[Comprehensive] When Sherlock has a love system

After bandaging, the wet two took a taxi back to Baker Street.Sherlock frowned, thinking about his question, without any intention of communicating with the people around him.

Notte looked out the window, she also had no desire to communicate.She's exhausted from her troubled life and needs to calm down instead of talking to Sherlock and trying to keep up with his mind.It was a kind of torture, at least for her now.

Yesterday's Sherlock designed her as a bargaining chip, but today he sacrificed himself to block the knife for her.

She seems to understand Sherlock's point of view a little bit, it's not a medically irreparable injury, it's not an injury.

A blood draw is nothing, a broken finger is nothing, it's as simple as that.

I understand but don't agree.

She is too weak for a person who has to stand by Sherlock's side, and she is not suitable for someone who needs to be protected all the time.

Nott didn't understand better than at this moment why it was Watson who stood next to Sherlock and not anyone else.

The taxi stopped at 221b Baker Street, and I have to say that Mrs. Hudson is a good landlord.She walked out as soon as Sherlock and Nott came in.

"Oh my God! How did you two get yourselves like this?" exclaimed Mrs. Hudson.

"It's hard to say, Mrs. Hudson." Notte sighed.

"Oh dear, your hands are as cold as ice." Hudson touched her hand with a pitiful expression on his face, "Go up and take a hot shower, I'll get you some hot cocoa .”

"I'll make hot cocoa. Can you please help us get something to eat? Keep it simple. I feel like it's been a lifetime since the last time I ate."

"No problem, let's go up."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hudson. Your thoughtfulness is the best thing that happened to me today." Notte pursed her lips and smiled, but her pale face made her look more pitiful than moved.

Sherlock said impatiently: "Mrs. Hudson, how long do you want us to stand here naked?"

"Oh, of course. You go upstairs quickly." Mrs. Hudson pushed the two upstairs. "I'll serve dinner in a while."

Notte went directly upstairs to get clothes to take a shower, not paying attention to Sherlock behind him.The direct result of this was that when she went downstairs, Sherlock was still sitting naked on the sofa with a face full of thought.

She walked to the kitchen and couldn't help complaining: "Oh, Sherlock, please don't sit on the sofa, you will dirty it."

"Notte, is a broken sofa more important to you than me?"

Nuote: "..." Well, you won.

"Drink it, and you'll feel better." Notte handed over a cup of hot cocoa.

Sherlock didn't even look at it, "No, I'd like coffee or tea."

"No, no way." Notte put the cup heavily on the table, "Whether you like to drink or not. Don't blame me if you have a cold."

"Okay." Unexpectedly, Sherlock drank the drink very obediently, although his expression was really disgusting.

"I've finished my drink." Sherlock stood up, "I'm going to take a shower."

Nuote: "..." That's for you to drink after taking a shower.

She put down the drink that she had only tasted a little, and only then did she come to her senses.She hesitated and asked, "Sherlock, is it convenient for you to take a shower in your current state?"

"Would you help me if it's not convenient?" Sherlock asked a question.

Note: "..."

It was already very inconvenient for her to hurt her hand, and although Sherlock's wound was not very serious, it was a very annoying injury at the elbow, and the arm could not be bent.

This is a serious topic——#论定弹弹的她罗How to clean himself#

Everything else is fine, take off your clothes and put on your clothes...

Notte took a sip of hot cocoa, not wanting to think about it any further.

"Notte, I saved you." Sherlock said indifferently.

Notte twitched her lips, "Then I have to thank you for putting me in such a dangerous situation. By the way, Sherlock, strictly speaking, we are helping each other."

After refuting, she was stunned. Is he implying something?

Sherlock fell silent, looking at Notte, waiting for her answer.

Nott was silent.

"Dinner is here." Mrs. Hudson broke the silence by bringing the plate up, "Oh, Sherlock, why are you still standing here wet?"

"Obviously, I'm hurt." Sherlock raised his hand.When treating the wound, the doctor cut his shirt very neatly.

"Oh, Knott." Mrs. Hudson looked at Knott condemningly, "This is not the time to be angry."

"Okay. I'll just come." Notte compromised.Mrs. Hudson was right, this was not the time to get personal.

Sherlock opened the bathroom door and said please in a very gentlemanly manner.

Noter walked into the bathroom with the courage to die resolutely.

"You just undressed, not to kill me." Sherlock joked.

Nott pursed her lips, and reached for the button on Sherlock's chest with trembling fingertips.

One, two, the white chest was exposed.

She paused, then closed her eyes in the next move.But closing her eyes means she can't see, that is to say, she has to fumble for the next unbuttoning.

After two more pills were removed, Sherlock had no choice but to say, "Notte, I think, if you continue to close your eyes next, you will accidentally touch something that shouldn't be touched."

Notte: "..." She was molested by Sherlock?Is it is it? !Come and tell her no!

She ignored Sherlock and snapped his last two buttons in one go.The smoothness of the movements is incredible.

As he took off his shirt, Nott turned behind Sherlock, averting his face.But fingers inevitably touched Sherlock's skin...smooth and cold.

Throwing the shirt on the floor, Nott almost escaped from the bathroom.

She touched her cheek, it was a little hot.She is not a person who blush easily, and today's incident really challenged her bottom line.

"Give me my nightgown, please." Sherlock's voice came from behind the bathroom door.

Note: "..."

Sherlock's velvet nightgown was at hand, and Knott was wandering with a glass.The heat in the cup dissipated little by little, but she didn't seem to want to drink it.

"Notte, come in."

Hearing Sherlock's words, she put down her glass, picked up her nightgown and walked into the bathroom with a calm face.

Standing there, Sherlock was also covered in water vapor, his curly hair was wet, and he stood there with his head down, a bit like a cat that fell into the water, feeling pitiful.

However, with the height of Noote, it is definitely not such a scene, but a different kind of scenery... In short, this time the visual impact is much greater than before.

She seems to see mermaid lines and abs... stop!

Nott looked away, helping Sherlock into his nightgown as quickly as possible.

"Please fasten the belt, thank you."

Nuo Te raised her head and stared at him, it was enough, she also only had one hand, how to tie the belt!

Sherlock picked up one strap with his left hand, and Nott paused, then picked up the other.

The first time the two cooperated, they were both left-handed, so it was inevitable that they were a bit clumsy.When it was the last one, Sherlock took Notte and tied a crooked bow.

"Good night, my dear girl." Sherlock bowed his head and kissed her forehead.

Knott walked out of the bathroom with a dazed expression, picked up the cocoa on the table and drank it in one gulp, ignored the food Mrs. Hudson brought, and returned to the room like floating.

There were too many shocks today, and she couldn't hold it.

【Sherlock, what happened...why did I see this...huh?Are you having sex with your sister? 】

【I just want to try...】

【How do you feel? 】

[Um...] Sherlock didn't answer.

[Sherlock, I'm going back to the headquarters to report on my work in the next three days, so please ask yourself. 】

[Debriefing?you a machine?That's right, ants still get paid every month. 】

【... Sherlock, you made the worst work report in my life. 】

[Yeah, you are using a computer to remove grass, and the effect is great. 】

【…】Sherlock, our friendship is over, see you in debt!

After half an hour...

Sherlock was lying on his side, carefully avoiding his injured right hand, with warm fragrance and nephrite in his arms.

[Sherlock, are you still climbing on the bed when you are injured? 】

[She is still too young.I don't think she can bear such a memory yet. 】

[I think her psychiatrist thinks so too. 】

[Her psychiatrist?No, she's taken over by me now. 】

[Escape is not a good way to solve the problem...I think I will only give her three months. 】

【…】I want to light up my sister paper.

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Low-grade fever, dysmenorrhea.

Notte woke up groggy in the morning, and immediately discovered these two painful facts.

She has always been in good health, but last night she was frightened and fell into the water, as well as Sherlock's restless toss.The dysmenorrhea that has become a memory of the previous life hit again, this feeling is really uncomfortable.

Knott rolled on the bed uncomfortably. She didn't understand why Sherlock died but she was always the one who was injured.

She didn't even want to deal with her low-grade fever, and thought to herself, she might as well just let the fever go, so that she wouldn't feel the pain.

Of course, all these ways will be broken by a message——

"Sweetheart, it's time for your health checkup. The person I arranged for you will pick you up at the door in half an hour. If she finds out that you're pregnant, you're dead!——ds"

At the end, Delrin rarely used an exclamation point, which shows how angry he would be if this happened.

Nuote was a little speechless, Delrin really worried more than her father.

She cheered herself up, tidied herself up, and went downstairs.

"Good morning, Noe." Sherlock sat at the dining table reading the newspaper, wearing a robe pajamas.

Nott didn't want to find out what he was wearing inside or how to change his clothes. For his current situation, the clothes were very suitable-not suitable for going out, not suitable for seeing people.

As the night passed, Sherlock looked refreshed, not even feeling weak after an injury...if his already excessively fair skin was anything to go by.

"Good morning, Sherlock." Knott greeted slyly.

"You look worse than last night. You have a low fever, uh..." Sherlock paused, as if he couldn't say the next word, "I smell the blood on your body...you understand."

Nuote: "..." I understand, but I hope you don't understand!

"You're going to the hospital? No, you won't. Your family doctor is waiting for you downstairs."

"Yes, to be precise, it's a substitute family doctor. So, I'm going out for a while... Sherlock, considering your current situation, don't bother, and let me go for a while, okay?"

Nott closed the door.

Sherlock closed the newspaper and tossed it aside, looking disinterested.

"Boring, and I'm the only one left."