[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

Wouldn't it be great for any normal woman to hear that her sex life will still be guaranteed after 20 years?

After all, at that time, I was at the age of [-] like a wolf and [-] like a tiger. If my boyfriend couldn't do it, it would be so painful!

However, it was painful for Helen. Isn't 20 years enough?

Do we have to continue after 20 years?Really forgive her!

"Sherlock, no, don't!" Helen shook her head repeatedly at her boyfriend.

"Since we have such a long time, why do you do so much at once? Maybe if you do too much now, you will get tired of me later."

Helen thought that she had cleverly found a very good excuse, but of course this couldn't be hidden from Sherlock's piercing eyes.

"No, I can be sure that my desire for you will never go away."

Because the unchanging love for Helen is the only certain thing in Sherlock's heart.

As long as his own love for Helen is still there, there will never be a day when he does not desire her.

Helen heard the hidden things behind Shylock's words.

What her boyfriend is talking about is not sex, but a deeper love, which is the inevitable desire for the other party due to love.

This made Helen's expression soften. She also loves Sherlock, so how could she not desire him?Helen just couldn't accept that this happened too often.

Hey, she already knew that Sherlock and Sherlock couldn't negotiate on this matter, but fortunately she didn't have any hope from the beginning.

"You will like it, how can I force you?"

Sherlock pressed his forehead against Helen's with a little force, looked at him softly with his eyes and said softly.

This kind of Sherlock should suddenly take the route of warmth. Although the painting style has changed drastically, it somehow moved Helen's heart.

"Well, Sherlock, it's for you."

Helen lowered her eyes slightly and blinked her eyelashes quickly. For Sherlock, she was willing to try hard.

Sherlock couldn't help but his eyes filled with joyful smiles. He gently stroked Helen's long hair, lowered his head and kissed her forehead lightly: "That's great, my good girl."

Helen couldn't help the corners of her lips curling up. She liked the warm and warm feeling of being with Sherlock, and she also felt so good.

However, after Sherlock completely turned off the lights and went to sleep, Helen thought that the beautiful scene just now was just her own hallucination.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?"

In the darkness, Helen couldn't help screaming, and her body began to writhe in the quilt, as if trying to avoid something.

"Don't move, I won't really move you, just help you get used to it."

Sherlock patted Helen's thigh angrily. Although it didn't hurt, it made Helen almost jump up.

After Sherlock lay down, his hand naturally lifted the hem of Helen's shirt, poked inside, and stroked her thigh back and forth again and again. How could Helen bear it?

"Have you forgotten how you are used to kissing? You still need to practice more."

Sherlock pulled Helen's body back and stopped her firmly, exposing her two big white legs.

Helen really wanted to refute Sherlock, but she really found that she was really no match for Sherlock in this respect.

"Then how long are you going to touch?" Helen begged Sherlock pitifully, almost crying.

But this hard-hearted man was unmoved by nostalgia, he said cheerfully: "Until I sleep."

"Then what are you going to do, Sherlock, to fall asleep quickly?" Helen couldn't help but turned her head and looked at Sherlock expectantly.

Although the bedroom was dark, Sherlock could feel Helen's shining eyes, which made Sherlock feel better.

"You can sing to me." Sherlock said to Helen; "It can also distract you, and it won't make you feel so uncomfortable."

Although Helen wrinkled her face, she still listened to Sherlock's suggestion.

But singing, she really hasn't sung since she was eight years old, it's because her father sings to her more.

But when it comes to singing, Helen can't help but think of Maggie, she spends all her singing days with her.

Sherlock seemed to sense what Helen was thinking. Even in the darkness, he was able to find Helen's face and turn her around. He said in a slightly cold voice, "You actually thought of her in my bed?"

Sherlock was angry, and angry, and Helen's mind knew it.

But she was not panicked, she really felt helpless and dumbfounded.

"Ah, Sherlock, I now understand that your appearance is jealous. But there is no need for it." Helen also found Sherlock's cheek and pinched it, laughing.

However, Sherlock didn't appreciate it. He slapped Helen's little hand that was making trouble on his face, and said with a cold snort: "Although she is a lunatic, her love is indeed strong."

Helen couldn't help but widen her eyes when she heard Sherlock's words. She didn't expect that Sherlock would affirm Maggie's love for her.

Oh, look, she discovered the greatness of Sherlock again, he is so cute, how could he not be worthy of her love forever?

Although Sherlock's words contained strong sourness, Helen couldn't help but threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"Sherlock, you know, you don't have to be jealous of anyone, my love belongs only to you." Helen buried herself deeply in Sherlock's arms and said in a deep voice.

Sherlock stretched out his hand and hugged Helen's body into his arms, saying angrily, "Who made you miss her so often?"

"At least, you mustn't think of her when you're with me."

However, the conditions of Sherlock's seemingly generous boyfriend must also consider the actual situation of Sherlock and Helen.

When were the two of them not together?Oh, it's probably time to go to the toilet, so how could Helen agree to this.

"Huh? You didn't even agree to this?"

Helen's silence displeased Sherlock, he raised her chin and said coldly, he thought he was very tolerant of her.

"Oh Sherlock, don't you want to hear me sing? I'll sing it to you right now."

Helen didn't wait for Sherlock to say anything, and immediately sang to him.

Helen's obvious move to change the subject made Sherlock's face turn cold, as if a layer of frost was covering his face.

It's just that it's really hard to delve into it now. Compared to these, Sherlock is indeed looking forward to Helen's singing.

Fortunately, Helen's voice is pretty good, even if it's the first time she sings after so many years, her voice is still very nice.

Soft and glutinous but sweet, it makes people want to take a bite.

Sherlock felt a little fuzzy unknowingly when he heard it, and he really fell asleep slowly to Helen's singing.

But Helen didn't realize it yet, she still finished singing the nursery rhyme seriously.

Helen turned around and saw Sherlock's profile sleeping peacefully.

Every time she looked at Sherlock, Helen couldn't help but marvel at the magical gift of fate.

She never thought that one day she would be so intimate with a man.

She thought that she would die alone, that no one could accept such a self, and she couldn't get out of the cage she had made, but Sherlock did it, how grateful it was.

Every time Helen thinks of this, she is filled with sweetness and gratitude.

Seeing Sherlock's sleeping face, Helen couldn't help but a bright smile bloomed on her face.

She stood up and kissed Sherlock gently on the forehead: "Good night, my love."

Then, Helen also nestled in Sherlock's arms and fell asleep peacefully.

Compared with the unbearable physical contact, the sweet happiness of embracing your lover overwhelms this.

The next day, Sherlock woke up earlier than Helen, and he had a rare good sleep.

In the past, Sherlock felt that sleep was a waste of time, so he had very little sleep time. Even if he was sleepless, he was still full of energy, as if he didn't know what fatigue was.

However, after all, he is a human body and needs a good rest.

This time by Helen's side, Sherlock slept very peacefully, and he didn't feel that this kind of behavior was a waste of time.

At least this put Sherlock in a good mood again, he was no longer full of boredom and decadence, and was no longer tortured by that kind of empty heart with no sustenance.

He actually had a warm feeling all over his body, and he saw Helen as soon as he opened his eyes. This feeling is so good!

It was so good that Sherlock felt nostalgic for this bed, and wanted to continue the time-wasting sleeping behavior that made him sneer at it before, wanted to lie beside Helen for a while longer, and wanted to hug her more.