[Comprehensive] Curly detective fancy strategy

However, at the moment when the woman under him, dripping with sweat, with bright red cheeks and charming eyebrows, bloomed in his arms, Sherlock felt that Helen was so beautiful that he was intoxicated.

He couldn't help but increase his strength, wanting to possess her more and deeper, so that her body would be covered with the marks left by him.

Of course, to do this, no matter for Sherlock or Helen, it is too simple.

Because Helen's body is so delicate, he can leave a mark with a light touch.

Not to mention his touching on her body, even his light kiss could leave a glaring red mark on Helen's body.

He hasn't finished it once, but Helen already has countless marks left by Sherlock.

When Helen felt that she was so hot that she was about to explode, and her body was limp and turned into a puddle of mud, Sherlock finally released it from her body.

This couldn't help but make Helen's body completely limp. She was full of laziness, and she didn't even want to move her fingers.

But she relaxed physically and mentally, and Helen thought it was over like this.

After all, although it is comfortable to do this with the one you love, it is also really exciting.

For Helen who pursues plainness and stability, this kind of her doesn't need much.

However, Sherlock pushed Helen's white shirt up completely this time, revealing her whole white and tender body.

He lowered his head and buried it in, and then vigorously moved again unceremoniously.

Helen didn't even have the strength to scream, so she could only let Sherlock do whatever he wanted.

But she still couldn't help sobbing and protested in a low voice: "Hmph, Sherlock, no more, I can't take it anymore."

"Honey, when a woman says no on the bed, she means she wants it. I understand that!"

Sherlock's movements became more and more violent, but he couldn't help showing off to Helen triumphantly.

"What are you talking about? I can't even understand it!" Helen hummed and groaned while enduring Sherlock's movements.

"You don't need to understand." Sherlock also panted in a low voice.

The excitement of doing this kind of thing with Helen was several times greater than his injection of meth. The excitement made Sherlock's entire brain dizzy.

"But, you clearly said that there is only one time? Isn't it over?"

Helen's words were interrupted by Sherlock's attacks again and again, and she paused after every word, and she was already gasping for breath even more weakly after speaking a whole sentence.

"It's one time, huh, it's really tight!"

Sherlock was panting heavily in Helen's ear, and his voice at this time also became extremely sexy and alluring.

"We're not done yet!"

Accompanied by Sherlock's words, Helen felt that she was about to faint from heat.

But this whole night, Helen really felt that he hadn't stopped.

When Helen woke up the next day, Sherlock was no longer by her side.

This is strange, after all, recently they all woke up together and got up together.

She felt that her body had been washed without that sticky discomfort.

She was in a daze last night, and she didn't even know when she fell asleep.

In other words, Helen didn't even know if she fainted in the end.

However, when she lifted the quilt and stepped on the ground, Helen's body went limp.

She nearly fell to the ground, but fortunately Sherlock came in in time to hug Helen.

Helen's legs were so weak that she couldn't even walk.

Thinking of this, Helen couldn't help but glance at the culprit, Sherlock.

However, this man didn't feel guilty or embarrassed at all, and his face was even expressionless and indifferent as usual.

It's just that when his eyes were fixed on Helen, he could still see his soft expression.

"Don't move, I'll carry you over."

After saying that, Sherlock picked Helen up and left. He was simply notifying Helen, not seeking her advice.

So in the following time, Helen was like a giant baby, enjoying the personal service from Sherlock, washing her face, brushing her teeth, and feeding her breakfast.

Sherlock got up early to prepare breakfast for Helen, so self-conscious, and in line with the performance of a considerate and good boyfriend, he would only appear on the second morning of the relationship.

Especially, Sherlock tossed Helen very badly at night, how can I not comfort her?It would be great if she refused to die next time.

Sherlock held Helen in his arms like a little girl. He hugged her with one hand, and made Helen's toothbrush and toothpaste with the other hand, allowing her to open her mouth and brush it for her.

Helen's body hadn't recovered yet, she was so weak that she really didn't even want to lift her arms.

When Sherlock asked her to open her mouth, she opened her mouth obediently, enjoying his service with peace of mind, which was originally Sherlock's fault.

Not to mention, Sherlock brushed it very meticulously, meeting Helen's requirements for cleanliness.

"Spit it out!" Sherlock ordered Helen to move one by one.

She obediently spit out the foam, then took a sip from the glass Sherlock handed over and slowly rinsed her mouth clean.

Sherlock quickly brought over a warm towel and helped Helen wipe her face gently, carefully and meticulously.

Seeing Sherlock's gentle brows and focused eyes, and the gentle and meticulous movements of his hands, Helen's heart softened for some reason, and she was very moved.

"Sherlock, you really look like my father." Helen sighed sincerely.

However, Helen's words made Sherlock's subordinates pause, their faces froze, and he ruthlessly threw the towel on Helen's face.

He is only eight years older than her. Could it be that she has already associated him with her parents?

Helen didn't know that men are sometimes very sensitive to age. Although there is nothing wrong with what Helen said, at least most men would never react like Sherlock.

Helen didn't get angry after being dumped, she didn't know why Sherlock was angry again.

However, Helen had long known that her boyfriend would always get into trouble because of some inexplicable little things, and she didn't care.

"Yes, Sherlock, I think you will be a good father in the future."

What Helen said was just a pure exclamation following what she said just now, but it made Sherlock's face turn from cloudy to sunny.

He hugged Helen's body tightly, lowered his head towards her, pressed his forehead against her forehead and said, "A father? I can't accept this identity."

"But the premise is that you gave birth to a child for me."

When Sherlock said this, his lips touched Helen's pink lips intentionally or unintentionally, revealing an ambiguous breath, obviously what he meant.

However, Helen's focus was not on that, and she heard another problem.

"Having a baby? Me?" Helen pointed at herself in horror and wondered at Sherlock.

"Yeah, it's not you, do you want me to find another woman to have a baby?"

Sherlock bumped Helen's nose angrily, the appearance of her really made him feel uncomfortable.

Doesn't she want to have children for herself?Although Sherlock himself had never thought about this question before.

After all, creatures like children are not beautiful in his impression, but if they carry his own and Helen's genes, he can still accept them.

"Of course not!" Sherlock's words made Helen shake her head immediately.

"But, Sherlock, I, I'm not ready." Helen could only say this to Sherlock with a bitter face in the end.

In fact, things like marriage and children were still far away from Helen, but she felt that since she established a relationship with Sherlock, the progress had been rapid.

Before having a child, Helen had never thought about it before, no, she even thought that she would never have children in her life.

However, Helen looked at Sherlock's eyes, although not obvious, but there was still a little expectation, which made her shaken.

Maybe she shouldn't be so selfish and have to think more about Sherlock.

See if I still admired Plato's love in the past?Don't you make an exception for him now?

It seems that there is nothing wrong with giving Sherlock another child, if she works hard.

After all, it was her and Sherlock's child. Helen imagined it in her heart, her heart was about to melt, and a sweet smile appeared on her face.

Sherlock had a panoramic view of Helen's expression, and he couldn't help showing a gentle smile on his face, what a good girl!

He couldn't help but lowered his head and kissed Helen's lips and said, "I'm not in a hurry, you're still young anyway."

Speaking of when Helen was still young, Sherlock's tone paused indiscernibly.

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