[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"You can really sleep."

Weiwei was about to fall asleep, but was awakened by his voice.

"what?"

How should I put it, the relationship is probably confirmed, Sherlock feels that people are his own no matter how he looks at it, at this time, he just thinks that Weiwei is pleasing to the eye, even if he just woke up with a hoarse and soft voice tight.

"You slept all afternoon, and you weren't with me."

He said.

"I remember what you said at the beginning was to follow you 24 hours a day."

Vivi: ...

"I remember you told me not to go out."

She suddenly remembered.

"Oh, by the way, I'm going to get the reagents..."

See if you are taking drugs behind my back.

She just wanted to get up, but unexpectedly the sitting posture just now made her legs numb, and she fell into his arms again.

Gee, what a horrible sight.

Sherlock began to criticize Vicky's low EQ in his heart.

"Are your legs numb?" he asked her in a low voice.

"Hmm..." She was just about to move off of him and rub her thighs.

his hand……

His hands ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah what is he doing!

Weiwei was so stiff that she didn't dare to move at all.

His big hand was pressing on her thigh, Weiwei wasn't sure if he was just giving a massage or something, whether it was or not, it was too preposterous...

His hands had already recovered their temperature, and they were terribly hot. He patiently rubbed her thighs, which almost caused Weiwei to tremble. As if he felt it, he continued his movements with moderate strength.

"feel better now."

Weiwei didn't know if it was her illusion, his voice seemed to be a little smiling.

How could Weiwei dare to say that it was not good, even if she was still numb, she didn't dare to say so, she just nodded stiffly and wanted to get up.

She has her back to him.

Her ears were looming in the long hair that flowed behind her ears.

He had disliked her for always not tying her hair, but he didn't say it much.Weiwei also consciously puts her hair behind her ears in order to look more capable.

It is convenient for him now.

He lowered his head slightly and grabbed her earlobe.

He has been looking there for a long time. When she was shy, her ears were so red that he wanted to bite her.The earlobe of fleshy meat powder, the feeling in the mouth is not bad.

"Sherlock?" Her voice changed suddenly.

He left her alone.

His tongue is very flexible, Weiwei only felt that his right ear was already too sensitive, as if it was going to be eaten by him.

She wanted to push him away, but he grabbed the hand as she stretched it out.

As if he had had enough, his lips withdrew slightly and began to fall.

Weiwei originally thought that he would go out, so he was always wearing a white turtleneck sweater, which made Sherlock's movements inconvenient.

Sherlock frowned, and pressed the man onto the sofa as soon as he put it on.

"Sherlock..."

She is calling him.

Weiwei finally knows what it feels like to write a domineering president's article.

Sherlock didn't ask for her opinion at all, and easily jammed himself between her legs with a slight bend of his knee. She subconsciously pushed his hand, which was pressed and imprisoned by him, and then his lips and tongue fell.

After kissing once, he already knows the taste of the marrow.What's more, after kissing her twice or three times, he immediately knew where she was sensitive, and what kind of kiss could bring him the greatest pleasure and make her comfortable.His hands have already penetrated under the clothes, and Weiwei is wearing a slightly loose hip-length sweater today, which can be easily pulled away.

She was ticklish, and she couldn't help it almost at the same time as he touched her waist, and let out a moan.

Sherlock was almost smug.

He knows her better.

Her eyes were completely blurred, and her usual emerald eyes seemed to melt at this moment, very attractive.

Weiwei only felt that her whole body was under control, even if he let go of his hand, she was powerless to refuse.

She was disheveled, but he was still wearing a shirt.As if he could go back to solve his case immediately after pulling away.

So unfair.

Weiwei stretched out her hand.

The person who buried her head in her chest noticed it and sucked it fiercely. She trembled all over, and her hand just fell powerlessly and inserted into his hair.

unacceptable……

Sherlock only felt that his scalp was numb, almost crisp to the bone.

He looked up, saw her emotional expression, and grabbed her hand.

"Want to help me unbutton it?"

……

"……Well!"

"I knew you'd like it."

"No, here, go back to the room..."

"It's so much to ask...for it's your first time."

"It's like...you're not...uh!"

"Even in this respect, I can be your professor."

"Would you like to call the professor to try?"

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When Weiwei woke up, she was already lying on the sofa refreshed.

Wait, sofa bed?

Her mind was a little fuzzy, and she raised her head.

A large piece of... spring?

Sherlock wears a bathrobe even if the belt is not fastened?

What did she do yesterday?

Weiwei's blood surged up.

"Don't blow on my chest if you don't want to do it again, just because you passed out yesterday."

Suddenly there was such a voice in his head.

yesterday.

Weiwei held his breath and couldn't make any sound for a long time.

His whole body felt like a truck had run over it and then came back again, it was so sore, and there was a subtle... that kind of feeling in a certain indescribable part.

After realizing that a certain stupid thing was really not breathing, Sherlock frowned and grabbed the shivering guy hiding under the blanket.

That idiot really made his face turn red.

"Are you really not going to breathe?" He snorted coldly.

Weiwei glanced at him carefully, he was already sober, with a sober look on his face,

It's just awesome.

It was the same one yesterday, Sherlock Holmes in a suit and leather shoes, abstinent, and now he has a loose (?) look with his clothes open, so cute.

Her ignorant appearance is interesting to watch, and she usually doesn't show this appearance in front of outsiders, this recognition is really pleasing.

"Wake up?" he asked her.

"From..." She replied blankly.

He nodded slightly - this time he didn't shy away from such boring things as brushing his teeth or not, and he took her breath away again by getting closer.He didn't let go of his lips until his happiness level increased by another percentage point, and stood up neatly.

Weiwei was a little dazed by the kiss, and she didn't open her eyes until he got out of bed.

Sherlock's figure is very good, which can not be summed up simply by whether he is fat or thin or fit, but that he has an almost standard figure.Obviously, the amount of exercise didn't seem that great, but she clearly saw his muscles stretched last night.Although I know that he is fighting and what, but really... Only when the strength is used on myself can I feel more real.

How many times did you come last night?

Three or four times?

Weiwei put her hand on her waist.

Assi.

So fucking shy.

She sat up and looked at the side of the bed to realize why Sherlock condescended to sleep on the small sofa bed with her in the end, it was nothing more than the fact that the big bed had been tossed by the two of them into a mess, Weiwei really...

Assi.

Weiwei got up silently.

Ah, I'm still wearing Sherlock's bathrobe.Sherlock usually wears it a little below the knees, but Weiwei's clothes have already dropped to the ankles, and the shoulder line is completely out of line.

Weiwei fastened the tie... After all, it was a vacuum inside, so it was a little uncomfortable to wear.

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The phone vibrated.

Is this idiot only looking for Gaston Marco for nothing? Maybe she should let her know that it is absolutely wrong to look for someone else after she has a man.

After washing his face, Sherlock wiped it with a towel before taking out his phone.

[Speaking of which, do you have a lot of experience? 】

[I mean, the first time, after that, what should be said more appropriate? 】

[Now I am nestled in my room and dare not go out, dare not face this bleak world. 】

【This Sherlock may be fake. 】

[No, no, if Sherlock is really fake, I think I can jump off the stairs now. 】

【What am I talking about, my God】

[I treat him as a professor and he wants to have sex with me]

Sherlock: ...

Ah

Did she think he didn't know that she had a crush on him?

Forget it, for the sake of her shyness.

Sherlock's hand, which was about to reply to the message, suddenly hesitated for a moment, because a scene that might not be inappropriate flashed through his mind.

She is crying.

She begged him to slow down.

Sherlock: ...

The self-control that Holmes is so proud of? ? ?

After washing up, he glanced at the bedroom door. A certain ostrich was still inside, unwilling to face reality.

Logically speaking, after changing the relationship, the roles should be reversed. He used to be a professor and an elder, and he should take care of her occasionally (if there is any).But now, he felt that she should take good care of him.

But now the relationship between the two is equal, not to mention that she was more tired last night, considering her weak physical strength, he reluctantly made breakfast again.

Just this time.

Weiwei confesses in the bedroom.

She didn't have the face to see how messy the original pure white bed was. After texting silently for a while with her back to the bed, she began to regret that she shouldn't have told Gaston.But the message is sent and cannot be withdrawn.

She rubbed her poor old waist, vaguely remembering last night—oh no, before going to bed this morning, she put her hand on her waist and pressed it again and again, and rolled on the bed again, he Commitment is the last time.

seriously.

Vivi didn't know whether to thank herself for fainting or to thank the Holmes family for their strong self-control.

By the way.

She could no longer look directly at the word self-control.

So hungry.

I skipped dinner yesterday and then did a night of exercise.

Now it's time for Chinese food.

Weiwei still doesn't quite understand what Sherlock means.

Although I have never talked about love, I also feel that this is too different...

Didn't hold hands—wait, it seems that they did during the process of solving the case?

no hugs? ? ?It seems there are?

didn't pick up...

Weiwei suddenly found out.

It seems that a long time ago, the two people got along with each other in the... old couple mode?

But what does Sherlock mean?

Even though she has changed a lot in this life, she still yearns for a serious relationship or something... She originally thought that her script would be to have a crush on her professor until her real husband shows up, and then forget about the professor Let the professor Zhu Gusheng go to start her own happy life (?) But the plot is so far... she can't understand it.

Weiwei sat blankly for a while.

Don't be cowardly, just do it alone.

Ask later.

The majestic Weiwei stood up, staggered because of the unspeakable pain.

Seriously, she shouldn't have wondered if Sherlock had organs.

This size... is larger than the average... described in the medical books that Sherlock showed Vivi.

Weiwei put the bed sheet away bitterly.

Throw away throw away.I didn't see it.