save Sherlock

As both Lestrade and Mycroft were so embarrassed, Watson decided at this point to show his friendliness, and retreated from the center of the attic to the door.

What a pair of treasures, but Mycroft also has today, really...

Watson couldn't help but glance at Sherlock.

With Sherlock's poisonous tongue, God must be open for business today, otherwise why would Mycroft be in such a mess?

Watson held back his smile, leaned into Sherlock's ear and said, "If you continue talking, will these two people jump off the building directly?"

"Do you think so?" Sherlock winked at Watson triumphantly.

Mycroft sighed heavily, and then looked at Watson with pleading eyes...

"Aren't you afraid to say..." Watson received Mycroft's distress signal and said to Sherlock, "Let's go down first."

If he didn't leave, with Lestrade's blushing, he might explode.

"Okay..." Sherlock turned around slowly, not forgetting to remind: "Remember to restore the room to its original state."

Mycroft was moved to tears watching Sherlock leave. Although he was the one who took the initiative to find this younger brother, and he really hoped that Sherlock would take the initiative to find him one day, but... if possible, Mycroft hopes that Sherlock will always be there. Don't come looking for yourself.

As Watson went downstairs, he recalled the scene just now...

There is really an indescribable sense of smoothness.

"Pfft—" Watson couldn't help laughing again.

Sherlock glanced at Watson and couldn't help laughing: "Hehehe..."

"Do you think Mycroft will hate us to death?"

"It doesn't matter. I'm more worried about Lestrade."

"Do you have anyone to worry about?"

"Don't be jealous." Sherlock smiled slightly, leaning into Watson's ear and said, "I'm just worried about what posture he will appear in tomorrow morning."

"Just kidding, who would be jealous?"

With an expression of disbelief, Sherlock slowly approached the corner of Watson's mouth...

again?Forget it, the scene just now was too embarrassing.

Watson turned his head away puzzled, and said falteringly, "Well... I think, let's talk about what we have tomorrow."

Sherlock stared at Watson's face, then slowly moved away, and said helplessly, "Okay..."

Never thought Sherlock was so cute, really...

Watson gave Sherlock a grateful look, and immediately ran downstairs to the living room.

Sherlock rubbed his nose...

Is it necessary to run so fast?

Sherlock felt that the little joy he got from beating Mycroft could not offset the depression of the boiled duck running away. As a boiled duck, Watson ran very fast, but he made a mistake when he saw the messy living room. Disaster.

Wouldn't it be nice to let Sherlock sleep in the living room?

Watson spared his head in trouble, and looked up the whole living room.

Well, if my wife doesn't hurt, who will?

Watson consciously entered Sherlock's room, picked up the quilt and was about to sleep in the living room, but was stopped by Sherlock.

"You sleep here." Sherlock said, pointing to his bed.

"Then where do you sleep?" Watson looked at Sherlock with a smile, "I'm a man..."

No, Sherlock is also a man.

Watson couldn't describe this weird relationship for a while, and he pursed his lips tightly.

It doesn't matter, anyway, as a man, he should give way to his partner!

Watson hugged the quilt tightly and looked at Sherlock gently: "I have always taken care of you, so I slept on the sofa."

Sherlock gave Watson a blank look, and said in a bad tone: "Between the two of us, you are not special in terms of gender, you are not unique in terms of IQ, and I am even higher than you in terms of physical fitness."

"What do you mean?" Watson frowned slightly.

Hearing Sherlock's words, do you mean that you are not as good as him?

With one hand on his hip, Watson said displeasedly, "Do you want to sleep on the sofa?"

"No."

"what is that?"

"Why didn't you think that we could sleep in bed together?"

This question...hasn't really thought about it, sharing the same bed with Sherlock? !

Watson's pupils shrank, obviously frightened: "This... are you sure?"

"Shouldn't couples sleep together?" Sherlock picked up a book from the table, pointed to it and said, "It's on the third line of the fifth page of No. 20."

Is this a book about relationships?

Watson staggered back a step...

It's a little hard to digest, but thinking about it, this is indeed Sherlock's style. He must go the best way if he wants to know, and it is reasonable to read books to gain knowledge.

"Ahem..." Watson coughed a few times, looked at Sherlock again with a smile and said, "Things about feelings are not suitable for books, and your study direction is wrong."

"Really?" Sherlock looked at Watson suspiciously: "Then what should it be like?"

"You can sleep in a separate room even if you are married." It is indeed possible, and I am not lying about this.

"Don't you need to sleep together?"

"Need not."

Well, there is a sense of guilt for lying to children.

Watson turned his head away from Sherlock's tangled expression.

It's really... mainly because I'm not ready to live with Sherlock in this way.

Watson gave Sherlock a slightly apologetic look, and was ashamed of his behavior: "Okay, I'm going out to sleep, you have a good rest."

I really feel sorry for coaxing such a simple Sherlock...

Watson breathed a sigh of relief, and just as he was about to stride away with the quilt in his arms, he was tripped by Sherlock and fell to the ground. He was about to hit the back of his head on the ground, but Sherlock nimbly hugged his head.

"You think I'm easy to deceive?" Sherlock only covered Watson's head, and let his body come into close contact with the floor.

Is this Sherlock's style?Suddenly, I felt that Sherlock was very cute in the past, as long as I followed him, but now...

Watson rubbed his shoulder that was sore from the fall, and immediately got up: "That... I am because of... this..."

"Not ready, are you? Do you think it's strange to live with me in this way in the future?" Sherlock stared into Watson's eyes and said with irresistible eyes.

Well... Sherlock is worthy of being Sherlock, he has been persuaded.

Watson sighed helplessly: "Let's talk about it tomorrow."

Sherlock stood in front of Watson, pushed him hard onto the bed, and said expressionlessly, "Even if you want to escape, you can't hide for a lifetime."

Well... Sherlock is right, he should face it.

Before Watson could make a comment, the lights in the room went out.

Huh?This is, is Sherlock going to sleep with himself?

Watson stiffened, feeling Sherlock's body temperature from behind, almost wanting to stop breathing, but it turned out that Watson enjoyed the reassuring feeling and soon fell asleep.

Sherlock, who was about to say something more, couldn't help sighing when he heard Watson's long breathing.

I am a man, so I have to take care of Watson in the future, but usually it is the wife who takes care of the husband...

Hearing Watson's even breathing, Sherlock soon felt drowsy. No matter how he was in his arms, he felt at ease. Soon there were only two slow breathing sounds of the same frequency in the room...

The next day, Watson woke up early in the morning.

He slept really, probably because Sherlock was by his side?

Watson sat up and stretched, and glanced at Sherlock who was still asleep. He was wearing the shirt that Watson tore off yesterday, so now he could see his half-open chest.

I have to say that Sherlock's skin is pretty good, what's the effect of feeding him milk every day?

Watson leaned over and gently touched Sherlock's chest.

Sleeping Sherlock is so cute, at least he can be slaughtered.

Sherlock suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed Watson's hand, and sat up slowly: "Okay... what do you want to do early in the morning?"

What are you doing?I want to do more!

Watson withdrew his hand and took Sherlock's.

After a night of adaptation, Watson was no longer entangled, and Sherlock was not so unattainable anymore.

Look at his curly hair, sleepy eyes, and the way his clothes are opened wide. He is so innocent that people can't help but want to ravage him.

Watson leaned closer to Sherlock's face, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.

Sherlock's appearance is really cute, how many times cuter than his usual haughty face.

"...Just want to kiss me?" Sherlock looked at Watson's cat-stealing look, and a smile flashed in his eyes: "Wouldn't you kiss me in a fair way?"

"I am aboveboard." Watson knelt down in front of Sherlock, lowered his head and held his lips...

After the kiss was over, the two parted breathlessly, with a silver thread between their lips.

The noun "early morning" also means other verbs for men, so Sherlock and Watson couldn't help being emotional.

Anyway, there is nothing to do today, it is better to overwhelm Sherlock.

Watson put his arms around Sherlock's neck: "You look too attractive, don't blame me."

"Well, I won't blame you..." Sherlock said with a smile in his eyes, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Well, since you said you won't blame me, then I can do whatever I want." Watson pushed Sherlock down and held his shoulders firmly.

Sherlock put his arms around Watson's waist: "Who ran away last night?"

"Give me a chance to repent." Watson said softly, bowing his head next to Sherlock's ears.

"Okay..." Sherlock looked up into Watson's eyes, and Watson also put aside his extra restraint...

"Ding ding—" suddenly a phone call came to mind.

What an annoying phone call, who doesn't have eyes?

Watson ignored the ringtone and picked up Sherlock's shirt. Sherlock also responded with concentration...

"Ding ding—" the phone rang again.

Who is it?Is it annoying?

Watson strode out of bed, picked up Sherlock's cell phone impatiently, and said in a bad tone, "Who?"

"Uh... what did I do wrong?" Lestrade said awkwardly when he heard Watson's voice, "I'm looking for Sherlock, I have something urgent."

What's the rush, can you be more anxious... than yourself?

Watson gave the phone a blank look, but then handed the phone to Sherlock.

Sherlock took the mobile phone from Watson and said in a hoarse voice, "Lestrade, I thought you couldn't get up this morning. Did anything happen between you and my dear brother?"

In front of his subordinates, Lestrade blushed, "This...that, I'm really in a hurry."

"Okay, what's the matter?"

"He is back."

"Who?"

"Moriarty." Lestrade paused and said, "This morning, the prison, museum, and bank were all invaded by him."

Sherlock clenched the phone tightly and immediately asked, "What's going on?"

"He doesn't seem to want to escape at all. We have captured him. Do you want to come and see?"

Sherlock hung up the phone, looking at the front with a pensive expression...

Look at Sherlock, what happened?New case?

Watson couldn't help interrupting Sherlock's train of thought: "What happened?"

"Moriarty is back."

Moriarty?Did you hear me right, Moriarty?

Watson looked at Sherlock in surprise: "So... what conspiracy does he have?"

Sherlock didn't answer, but just turned his eyes back to the wall, thinking quietly...

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