[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

But none of that matters.

Like her feet hanging in mid-air, Jessica's whole body seemed to be soaked in hot water, wrapped in warm breath.Her arms clung to Sherlock like vines, her slightly curled knuckles wrapped around broad shoulders.

It was a long and hasty kiss.

Sherlock's lips explored jerky, trying cautiously.Jessica realizes that maybe this is the only chance in her life to take the lead in the relationship with Sherlock, but her brain is dizzy, and she can only be uncontrollably and endlessly demanded by the other party.

It took a long time for them to separate, but their foreheads were still tightly pressed against each other.Jessica felt herself being lightly placed on the ground by Sherlock, while the tip of his nose lingered on hers.

Sherlock's breath hit her cheek, and she could feel his chest begin to vibrate, and a deep voice rang in her ears.

"You are so sweet." He said seriously.

Jessica's legs gave way, and if she hadn't held Sherlock's neck, she would definitely have fallen to the ground.

This can really kill.

Resisting the urge to laugh, she buried her head in Sherlock's shoulder.

"You're laughing," Sherlock wrapped his arms around her stiffly, making the two of them cuddle even tighter. "Why?"

His tone was full of confusion, and no one could not feel pity for it.

"Because you're being stupid." Jessica replied happily, then deliberately raised her head to see Sherlock's expression, of course there was only a thick darkness.

She reached out and touched Sherlock's chin, generously offering a shallow kiss.

So Sherlock took the opportunity to hold her face in his cup, his lips covering it again.

Are they still in danger, their lives hanging by a thread?

Jessica thought vaguely, recklessly indulging herself in this game of chase again.

At this time, there was another slight vibration above their heads.

Jessica let out a "huh", and when she noticed Sherlock's movement, she quickly wrapped her eyes around him and grabbed his footsteps.

Her eyes widened, and she said viciously, "Don't even think about it."

"Just grab a flashlight..." Sherlock murmured, the last part of his sentence being swallowed up by a louder noise.

They froze there, listening to the roar of the machine echoing continuously in the enclosed space.Jessica vaguely felt the ground shake for a while, and then there was a ray of light at the exit, so holy it felt like she heard Hallelujah.

"Has anyone found out...?"

The joy of being alive after the catastrophe welled up in her heart. Before Jessica could do anything to celebrate, she heard Sherlock snort, "I speculate that it was Mycroft who finally did something timely. time."

His calm demeanor throughout could fool anyone into thinking he'd expected this.

If Jessica hadn't already known his previous plan clearly.

A faint voice came from the gap, "Is there anyone there?"

"We're down there!" Jessica yelled, hoarsely, "We're here!"

"My God," exclaimed the man above, "I said I was right."

The voice sounded like Lestrade's.

Sherlock expressed surprise in his own way, "This will be my Christmas joke for no less than ten years."

****

The burnt forest has turned his family's hideaway into something straight out of a horror movie.

Even though he's been sleeping on a bench in the police station these days - not a good experience - he can't even imagine living here alone.

"Are you sure you want to live here?" Lestrade asked, frowning in the driver's seat, "Maybe I can..."

"Oh no, thanks," he said quickly, "I'm better off here."

Lestrade shrugged, looking in a good mood. After all, his noble mission from Manchester had come to an end with Dr. Lecter's death.

He wondered about Lestrade's future plans, and as Lestrade stopped the car at the intersection, he ushered in an unexpected farewell.

"I've applied for a position in London," said Lestrade, looking over at him solemnly, "and I think we'll have to say goodbye."

It was a good arrangement, and he couldn't think of a better one.

"Then I wish you all the best." He nodded, opened the door and got out of the car.

Lestrade shook his head, restarted the car, and said to him standing at the intersection through the half-open window: "Have a good sleep, Sherlock, call if you have anything to do."

He was noncommittal.

The leaves slapped each other under the action of the wind, rattling.He wrinkled his nose amidst the seemingly indistinct burnt smell, and at the moment Lestrade was about to leave, he still spoke.

"Thank you, Sergeant."

Lestrade froze for a moment, then showed a funny expression, "You have already thanked me, Sherlock."

"Last time it was because you saved me," he said, "this time it's because you let us see enough of the Mycroft jokes."

He still remembered that when he came to the ground, he immediately made Mycroft look deflated, admitting that he was not as good as a rookie policeman who had just joined the job in this matter.

This replaces the haggard and surprised goofiness that would have killed him in embarrassment otherwise.

"No one can read Mr. Holmes' jokes except you," Lestrade rolled his eyes, "I'm just lucky... Speaking of which, when you came out from there, it seemed that some great happy event happened. Same, I mean, of course being saved is a joyful thing, but how do you feel about me..."

He recalled what had happened, and interrupted Lestrade before his own cheeks burned.

As for other struggles and decisions that were not implemented in time, he did not intend to let more people know.

So Lestrade would not know how grateful he was, grateful that he was saved.

"I thought you were rushing to close the case," he waved his hand. "Goodbye, officer."

He watched the blue and white police car drive a few meters away, and then stopped suddenly. Lestrade poked out half of his head, and his voice floated along the wind, "So can we meet again in the future?"

"Definitely." He stood still and waved his hand again.

The car disappeared around a bend in the road.

He turned and walked up the familiar gravel path, crossed the porch, and walked to the door. The moment he was busy pulling out the key, the door opened.

"Sherlock."

Mom and Dad appeared, and they embraced him, the salty taste of the Mediterranean, like a sea breeze over his senses.

"You have to tell us, Sherlock," Mom looked at him suspiciously, from the black eyes to the wrinkled trousers, "Mycroft didn't tell us anything."

He was "glad" to hear that McCoff was dumping the mess on someone else again.

"What's going on with this fire? Why were you called to the police station?" Mom threw questions at his head, "Or would you rather explain why you came back in the first place?"

"Why did our cabin fall down?" Dad muttered after him. "I kind of like it."

"I'll fix it, Dad," he promised, "and Mom, it's a long story..."

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Duan Xiaojun urges everyone to quickly read the extra content in the comment area of ​​the last chapter!Especially @水喜@普家梅花 (serious face)

PS thanks to Lei from [Meow Claw Mark]~

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(I still don’t know how to watch the background, I’m so stupid