[Comprehensive] The sea of ​​stars

In the quiet night, the shadows of the trees, the light sweetness and softness in the air, and the strong aroma of fermented milk.The wall built in the bottom of my heart collapsed, like chocolate melting in my mouth, full of romantic and sweet breath.

Anya couldn't help bending her eyebrows, her eyes were filled with bright and soft moonlight, and her smile was full of joy.Slowly, slowly, she bent down and put her face on Sherlock's back, feeling the soft tremors from the beating heartbeat of the male god, the blush spread on her cheeks, and her lively and happy voice was gently blown by the wind. Blowing away: "Sherlock, in that gorgeous and elegant country, I like you the most."

Because you are the only great detective in Britain, your status is incomparable!

Feeling the softness against his back and the soft and moist breath behind his ears, Sherlock showed an excited and proud smile, which was fleeting. He just squeezed the corners of his mouth tightly, raised his chin slightly, and his eyes were filled with Complacent and joyful, but revealing ecstatic eyes, the color of emerald is shining brightly.

"Did I say it too bluntly, and it didn't give you the pleasure of thinking." Anya put her head on Sherlock's neck, her voice was sly and cute.The arm was strangled lightly, but the fingers were sunk deep in the scarf, and were entangled in the fluffy wool and pulled to Sherlock's face.

Sherlock glanced at the ball that was struggling to form under the scarf, and the slender and graceful fingertips were faintly visible, and he hummed and laughed: "So now you are doing your best to create pleasure for me. Anya, you can't wait to fulfill it. I feel very relieved to be a girlfriend, but this position is inconvenient."

Create pleasure? !Posture? !

Who said Sherlock was sexual/cold/indifferent!He is obviously a dirty demon king who speaks out loud and has violent thoughts!

"Who does it, can't wait!" Anya, who blushed for a long time before she came back to her senses, covered her face in shame, and kicked her feet angrily: "Sherlock, you are too excited because of the nicotine stickers now, do you want to?" I'll take the anti-wolf spray in my bag and let you calm down!"

"Why would I use nicotine when you can get me high."

The natural words, with the inherent pride, but the hidden tenderness, neutralized the mockery and blended into heart-pounding love words.

Anya was dizzy from being teased, and suddenly remembered one thing - when did she become Sherlock's girlfriend? !Isn't that memory palace the one she imagined? If so, how could it be a true confession?The person who was put together by the Memory Palace and Moriarty could be regarded as a lover by Sherlock? !

That Moriarty...

Thinking about it!

Anya covered her mouth and smiled softly.

Hearing the cheerful laughter without haze at all, Sherlock straightened up unconsciously, and walked forward briskly.

The glass doors of the hotel reflected the warm orange light.

Sherlock looked at the reflected transparent shadow, Anya was lying on his back, sleeping soundly and harmlessly, her arms wrapped around his neck trustingly, and the corners of her mouth had a beautiful curve of trust, making those eyebrows and eyes more gentle and beautiful.

He retracted his gaze as if nothing had happened, but his eyes were a little emotionally erratic.If, every morning when you open your eyes, you see that scene, then getting out of bed will really be a difficult task.

"Hi sir, can I help you with anything?"

Seeing the handsome man in front of him subconsciously take a step back, frowning and looking back, the waiter immediately nodded knowingly, smiled and lowered his volume.

Anya snorted softly, opened her eyes in a daze, and gradually regained her consciousness. Her sober eyes met the waiter's ambiguous eyes, and the waiter winked at her playfully, and said, "Mr. The relationship looks really enviable."

envious? !What are you envious of? Envy Sherlock that she is on the same emotional line as the crime boss? !

Sherlock nodded, turned around and walked towards the elevator, but his eyes were unconsciously filled with satisfaction. "You woke up just right, what's the room number?"

"302." Anya replied in a daze, before realizing it.The question was so straightforward that she couldn't help but say the answer.She gritted her teeth and curled her lips. Really, she actually used methods of fooling suspects and witnesses to deal with her. "Stop! Sherlock, put me down now, and turn around and go back to where you live."

"Of course I live with you."

"Wrong, you and Watson are the cohabitants." Anya looked up triumphantly, seeing Sherlock opened his mouth to think about what to say, and quickly added: "It doesn't matter whether it will be later or later, at least it is now. "

Seeing Sherlock staring at her blankly, Anya jumped into the room fearlessly, touched Sherlock's chest with a slight smile, "Sherlock, see you tomorrow, good night." Then, she closed the door unceremoniously. He opened the door, imagining Sherlock's aggrieved eyes, and laughed happily.

"It seems that something has happened that makes you very happy."

A voice suddenly came from behind, which made Anya's eyes widen in fright, and she immediately turned around and looked over: "Macrof?!"

As cute as a fried Persian cat.McCoff stood up with a smile, walked up to Anya with a black umbrella, bent slightly, and performed a gentleman's etiquette, with a charming and elegant voice: "Nice to see you again, Anya."

But she is not happy now!There's a big living person hiding in the room or something, it's scary!Let her instantly recall the horrible time when she was dominated by the plot in "Criminal Minds" where she randomly entered the house and killed someone in the closet!

"It looks a bit cold outside." Mycroft looked at the slightly trembling slender shoulders, reached out to hold those hands, and pulled her to the side of the sofa, and the two sat close together.

No, I was trembling because of your fright!Anya complained in her heart, but couldn't help asking: "Why are you here, Mycroft, in my room?! Why didn't you call me and tell me beforehand?!" Be mentally prepared.

"Sorry, I came too hastily. Besides, I can't be too aboveboard in the United States."

"I understand." Anya nodded. After all, she is the man behind the British government. If she comes to the United States to inspect the country like this, she really has to hold her tail. "Have you had dinner then?"

"No." Mycroft, who deliberately rejected the plane meal prepared by Anthea, gave his answer confidently.Although he was hungry and uncomfortable after waiting for a long time, the girl he missed was close at hand, even if he looked into those smiling eyes, he no longer felt empty.

Anya sighed helplessly, and picked up the phone on the table: "I'm here to order food, and I happen to be hungry too, so we can have a light supper together." Well, by the way, is there a Sherlock Holmes The husband also lives here, if so, then she can help to order one too.

Mycroft smiled and nodded, looking at Anya's extremely fair and beautiful side face with her hair hanging down, her eyes flickered slightly.He always has the most romantic candlelight dinner with Anya.

"Hi, I'm Anya."

"Anya, come down and have breakfast."

Through the phone, Sherlock's subwoofer was still terribly charming. Anya went through the electricity all over her body, and was so stimulated that she woke up completely.She scratched her messy hair, ran to the window with bare feet, opened the curtains, and saw the expressionless face of the curly-haired detective.She couldn't help laughing, and waved her hand happily, before she quickly hid back and tidied herself up.

"Miss, please wait a moment. This is a gentleman who asked me to help you."

Anya, who ran to the door excitedly, took a thin album from the waiter in a daze.After opening, black and white lines outline the portrait of two people wearing wedding dresses and gowns. The brush strokes of comics exaggerate the beauty and fantasy, and the whole scene is as romantic as a wedding in a dream.

The album ends with: Thank you so much for your help last night and your boyfriend - Jonny.

It's actually the cartoonist who collaborated with her in the signing event this time!The world is full of coincidences!

Anya, who was still a little awkward about Sherlock as the wedding partner, immediately held the album in her arms, and ran towards Sherlock with a smile. She wanted to share this unexpected surprise with Sherlock.

As a result, when he ran to the door, he found that it was raining heavily in Los Angeles. Sherlock, who was standing across the road, was obscured by the fine rain, and his windbreaker was blown up and down.

Sherlock's oblique opponent, Mycroft's black umbrella is very conspicuous, and the food hanging under the umbrella has a stronger fragrance when shaken. He saw Anya smiled, and the corners of his mouth twitched to reveal the emotion of anticipation.

Anya's eyes widened, feeling inexplicable panic for the first time.She always felt that as long as she stepped in one direction, she would be a stranger to another person from then on.

It's better to act decisively than to drag your feet!

Heartbroken, Anya hugged the picture album and faced one direction and wanted to run out, but felt that the world in front of her suddenly darkened, and the light through the umbrella was much dimmer.The sound of raindrops hitting the umbrella surface is crisp and pleasant, just like the background music in TV dramas full of girlish hearts.

"Anya."

The voice calling her name was gentle and yearning, as if the relationship between them was still intact.

The person who thought they would never see each other again was standing behind her at this moment, and thoughtfully opened an umbrella for her.