[Comprehensive] Sherlock is going to be kicked by a donkey

1. About being jealous

Since Sherlock became famous, he has attracted a lot of attention. For example, when he goes out on a date to have dinner, he will meet enthusiastic female fans——

"omg! Are you Mr. Sherlock Holmes?!"

Hearing his name being called, Sherlock stopped cutting the steak and looked up at Josie who was sitting across the table. The latter was still eating the food on the plate, and seemed to be used to this situation. Unmoved.

Sherlock ignored the enthusiastic female fan and said to Josie, "Someone is calling me."

"I heard." Josie took a sip of the red wine in the glass, "Your popularity has increased significantly recently, and there have been a lot of interesting cases, right?"

Sherlock just curled his lips in disdain: "The last thing my profession needs is popularity."

"But if you are not well-known, there will be fewer people entrusting your case. You should thank Watson."

"Thanks for blogging all our cases?"

Josie nodded, "It's polite, Sherlock." Speaking of politeness, Josie turned her head and glanced at the female fan who tried to greet Sherlock just now but was ignored, "Don't give your female fan a response. Is it? You have a good figure and face."

Josie's words made Sherlock put down the knife and fork in his hand, and he looked straight at the girlfriend opposite, "Watson said, under such circumstances, normal couples should feel jealous for each other, and you just specifically mentioned yes Female fans, is it because you feel unhappy?"

"...Watson also taught you how to fall in love?"

"Your tone and description just now make me feel that you seem to care." Sherlock leaned on the dining table with his elbows, folded his hands under his chin, and looked at Josie opposite him with gray-blue eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, Sherlock."

Josie put down the tableware in her hand, and said helplessly: "Okay, let me confess, I care a little bit, after all, the quality of your female fans is too good."

"So you're not feeling well, wanting to test, want to make sure I'm going to respond to her?"

On what it's like to have a boyfriend who can analyze you thoroughly every minute...

"What do you want to say?" Josie looked into Sherlock's eyes, and after making so many preparations, Sherlock must have a bigger move behind.

"Your ex-boyfriends..."

"Sherlock..." Josie was helpless. Sherlock had expressed her dissatisfaction with this issue many times, "I've never had a formal ex-boyfriend." And every time there was no progress. It was disturbed by Sherlock.

"They made me feel that way."

"..."

Wait, did she understand correctly?

Josie said uncertainly, "Are you jealous?"

Sherlock didn't answer her directly, but pretended to glance casually at Josie's sleeveless dress, "You have a better figure."

Josie: Who will tell her that Watson must have taught Sherlock too.

2. About cohabitation

Josie is a frequent visitor to 221b, especially after she and Sherlock established a relationship, and Watson and Mary got married and moved out.

She would go back to 221b to prepare dinner every day after work, and then return to the apartment next door after dinner with Sherlock. The kind Mrs. Hudson saw her like this every day, and couldn't help but feel troubled for her.

"Dear Josie, if you are like this every day, you might as well just move in and live with Sherlock. Sherlock's bed is big enough."

Josie was a little embarrassed, "We haven't thought about living together..."

"Why are you shy? Isn't it just cohabitation? Are young people so reserved now? Back then, I moved in with my husband after we fell in love for three months. At that time, we had sex every day, oh, young How wonderful it was when we were together...Wait, haven't you had sex yet?" Mrs. Hudson asked uncertainly, "You have had sex, right?"

Are all the old ladies in the UK so unrestrained?We are all adults, can you stop being so direct...

Josie's face was flushed, and she stammered a little: "That, that..."

With a "click", the door was opened, and Sherlock walked in. He took off his coat and said hello to Mrs. Hudson, and then quickly noticed the strange atmosphere in the room, and Josie's blushing face.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Mrs. Hudson smiled and got up to leave, not forgetting to close the door for them. Josie shook her head, then walked into the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

The weird smile that Mrs. Hudson left before she left made Sherlock feel puzzled, and he followed Josie into the kitchen, "What did Mrs. Hudson tell you?"

Sherlock looked at Mrs. Hudson and Josie carefully, and only got some ordinary analysis. He could even see that Josie's blush must be because Mrs. Hudson said something funny to her, but he guessed I couldn't tell what Mrs. Hudson said, which made Josie look embarrassed and shy.

Josie put down the broccoli in her hand, turned around and looked at Sherlock behind her, "She just mentioned the matter of asking me to move here."

"More than that," Sherlock bent slightly, and moved closer to Josie. The distance between the two was less than ten centimeters, and he would be able to kiss her any closer. Josie's waist was leaning against the edge of the kitchen cabinet behind her, Usually, such a forceful gesture can easily extract what he wants to know from Josie's mouth, "What else did she say?"

"Sherlock, don't do that to me again."

"But it does work."

Maybe she would blush with embarrassment once or twice, but Josie was obviously immune to this trick. She took a deep breath, and the shyness provoked by Mrs. Hudson just now disappeared, her tone was as calm as It's two people discussing what to have for dinner tonight.

"She asked me if the two of us had a relationship. I didn't answer and you came in, that's all."

"..." Sherlock straightened up, watching Josie turn back and continue washing the broccoli. For convenience, Josie tied her hair up, revealing a slender and fair neck that was vaguely covered by broken hair.

"I'll help you carry your luggage tomorrow, and Mycroft will take care of that apartment."

"Puff!" Josie was splashed all over her face by the vegetable washing water, but before she could wipe off the water drops, she turned her head and stared at Sherlock with wide eyes.

What did she hear? !