous, I won't tease you if you admit defeat."

Suddenly, Sherlock opened his eyes, propped his upper body on his elbows, and said calmly, "I won't admit defeat."

Watson's hand was still clasped on Sherlock's wrist, and he could clearly feel that Sherlock's pulse was abnormally stable, and Sherlock's eyes were calm enough to be dangerous, which made Watson instinctively move his body slightly backward...

Watson swallowed and said, "Everything is negotiable..."

Before Watson finished speaking, he was blocked by Sherlock's lips. Although his soft lips were not warm, the moist and warm breath quickly filled the gap between his lips. It was hard to imagine the two lips touching each other. How can there be gaps in the stickers, but the hot and humid gas seems to penetrate everywhere, tearing off the fragile nerves...

It was like a huge danger rampantly invading, and Watson could only be forced to accept it, unable to move at all. However, the result of the fierce struggle only made him more at a loss. When his eyes touched Sherlock's smoky blue eyes, Everything suddenly quieted down...

What's wrong with Sherlock?

Watson smiled slightly, gave up all resistance, and was just getting ready for the indescribable and undetectable next second, but Sherlock's lips suddenly left.

Alternating cold and warm, the lips that have lost their coverage, feel the lower air temperature. Against the backdrop of the cold air, the warmth just now seems like a soldering iron, making people unconsciously doubt whether they have been burned...

Watson involuntarily licked his lips, making sure he was still conscious, and his nerve function was unprecedentedly sensitive. Even the hot and humid temperature on his tongue could evoke the disorienting throbbing just now.

And Sherlock looked at Watson with a confident look, obviously telling Watson that such a trivial matter as kissing is not difficult, and nothing can stop him—Sherlock Holmes.

"Pfft——" This time I really couldn't help it, Watson laughed loudly: "Hahaha... Sherlock... Hahaha, I don't know what to say anymore."

Sherlock's expression changed suddenly, he frowned at Watson, and said displeasedly, "What are you laughing at?"

"At this moment, I really believe that you are a god-man who doesn't understand the world and is completely indifferent..." Watson couldn't find a suitable adjective in his dictionary, and felt that Sherlock was like a blank sheet of paper. Apart from bluffing, he is purely like a six-year-old child, so his usual childishness has to be said to be his true colors.

...However, how did God allow pure childishness and seductive wisdom to exist in Sherlock at the same time?

After such a mixture, Sherlock has no sense of disobedience, and makes people want to explore, understand and even possess!

Watson gently stroked Sherlock's face with his hand, and then said with a doting smile, "No, I'm not laughing at anything..."

"Usually I would enjoy your pampering, but please don't treat me like an idiot now."

"You're not an idiot, you're Sherlock."

Sherlock paused, then looked at Watson quietly: "Yes, I am Sherlock, can you always be John?"

"I will always be with you."

"Then be John who will always be with me."

"Hmm..." Watson looked at Sherlock with eyes full of love, without any emotion.Desperately kissed Sherlock...

Watson gently rubbed Sherlock's lips, and Sherlock slowly relaxed, put his arms around Watson's shoulders, and rubbed Watson's lips... Watson bit Sherlock's lower lip funny, because his response was too cute.

"You're laughing again," Sherlock said angrily.

"Okay..." Watson raised his hands in surrender, and said helplessly, "I'll teach you what kissing is."

After finishing speaking, Watson pressed Sherlock on the sofa, lowered his head to hold Sherlock's lips, and bit them slightly vigorously. Before Sherlock could express his opinion, Watson took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Sherlock's mouth.

"Hehe——" After the kiss was over, Watson left Sherlock's lips panting heavily, and said with a broken smile, "How... how? Admit... defeat?"

Sherlock was still in the excitement just now, and the experience he had never had before made his eyes unfocused, so he could only stare at Watson in a daze...but Sherlock couldn't accept the inability to think, he would not let himself be so proud. at a disadvantage.

Sherlock's eyes suddenly changed, with unprecedented sharpness, as if he could penetrate everything, and of course he kissed Watson back with his unchanging self-confidence.

Watson was caught off guard and completely underestimated Sherlock's learning ability, and of course his ability to infer other things from one instance. Before he could react, his brain became a mess.

But Watson, who was unwilling to admit defeat, bit Sherlock's lip, and Sherlock bit Watson's lip back even more skillfully. Watson, who was a little obsessed with pain, lost control for a while. His own was Sherlock, so Watson accidentally bit Sherlock's lip.

"I'm sorry." Watson understood that Sherlock didn't resist because he was afraid of hurting himself.

Sherlock wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, and smiled with his lips pursed: "It's okay...but you can't control yourself first."

Seeing Sherlock's smug expression, he really wanted to overwhelm him and tear his arrogance away. Watson glanced at Sherlock, then tore open his shirt, and the buttons fell all over the place...

"That Sherlock, it's too noisy upstairs, do you want to go up and see your brother?" Mrs. Hudson appeared at the door of the living room with sleepy eyes and almost collapsed.

When she saw the two men in disheveled clothes, she quickly turned around and ran downstairs.

"Mrs. Hudson, didn't you say you wouldn't go upstairs casually?" Sherlock yelled helplessly.

Mrs. Hudson hid at the stairs and shut her mouth tightly, as if as long as she kept silent, she could take everything just now as an illusion...

"Hahahaha..." Watson pounded on the sofa and laughed wildly.

Sherlock looked depressed, and growled in a low voice: "Enough, John, it seems that you are also involved?"

"I know, but you're the disheveled one."

Sherlock took a step closer and stared into Watson's eyes: "Don't blame me if you're playing with fire."

"Hehe..." Watson hugged Sherlock's neck with a happy smile on his face.

"Boom—" There was a loud noise upstairs, which startled Sherlock and Watson.

"Leave them alone." Sherlock put his arms around Watson's waist.

"Bump—" It was another loud noise, no less than the noise of Sherlock shooting in the middle of the night to disturb the people.

Watson looked up at the ceiling, and hugged Sherlock a little tighter: "Leave them alone."

"Dong dong dong—" The sound this time couldn't be called noise at all. Those who didn't know it thought the house had collapsed.

"The voice doesn't seem right. If you don't go and check for a while, the police will come to your door." Watson pushed Sherlock away helplessly.

Sherlock looked up at the ceiling and listened carefully for a while. It seemed that such a movement was not right, and then he put on his slippers and went upstairs impatiently.

Watson tidied up his clothes and immediately ran up to him. As soon as he stood at the door of the attic, Watson was dumbfounded...

The room was in a mess, and the newly bought quilts and sheets were also "shattered" into strips and scattered in every corner. Mycroft and Lestrade fell to the ground. Although their clothes were intact, their faces were full. In a state of embarrassment, Mycroft's forehead bled a lot, and the corners of his eyes were scratched.

"Mycroft God will tell me, have you been punished?" Sherlock crossed his arms and looked at Mycroft mockingly.

Watson strode into his room and looked at all this in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this was the room he had just tidied up: "Mycroft, Lestrade, I have no grudge against you, right? It's my room!"

Sherlock leaned against the door, looking at Mycroft teasingly: "Such a loud noise has attracted the police, how do you explain it? Will you tell them your identity and let them leave?"

"Sherlock, that's enough!" Mycroft was furious, but his voice was obviously lacking in confidence: "I'm still your brother."

"What happened?" Watson looked at the two puzzled.

"Obviously at first Mycroft sat on the bed and Lestrade stood by the table, and Lestrade, ashamed and ashamed, offered to atone, but my dear brother must have said something to make Lestrade Trade panicked." Sherlock deliberately emphasized the word "terrific", and the smile on his face became even stronger: "Then Lestrade walked to the door, and my brother chased after him, but he didn't come out. Because of a certain state of mind, but it is definitely not a state of shame or anger, it is an emotion that does not dare to face the heart that makes Lestrade lose control of his behavior..."

"Enough!" Mycroft roared.

"Really, I haven't finished yet..." Sherlock was about to continue, but was hurriedly interrupted by Lestrade who had been silent.

"I didn't do it on purpose. It's all done. It has nothing to do with Mycroft. John, I will compensate you." Although Lestrade lowered his head, the blush on his face extended to the base of his ears, very It is obvious that people know that he is ashamed to see people now.

"It's not a question of whether to pay or not." Watson looked helplessly at his quilt and bed sheets: "What the hell happened to make the quilt and bed sheets like this?"

"John, apparently Lestrade sprained his foot while messing with my brother, and then Mycroft carried him to the bed, and Lestrade, in extreme fright, hit my brother with your lamp Then Lestrade foolishly tore the quilt to stop Mycroft's bleeding, but soon realized that a sheet should be used so that there would be no cotton wool." Sherlock looked at Mycroft's forehead, Holding back a smile, he continued, "I'm curious what you did to scare Lestrade to this extent."

"Wait..." Watson bent down to pick up the strip of cloth on the ground, looked at Sherlock in puzzlement and said, "But the crux of the problem is how to tear the sheet like this."

"The bed sheet is caused by two forces tearing each other, that is to say, my brother is trying his best to stop Lestrade, let's say it is, because I don't know if he had any other intentions at that time." After finishing speaking, Sherlock said ambiguously. He glanced at Mycroft.

Mycroft glanced at Sherlock in surrender: "Isn't your shirt pointing?"

"Obviously John pulled it off, so you should also understand that I have a big opinion on you!" Sherlock couldn't hide the disgust in his eyes.

After listening to Sherlock's words, Lestrade lowered his head even lower...

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