[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

The final result of that day was that neither Sherlock nor Vivi went out.

Sherlock was sitting in the living room while Weiwei was eating breakfast, without changing his clothes, just kept playing with his mobile phone.

After Weiwei finished eating, he asked him again, but he said that the case was too simple, it was just a small mobile phone crime solving game, and there was no need for him to show up in person, so he took it as a pass.

Then Sherlock raised the little bees at home for another day(.)

What Weiwei didn't know was that after she fell down, Sherlock subconsciously touched his pocket - or the place where it should have been his suit pants pocket, but because he changed his clothes, he couldn't find what he had put there. .

Because his students always don't pay attention to their bodies, and occasionally have hypoglycemia, he always has sugar in his pocket, but it's just useless.This time it worked, but it didn't.

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The human body is a miraculous thing. Sometimes the so-called willpower is vulnerable to the action of some tiny but highly effective hormones.

Perhaps it was because he was forcibly interrupted that night, and Sherlock became more thirsty for cocaine afterwards.

It was alright at first, he looked so normal when he was out to solve the case, and then he lost his temper suddenly, and the sudden irritability shocked everyone present, even though he took a little time to react and even behaved abnormally An apology was said, but that was enough to arouse suspicion.

I can endure it outside, but what about at home?

When he became addicted, he began to want to smash things and destroy things, making a mess at home. Weiwei gritted her teeth and refused to hand over the syringe that she hadn't thrown away—as long as the withdrawal reaction didn't reach that level, would she be fine? will bring it out.

Weiwei was sure that Sherlock would have the consciousness to get rid of this thing in this extremely annoying loss of control.

Sometimes they do.

Here we are talking about fighting with hands... Perhaps this can be regarded as a manifestation of fighting desire.

They are all desires, if one is not satisfied, the other will be used to fill it up.

Once Sherlock wanted to find that thing and thought of going crazy, and then grabbed Weiwei by the collar and asked her where she was hiding, but Weiwei didn't say anything, and the two ended up fighting for some reason.

Sherlock personally taught Vivi's grid technique. Although nothing else, Vivi's flexibility is not bad, and he can't even talk about retaliation, but his injuries are relatively small, just a few bumps and bumps.

The body hurts, and the heart hurts even more.

Sherlock sometimes feels guilty when he is sober.

He thought that no one was watching, but Weiwei knew everything.

That day Weiwei had her period, and she felt uncomfortable all over. Sherlock just got mad at this time. Weiwei didn't have the strength to fight back and struggle. She was pressed tightly on the bed and didn't want to talk nonsense.He pinched her wrist with one hand and pressed her neck with the other, questioning her again where she put her things...

Weiwei should be thankful that she was always by his side when he was fully awake, preventing him from getting a new source.

He asked for a long time talking to himself, and Weiwei was pinched to the point of lack of oxygen, her hands and feet were weak, and she wondered whether she was going to die young in her professor's bed and make headlines on the social page.

As luck would have it, she didn't.

Sherlock, who was too tired and depressed, pressed down heavily in the next second, covering her with long arms and long legs.

Ah that's enough.

Weiwei, who was relaxed for a while, actually fell asleep under someone's oppression.

She wanted to push it away, but she really didn't have the strength. Although it was a bit uncomfortable being pressed, she fell asleep like that.

The next day Weiwei woke up earlier, because she was uncomfortable after all, and it seemed that she hadn't changed before going to bed at night... Well, she felt strange when she fell asleep.

When she woke up, her posture changed, she was nestled in someone's arms, or, it seemed that his legs were still holding hers.

As soon as she moved, the hands around her waist tightened.

There have been a lot of intimate contacts...but this one...after Weiwei's ignorant brain reacted all of a sudden, his heart rate began to soar.His smell almost enveloped her whole body.

She didn't even want to wake up a little bit.

word mother.

so shy.

Fuck, I just die like this.

Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it.

Weiwei's heart is almost... like this.

At the same time as Weiwei moved, Sherlock also opened his eyes. Although the memories before going to bed last night were not so good, he slept very soundly unexpectedly.

He glanced thoughtfully at the little thing in his arms.

This is the second time.

Could putting something in bed to cuddle with improve sleep quality?He began to think seriously.

It hadn't been like this before, not even Redbeard had slept in his bed.

His expression is a bit complicated.

Maybe it's because she slackened some exercise after arriving in the United States. The edges and corners of her muscles that had been trained to a certain size have softened, and the shape of the muscles is still there. A little bit of sensuality makes her look more... Sexy, even more huggable ...be more comfortable.

Sherlock pinched Weiwei's waist with his hand.

"Um, are you awake?"

Her voice came from under the quilt.

She didn't even dare to get out of the quilt, she was already blushing from embarrassment.The man's slender and strong thighs and her solid chest muscles now - oh my god, even though there is a layer of clothes, I can still feel its... awe-inspiring.

She has become incoherent.

Doesn’t it mean that addicts/drugs will lose weight day by day? This makes her... what to do quq

I can't help it.

Sherlock didn't hesitate in his actions, he pulled away directly, got up as soon as the quilt was lifted, and then dragged someone out.

Although Weiwei's face was a little red, Sherlock didn't think about it in other directions, he just felt that he had been bored in the quilt for a long time.He directly grabbed someone by the back collar to drag him out, and then glanced at Weiwei's neck.

Weiwei almost wanted to cross her hands to protect her chest...

Probably because of a little hypoxia, now my brain is a little abnormal.

"Feel sorry."

Probably a rare sincere apology.

Vivi:

……what?

She touched her neck, only to feel a little... Pain.

"Oh." She replied dully, "If you can quit, it's nothing."

His eyes lingered on her face, then returned to her neck, looked at her for a while without saying a word, then turned and left the room without hesitation.

Weiwei's hand was put down, but she couldn't help touching it again.

She guessed that there should be some trace left, it seems that today she can only wear a turtleneck sweater...

Wait, traces? ? ? ? ?

Weiwei suddenly realized that his whole body was about to explode and bounced up——

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

She put on her slippers and lifted the quilt.

Bloody style.

Hin is good.

Hin is good.

Weiwei closed her eyes in pain.

Hope, there is nothing on Sherlock.

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When Sherlock was brushing his teeth, Vivi suddenly pushed open the toilet door.

Then the two looked at each other through the mirror.

Sherlock didn't do the stupid thing of shouting toothpaste.Looking indifferently at a guy with a little blood on his butt, he threw the sheets into the washing machine with an embarrassing expression:

"I just put it in first...I'll wash it by hand later...promise!"

After Weiwei finished speaking, she quickly closed the door and ran away.

So now he is still needed to teach her the precautions during the special period for women?Sherlock frowned fiercely, wiped his face with a towel after brushing his teeth, and then turned on the washing machine.

I thought about it while putting washing powder.

Why wash it.

Can't you just take it to old Parker and dispose of it?

Forget it, wash it all.

It's a good thing she didn't get anything on him, or Sherlock wouldn't be so... nice.

When Lestrade came to visit, Vivi had already put on a turtleneck sweater and stayed in the room reading a book with Sherlock.

"I thought the washing machine in your house was just a decoration. I remember that Old Parker should be able to handle your clothes." Lestrade greeted him quite skillfully, "Hi Victoria, long time no see."

Vivi stood up and smiled at Lestrade: "You are really early, do you need a cup of coffee, Inspector?"

"I always feel that the sound of the washing machine running so full of life doesn't match you at all, Sherlock," Lestrade sat down leisurely, "I can't imagine you throwing clothes into the washing machine Washer."

"Yeah, so I will instruct you to do the laundry for me?" His white teeth were shining brightly, and the venom didn't cost money. "Actually, I didn't do the laundry, but the sheets."

Lestrade's expression suddenly became exciting.

He thought quickly with the kind of brain comparable to that of a golden eight o'clock screenwriter, and then turned his head to look at Weiwei who was wearing a thick turtleneck sweater indoors.

"You..." Lestrade said hesitantly, "sleeping together?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows, but said nothing.Just when Vivi came over with two cups of coffee, she gave one to Sherlock and the other to Lestrade.

"Is there a case for coming so early today? What are you talking about?"

She looks so natural.

Lestrade felt a little uncomfortable.

And Sherlock—it’s okay to say that he reacted, or he didn’t.At any rate he spoke.

"Lestrade just asked me if the two of us slept together. I haven't answered yet. Do you want to do it for me?"

boom!

Vivi's face turned red all of a sudden.Her beautiful eyes widened all of a sudden, and she gave Sherlock a sideways glance in disbelief and something, and hesitated for a long time without saying a word.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow, but didn't respond.

Then Lestrade was even more embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend... I just didn't expect Sherlock to be such a person..." Lestrade looked at Weiwei's increasingly embarrassed expression, and he also became more and more embarrassed, "Well, let's talk about business , in fact there is a case...not urgent, but I think Sherlock would be interested."

Sherlock took a sip of coffee calmly, as if he didn't know what kind of embarrassment the two normal people beside him were in.

naive

young man.