[Comprehensive Sword Three] Who dares to hit my son

Agreed, what else can he say.

Both Goyle and Braque didn't like such activities, and after getting Draco's permission, the two went to find something to eat.The four people here, in groups of two and two, are distributed on the left and right of the lady's portrait, which seems harmonious.

Mrs. Rich looked at the four children around her, picked up the closed fan, opened it to cover the lower half of her face, and smiled silently.She has stayed in this castle for so long, and she has almost never seen Gryffindor and Slytherin students playing together. Now seeing this lineup is really novel.

But this has nothing to do with her, she is just a portrait, which has been hung on the stairway of Hogwarts for so many years, and the only entertainment she can get with living people is to talk to the students who come and go.But they are so energetic and often have a lot of things to do, very few children would spend so much time chatting with such a portrait.

So Harry and the others are willing to chat with her for so long, she is very happy.I am also happy to tell them what I have seen from hanging here.Sometimes when something is said, Draco can extend it a little bit, which is amazing.

"I didn't expect you to know quite a lot." Hermione was surprised. She thought that Draco was only a little more familiar with the history of Slytherin, but now it seems that he is also familiar with many other things. Very insightful.

Ron was a little annoyed. That kid Malfoy is a pure-blood wizard himself, so it's normal that he knows more than Harry and Hermione who live in the Muggle world!But when he thought that he was also a pure-blood wizard, Ron could only let it go.

"Of course." Draco raised his head arrogantly: "The Malfoy family wants to be the best in everything."

Mrs. Rich supported one of her cheeks with one hand, rested her chin on the back of the chair, looked at Draco's airy appearance, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, decades ago, I also Met a Slytherin student."

"Smell like Malfoy!" Ron said indignantly.

"No." Mrs. Rich shook her head, her thoughts were flying: "That kid is a half-blood wizard with a good temper, looks very polite, and is also very handsome. Since he entered school, all his grades have been the first in his grade. At that time, the students of Ravenclaw were very unconvinced. Although they gritted their teeth and said that they would definitely take back the number one throne, they failed. In the end, he became a Slytherin prefect and graduated with excellent grades. It's a pity What’s more, although he submitted an application to stay in school, he was not approved.”

"Didn't that senior ever come back?" Harry asked.

"He has come back and tried to submit an application to stay in school again, but unfortunately he was rejected." Mrs. Rich said regretfully: "Poor Tom, the last time I saw him, he looked very bad. He is not as energetic as before, and his temperament has become even more gloomy. In those days, he was often seen going around on the eighth floor."

"His name is Tom?"

"Yes." Mrs. Rich smiled and said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle."

43. Professor Quirrell

"What are you doing here!" Snape's stern voice came from behind.

A few radish heads looked back, and the Snake King of Slytherin was staring straight at them with sharp eyes.

"Godfather, I..." Draco stood up to say something, but was interrupted by Snape.

"In school, you should call me Professor Snape, Draco." Snape's eyes were full of disapproval: "I told you. It's still with this group of stupid and arrogant Gryffindors." After staying for a while, you have also contracted some bad problems."

"You..." Ron couldn't stand someone insulting Gryffindor at all, and wanted to choke back when he heard this sentence.

"Calm down, Ron!" Hermione held Ron firmly, and whispered in his ear: "You will give Snape a reason to deduct points for doing this. If this continues, Harry and I will earn money in class." The extra points you got are not enough for you to deduct."

Ron was angry and annoyed, but he had no way to refute what Hermione said, and finally he could only bow his head and snort angrily.

Hermione sighed helplessly. Ron has many advantages, sincerity and bravery, but he is too impulsive and easily irritated, which is not a good thing.

"What? It looks like Ron has something else he wants to tell me." Snape walked forward slowly, lowering his body slightly, giving a sense of oppression.

The shadow cast by his tall body completely enveloped Ron, and Ron felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and couldn't help shivering.

Suddenly Harry stepped in and stood in front of Ron.

Snape's expression was suddenly complicated, and Harry could see it clearly. He saw that his eyes were full of disgust and resentment, but when his eyes met, they were instantly filled with sadness and guilt.

He took a few steps back before speaking again, glanced to the side, but his words were full of sarcasm: "Does our boy who survived catastrophe want to come out to uphold justice again? That's right, the eyes of the whole school these days Everything revolves around you, and people follow suit in everything you do. After class, the students all follow your example and waste time in the stairwell. It's so noisy, can anyone continue to study hard! Or..."

Snape turned his head around, looking at Harry's face, but not his eyes, and said, "Our savior enjoys the feeling of being unique and sought after by everyone?"

"No, Professor Snape." Harry replied calmly, "I've lived in the Muggle world since I was a child. I'm just really curious about these things, and I don't have any other ideas."

Snape finally met Harry's eyes, stared into his eyes for a long time, Harry didn't back down, just stood there frankly and let Snape look at him.

"...better like this." Snape turned around, glanced at Draco out of the corner of his eye, and strode out.The breeze of movement brushed his black cloak, drawing arc after arc in the air.

"Actually...Professor Snape..." Draco wanted to explain something to the Gryffindor trio, for example, Professor Snape was not as unkind as they thought, but in the end he didn't I can speak.

Although Snape was strict, he was extremely defensive. To the students of Slytherin, he naturally had a very high prestige, but to the students of other houses, his behavior could only be described as unreasonable. And Snape did, and everyone called him a greasy old bat.

And he was also a student of Slytherin, so his defense of Snape was not convincing to them.

After struggling for a long time, Draco finally could only snort coldly, and followed in the footsteps of his godfather and left.

"People in Slytherin are unreasonable bastards, especially that Snape!" When they were nowhere to be seen, Ron shook off Hermione's hand and sat down on the stairs, hating Hate Road.

"...You should call him Professor Snape." Hermione thought for a long time, and could only say this dryly.It was true that she admired Snape's knowledge, but regarding his words and deeds...it was hard to say anything.

"I don't think he should be a bad guy." Harry said lightly.

"What did you say!" Ron jumped up suddenly, shaking Harry's shoulders excitedly: "Didn't you be caught by Snape..."

After receiving Hermione's stare, he changed his words again: "You are so scared by Professor Snape! Ever since you went to school, he has been

Targeting you, using your name to mock you, he even embarrassed you in public during the first Potions class, if you hadn't previewed it well before, he would have used that reason to detain Gryffindor separated! "

"You have the nerve to say that!" Hermione said angrily, "You're talking about how many points Gryffindor lost because you didn't prepare for anything!"

"That's him making things difficult for me!" Ron argued.

The two little friends next to him were noisy, but Harry stood by and pressed the scar on his forehead in a daze.

Just now, the scar that was said to be left by Voldemort did not hurt.

Since entering school, this scar has flared up many times.Harry observed it, and found that when the scar was hurting, there were only two people who could be suspicious.

Professor Snape and Professor Quirrell.

Professor Dumbledore once said that he looks like his father, but his eyes are like his mother.

According to Snape's age, he should be in the same period as his parents.When he looked at himself, he was very disgusted, but when he looked at his own eyes, he occasionally showed guilt and nostalgia.It shows that he is very likely to know his biological parents, and he hates his father very much, but has a good relationship with his mother.

Plus, the first question he'd asked himself in his first Potions class - what would you get from adding daffodil root powder to an infusion of wormwood?

For a while, Anna clamored to open another flower shop and bought a lot of books about the flower language of plants and flowers to learn. The language of flowers has taught the children a lot.

Narcissus was a Victorian lily that meant "my guilt follows you to the grave", while wormwood meant "absent"

, Harry's biological mother's name is Lily. According to this interpretation, the meaning of that sentence is-I am sorry for Lily's death.

Harry felt a little unsure at this point, after all who would want to apologize in such a cryptic way?Moreover, this is simply not a method that ordinary people can understand.At least Harry can assure you that at his age, he can count those who can interpret it in this way on the palm of his hand.

However, it is always certain that Professor Snape has different deep feelings for his biological mother, and he himself asked Professor Dumbledore, and his answer was - Snape is a person who can entrust his life.

If it wasn't Professor Snape, then there would only be Professor Quirrell who said he had encountered a vampire, wrapped his head with a large scarf all day long, and stammered like garlic.

On Professor Quirrell, sometimes there is always a rotten smell hidden under the smell of garlic. Others may not know it, but Harry, who often sneaks into his brother's anatomy laboratory, knows it very well. —the smell of death.

Harry put his hand on the sachet Anna had given him and squeezed it tightly.

"Ah!" Anna sneezed heavily, touched her face and said strangely, "Could it be that someone is thinking about me?"

She shook her head, leaned into the rocking chair in front of the window, and slowly fell asleep.

The breeze blew, and the white gauze curtains in front of the window were blown up, revealing the scenery outside the window. On the inconspicuous street corner facing the window, a curly-haired man in a windbreaker and a scarf was looking at it. .

Mycroft embraced the man's shoulder from behind, patted him vigorously, and said, "Welcome back, my brother."

44. come on

Diogenes Club

In the spacious and gorgeous living room, the expensive and exquisite furniture is placed in an orderly manner. On the small mahogany table next to the window sill, there are fresh white lilies in full bloom in the white and beautiful oriental porcelain.Sunlight shines in through the windows, making the dewdrops on the petals even more crystal clear, which complements the curtains with exquisite European classical patterns printed and dyed next to it.

Mycroft has been staying here with his useless younger brother for half an hour. Sherlock is leaning on the sofa, clasping his hands together, putting his hands on his chin, closing his eyes and saying nothing, like a statue, only lightly The fluttering slender eyelashes showed that he was actually a living person.

McCoff was not in a hurry, and slowly tasted the sweets brought up by the service staff. He didn't raise his eyes to look at Sherlock until he finished his last bite, washed his hands, and dried his hands.

"You know this is the living room, not the hall, so we can talk, Sherlock." Mycroft said, with a carelessness in his voice.

"Oh, oh." Sherlock opened his eyes: "Then I think you also know that I don't want to talk to you now, my dear brother."

"It really hurts me to say that, Sherlock." Mycroft said aggrieved words, but there was no such emotion in his tone, and his movements were even more casual. He slightly twirled the ring on his left ring finger , seems to be trying to find a better angle of appreciation: "After all, I was the first to welcome you back to London. And I didn't disturb you at all during your holiday, so that you can fully entertain yourself."

"I said, I'm cleaning up the criminal network left by Moriarty..."

"This matter was almost done two years ago, and all your notoriety has been washed away long ago, but you haven't come back for a long time. What is it for? Sherlock?" Mycroft interrupted Sherlock. He seemed to have finally found an angle, stopped paying attention to his ring, and rested his chin on his hands, resting his elbows on his thighs, looking at Sherlock with interest in his eyes.

There was a silence in the air.After a long time, Sherlock finally spoke, and there was an unbearable breath in his voice: "I think you know better than anyone else, don't pretend to be stupid, Mycroft, no one will believe you if you pass the show, I can't believe you didn't monitor the phone call I made to Anna."

"I don't want to offend, it's just for safety reasons." Mycroft's body retracted even more into the sofa, his hands drooped naturally, wrapping around his legs, and the corners of his mouth curled up a little: "But I've never I thought that my unreasonable brother would one day be confused by love."

"I didn't expect that you who have almost no feelings and follow the maximization of interests in everything will get married so soon." The curly-haired man choked back, his words were poisonous and sharp: "In my prediction, I may wait for you When you are in your seventies and eighties, when your teeth fall out and you can no longer move, you will find someone who is convenient to take care of you to be your partner, of course, if you live to that time."

"It can be seen that the world is always unsatisfactory." Mycroft shrugged: "So, are you finally planning to return to live in London?"

"I haven't made any plans yet. I came back this time mainly to attend Watson's wedding. Even if I can't be there, it would be good to wish him well."

"It sounds like John Watson has more face than the whole of the UK. I hoped to get your help to protect the security of the UK, but I didn't see you promised to come back."

"Your ability is enough to handle it, and you don't necessarily need me."

"It's always nice to be able to work less."

"If it's just these things, I think I should go." Sherlock typed a few keys on the phone, then got up and put on his windbreaker and scarf.

"It's your little apprentice." Mycroft tilted his head, his eyes slanted upwards to look at Sherlock, his eyes were full of determination: "If you want me to say that Anna really has vision, every child is extraordinary... "

Sherlock didn't stop what he was doing, quickly tied up his scarf, and strode towards the door, his tall and straight figure was crisp and neat, without any hesitation.

"Sherlock." Mycroft suddenly stopped Sherlock again.

Sherlock didn't make a sound, but turned his head about 90 degrees, half of his handsome face faced Mycroft's gaze, obviously indicating what he wanted to say.

"I think Anna was just talking out of anger at the time. After so many years, maybe the impulse at that time has dissipated long ago. You don't need to avoid it so cautiously. Maybe this time John's wedding is a good opportunity."

Sherlock turned around, looked at Mycroft a few times: "You want me to trust a person who has been sleeping with his partner in separate rooms these days?"

"Today I can convince Greg to let me move back." Mycroft looked very confident.

"I'm afraid it won't work, Mycroft." Sherlock shook the phone in his hand, a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I just texted Lestrade, told him that I was not dead, and said You are aware of everything and participated in the planning. Judging from his text message back, he is not in a very good mood."

The vermilion wooden door was gently opened and then gently closed. Mycroft gritted his teeth: "This brat!"

………………

"Mom, don't move." Misha sat in front of the easel, carefully painting the canvas.Anna was sitting on the sofa, hugging a pillow in her hands, maintaining a posture, propped there stiffly.

"Misha, is this pose really good?" Anna asked hesitantly. Recently, Misha is learning to draw and is in urgent need of models. She especially loves to draw figures. Neither Hannibal nor Anna can escape his clutches, but they are studying at school. Harry survived.

Although Anna has never been a painting model, just because she hasn't eaten pork doesn't mean she hasn't seen a pig run. Misha just asked Anna to choose a comfortable posture to sit in. How comfortable it is, it is really the image in Anna's impression. Very different.

"It's okay, Mom." Misha drew on the paper earnestly, and glanced at Anna from time to time: "Mom looks good no matter what."

This child has a sweet mouth!

Anna, who was happy in her heart, concentrated on being her model, but saw Hannibal come out of the study, tidied up his clothes, and looked like he was planning to go out.

Misha also heard the movement, kept her eyes on the painting, but asked, "Brother, are you planning to go out?"

"Yeah." Hannibal's face was as usual, with a warm smile: "The tutor has something to do with me. I'll be back soon."

"Go, go, pay attention to safety on the road." Misha urged.

The teenager who was in the stage of transition from youth to teenager walked past the living room, nodded to Anna, and Anna responded with a smile.

laugh.

The focus list shows that Hannibal's position and Anna's position slowly elongate, change more and more, and finally disappear quickly.

Anna was still smiling and sitting there as a model for her little daughter, but in private she opened her friends list and looked at Mo's personal location.

After staring at it for a long time, she finally sighed silently in her heart and closed the list.

45. Goodbye

In a high-end western restaurant, Anna sat opposite Watson and Mary, who were about to become a couple.

The food on the table is dazzling and diverse, but the thoughts of the people sitting on the table are obviously more colorful.

As one of the couple's best friends, Anna was offered to be a bridesmaid as a matter of course, and she jumped at it.

However, Watson has suddenly become a little weird these days, and it doesn't mean that there is a serious problem. It's just that every time he sees Anna, he always hesitates, his eyes wander, and he hesitates to speak. Thinking about something.

Just like now, Anna and Mary are happily talking about the layout of the wedding scene, food, rankings, etc., but Watson is just eating the food on the porcelain plate in front of him mechanically, his eyes are circling around Anna secretly, his thoughts I don't even know where it flew to.

Mary didn't seem to notice, she was still chatting with Anna with a smile on her face, as if she didn't see her husband-to-be flirting with other women, but the hand under the table quickly touched Hua's. Raw thighs, and then... twisted hard.

"Oh!" Watson cried out in pain. He jumped up reflexively, and then hit the bottom of the table with a loud impact sound. He bounced back into the chair again. Judging by the expression on his face It seems that the injury is obviously serious.

"Mary, you..."

"Honey, you are so careless." Mary turned her head and comforted her with distressed face: "It's a good thing the food hasn't been spilled, so you should be more careful when eating."

Later, he added a meaningful sentence: "Anna is still here, don't be rude..."

Only then did Watson seem to have come to his senses, and coughed a few times in a disguised way: "I'm sorry, Anna, I... didn't sleep very well yesterday."

"It's okay." Anna smiled tolerantly: "There are always a lot of things that need to be prepared before the wedding. These days are hard and normal. I understand, but you still need to rest well."

But she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that under Watson's gaze, she also felt a little bit uninspired.

After being interrupted by Mary, Watson finally recovered. Although his expression was still a little hesitant at times, he was able to talk about the topics they were talking about.

"Ah, I want to go to the bathroom. I'll be back soon. Wait a minute." Anna apologized. After obtaining the understanding of the Watsons and his wife, she got up and left, heading for the bathroom.

As soon as Anna left, Watson immediately relaxed, leaning on the back of the chair and panting slightly.

"John, you are so unnatural. It almost says that I have something very important to hide from you." Mary sighed, raised her goblet and filled her mouth with red wine. The helplessness in my heart.

"You know I'm not good at this, let alone this kind of thing." Watson was full of grievances. He just learned the news that Sherlock was not dead a few days ago, and his heart was full of joy and anger. It was his friend who was still alive, and he was angry that he had lied to him for so many years.

Watson held back his anger and asked Sherlock if Anna knew about it now. Sherlock actually said that Anna found out on the day he suspended his death, and called and dumped him, saying that he never wanted to see him again.

So he was the only one who was kept in the dark! ! !

Watson felt even more angry.But when he heard that Sherlock was dumped, he was secretly relieved. It kind of feels like you have today.

But then came more serious problems.Watson hopes that Sherlock can be his best man to attend his wedding with Mary, but if he does so, he will inevitably bump into Anna who is the bridesmaid, and no one knows what will happen then.

Watson has been sad every day since then.

Mary felt helpless looking at her husband's gloomy look. She glanced in the direction of the bathroom from the corner of her eye, and saw a tall, well-wrapped man with slightly curly hair hurrying towards the bathroom.

... Mary dared to use her hidden former secret agent status to guarantee that the man who had just walked past was named Sherlock Holmes.

Well, it looks like things will be resolved soon.Mary cut a small piece of steak and brought it to her mouth with a fork. As for her husband... let him struggle for a few more days.

………………

Anna stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, stretched out her hands and picked up a handful of clean water, breathed it on her face, then took out a tissue to dry off the water droplets hanging on her skin.

Raise your face and look at yourself in the mirror. The oriental beauty in the mirror has blue silk like black hair and picturesque eyebrows. There is no expression on her face, but she has a special charm.Behind the beauty is exquisite decoration, the wooden frame is inlaid with glass, and under the illumination of the light, it exudes a glittering light, twinkling and twinkling, beautiful.

Suddenly, a blurry figure flashed on the transparent glass. It looked like a tall adult male, but his face was already blurred on the glass, and only the deerstalker hat on his head was still faintly visible.

"...I thought it would take you longer to dare to appear in front of me, Sherlock." Anna said calmly to the mirror, lowered her head and continued to wipe her hands.

The man gradually showed his figure, his figure was straight, and his demeanor was so cold that it was a bit unreasonable.A pair of eyes were covered by the shadow cast by the hat, but Anna could clearly feel that he was looking at her.

"Long time no see, Anna." The man said, his voice was deep and clear, and it was cold and at the same time carried a different kind of charm.

Anna turned around, and slowly walked in front of the man, swaying, but her face was expressionless: "Didn't I say I don't want to see you? Sherlock."

Sherlock froze there, motionless, very silent, his whole face seemed to have been carved, the lines were cold, but there was a stubborn aura.

"I...I'm sorry, Anna, I'm sorry." Sherlock obviously seldom apologized to others, he stuttered, and he didn't have the witty words when solving the case, but his words were very sincere: "I have never considered I don't care about your thoughts, I don't care about other people's feelings when I do things, I..."

The scene is very cold, like in the cold winter, it is horribly cold, the whole space seems to be frozen, without a trace of life.

"...Pfft." Anna chuckled suddenly, as if the spring breeze had melted the ice.

She suddenly took a step forward, leaned forward, leaned her face on Sherlock's chest, and put her hands on his shoulders, forming a small hug.

"Welcome back, Sherlock, welcome back." Anna listened to the man's heartbeat and said softly.

At the beginning, I said in a rage that I didn't want to see Sherlock come back, but I regretted it a few days later, and I often followed Sherlock's developments through the friend list.

But she couldn't hold back her face, it was obviously Sherlock's fault, why should she apologize by herself.This man, from knowing himself to the present, has not improved at all, is arrogant, self-righteous, has a lot of shortcomings, and has no other advantages except his clever mind and fair face!For a long time, Anna thought that a woman who would fall in love with Sherlock was either a masochist or a masochist!

But now, Anna chuckled in her heart, only to realize that she was also a masochist.

"So..." Sherlock asked hesitantly, "Do you forgive me now?"

"Of course not, Sherlock." Anna stood up straight and said seriously, "You don't think you'll go away for a few years and then come back to apologize and I'll accept everything."

"But……"

"Don't think of a woman's heart too simply, Sherlock." Anna stretched out a finger to cover Sherlock's mouth, and smiled lightly: "I welcome you back, but I didn't say anything else."

Anna walked past Sherlock, came to the corner, and said: "Also, you can throw away the little note that Mycroft gave you, I have known you for so many years, but I don't know when you will still criticize yourself like this Yeah. Don't tell me that a few years of travel has changed you or something..."

Before the sound dissipated, Anna had disappeared from Sherlock's sight.

"I knew I shouldn't listen to a man who is still separated and hasn't coaxed Lestrade back." Sherlock said blankly.He took out a note full of English from his pocket, tore it into a pile of paper, and threw it neatly into the trash can.

46. ​​Say it

In the blink of an eye, time slipped away silently and swiftly like a gust of wind, and soon came the day when Watson and Mary got married.The two can be regarded as independent, insisting on getting married on the eve of Halloween, a western ghost festival.It is said that Mary, the bride, proposed it first. Watson initially disagreed, but after listening to the reasons given by Mary, he was silent for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

This makes Sherlock feel very incredible. After all, he has solved cases with Watson for several years. You must know that Watson is sometimes very stubborn.According to his behavior, he would never choose this day as his wedding day, let alone a Halloween-style cosplay wedding.

When he said these words at that time, Sherlock was sitting in the living room on the second floor of the cafe. The trench coat and scarf that were common in his daily life were gone. He was wearing a well-tailored suit, and every corner was ironed. Neatly done, the breast pocket where the napkin should have been placed was replaced by a blood-red rose, echoing the face that was dressed paler than usual to fit the theme.Two small pointed false teeth protruded from the two thin lips, which appeared to be a different kind of sexy. The whole person seemed to have stepped out of a medieval painting.

But obviously no one wanted to appreciate the charm, and Harry hadn't returned from school yet.Misha was invited to be a flower girl, and Hannibal, as a good brother who cared for his sister, naturally went to escort her.As for Anna... she's still fighting a fierce battle with her corset in her bedroom.

Anna's overall figure should be considered relatively perfect. After all, it is the standard figure included in the system. Even if she has been eating and drinking without restraint for so many years, it is not far behind.

But the girdle, no matter who it is for, if it wants to be effective, it has to go through the process of being so tight that it seems to strangle itself. This made Anna, who has always dressed loosely, suffer a lot.

"Uh!" Anna tried her best to pull the belt on her waist, and she couldn't help rolling her eyes when she heard Sherlock's words: "That's why John is getting married and you are still single. Your reasoning and deduction can draw a conclusion, if it is a benefit, then it can be calculated, but the emotional uncertainty is too high, have you ever thought that I would be so angry when you faked your death!"

Sherlock was silent, and Anna took a sharp breath during the silence, and finally tied the straps.

Hastily put on the gothic dress that was put aside, zipped up the zipper on the back, bent over and tied the straps of the black high-heeled shoes, and put on the dresser on the dressing table with lace as the main body and black crystals inlaid in it. Putting on the necklace, Anna felt that she had already paid for this week's exercise in advance.

"We can go." She leaned on the wall and opened the doorway of the bedroom with a painful expression on her face, raised her head, and met Sherlock's deep eyes that didn't know how deep she was.

The man walked towards her calmly, with steady steps and an upright posture.He stopped only half a step away from Anna. The scent of various medicines on his body and the scent of roses on his chest were intertwined, appearing vaguely.But his eyes stopped on Anna's face, looking straight at her.

"...What's the matter? Is there any problem?" Anna was a little embarrassed by his look, and tightly held the hem of the skirt.

Sherlock was still staring at Anna with his dark blue eyes, and after a while, he said slowly, "Your corset is not fastened."

"what?"

Before Anna could react, Sherlock took a step forward and turned behind Anna.

"Need me to adjust it? It wouldn't be nice if something went wrong at John's wedding." Sherlock asked, pressing his fingers on the zipper of the little dress.

Anna felt her ears were a little red, but still stammered, "Okay, okay."

There was a slight sound of the zipper being unzipped next to her ears. Anna could only feel the straps behind her back being untied gently, and a warm but powerful hand was placed on her lower back, and then with a force... …

"Fuck you! Sherlock, I'm going to be strangled to death, take it easy, I'm going to be out of breath!"

"This thing has to be strangled, otherwise it won't work."

"I don't care, I still want to live! Let go!"

"For John's wedding, just be patient for a while..."

After a period of ups and downs, everything finally returned to calm.

Standing in front of the sofa, Sherlock was drenched in sweat. He felt that even the most difficult cases were not as difficult as this corset.

On the other hand, Anna was slumped on the sofa, her face was flushed, her hands were on the back of the sofa, her head was resting on her arms, and she was still shaking slightly.

Panting, I don't know, I thought I did something unsuitable for children.

I took out my phone and looked at it. The time is almost up. If I don’t start now,