[BBCsherlock] To you in my heart

On the contrary, the taste is more cloudy and ambiguous.After entering the wine, it is sweet, and the rest is full of spicy.The girl choked and wiped her eyes.

"Are you still staring at that professor?" She lowered the volume, in fact, she didn't need to do this, because it was difficult to hear each other's voices in such a noisy environment.It was rare for Sherlock to dress casually.The formal attire was finally replaced by a plaid shirt.He fiddled with the wine bottle, didn't smile, but his voice was confident: "Well, as stupid as he is, it's hard not to be noticed."

The bloated old professor was making love to a plump girl not far away.Scale... slightly larger.

Sharon was not used to being pulled to this place.She's still a good girl, and she usually drinks fruit wine. She never comes to such an occasion except to cheer her college roommates.

She and Sherlock stayed in an inconspicuous place, but the view here was pretty good (Sherlock probably calculated it carefully), and she could see the people on the stage more clearly.The mentioned master of love really changed his appearance. He was so delicate and shy. There was no trace of him in the visual kei boy with his flamboyant hairstyle, flamboyant singing voice, and avant-garde attire.

"So, falling in love is still risky." She sighed softly.

but……

Are they going to spend the night here?

That Mr. Target didn't do anything other than strip off the girl under him!

Sherlock drank his wine in a serious (?) manner, felt the little head next to him approach, and the corners of his lips turned up.

"If you don't want to watch it, don't watch it." "No, I'll wipe my eye poo."

I don't know how many songs have been changed, and my eyelids are trembling at a high frequency.Looking at the several empty wine bottles at hand, she froze for a moment, then glanced sideways at Sherlock, who was dumbfounded.

——That look... No, no, don't tell her he's drunk!My lord!stand up!You see, the old professor and that beauty have both cut to the chase... Ahh!She didn't peek!

"Sherlock? Sherlock?" He waved tentatively in front of the man's eyes, and the man who looked like some kind of feline followed the girl's hand, and then hiccupped shamelessly.

No no no, this is the rhythm of the mess - how can she be so smart that she can drag Sherlock back without missing any clues and exposing the two of them?

A normal plot shouldn't be that the heroine is so drunk that she starts to drink like crazy, and she acts cute and cries in the arms of the hero, and then the two of them either spend a warm night, or start [beep——

Now things seem to be eerily reversed (not counting).She counted the bottles of wine she drank, feeling appalled.Could it be that he is the legendary "Thousand Cups Are Not Drunk"?She doesn't like this attribute very much...the attribute that only collects people's mess!

"Mycroft... hiccup!" Sherlock smirked (probably), and punched the girl's chest (No, no, no brother, where are you touching!)

"Didn't expect it... Hiccup! I told him everything about you spying on Lestrade... Hiccup! He's so angry... Hiccup!"

I didn't expect the kung fu of gossip to be so profound, shouldn't she kneel on the ground and worship?

"Hmph...you have hit me hard since you were a child...ha! Didn't you fall into my hands in the end?" Although it was not the time, the drunk Sherlock...

Good, so cute!She seems to have found a great button!

Just listened to the big detective complaining for nearly an hour, even though Sharon still tried to keep looking directly at the man and woman (how shameful), unfortunately, Sherlock wanted to do some strange things in the middle - such as breaking a big stone on his chest, using She was only distracted by the wine bottle on her nose for a few minutes, and when she looked up again, both of them left.

...so nothing happened tonight.

In the end, it was Sherlock, who was unwilling to stop for a moment while the girl was holding her mouth halfway, walking alone in the cold wind.I stopped a taxi on the way, and returned to my residence under the strange gaze of the driver.

"Uh——" As soon as she stepped into the door, Sharon was frightened by an unpleasant voice, her feet slipped, and she hurriedly pushed the man, trying to push him into the bathroom. "I want to vomit in the bathroom... ah!"

The body flew into the air with a swipe, and the fabric between the legs conveyed the temperature of the beating meridians of the arms.Sharon put her arms around the man's neck conditionally, and tilted her head, her clear eyes nearly blinded her.

"Are you pretending to be drunk?!"

Asked angrily, at the same time, Sherlock hugged her and stepped into the room without saying a word.

Everyone Loves to Destroy (Repair)

In fact Sherlock was indeed drunk.

Because he could easily see his aggressive pale eyes through the girl's round pupils.

But so what.

The scorching breath exhaled by the man fully showed his manic and restless psychology at the moment, and Sharon was not so naive and ignorant that he couldn't even see this kind of desire.It stands to reason that the original self should not be in favor of doing this kind of thing between men and women before marriage.

But so what.

What is the concept of the situation of the two?Maybe if they live today, they won't see tomorrow.Sometimes it's really too late if you don't indulge a little.

Thinking of this, she hooked her hand, hooked Sherlock's neck, and pulled him down to an angle just enough for her lips to touch.

Nights in a foreign country are longer than ever.

Until the moment she regained consciousness, only one line popped into her mind.

——Grandma, granddaughter was crushed by a ghost?Why can't you move your whole body?

Lowering her head with difficulty, a white arm tightly wrapped around her shoulders.The leg was also clasped tightly by the other long leg without leaving a single seam.

Oh, don't overthink it.She's in full pajamas now.The reason is——after being exhausted for a while, she slept until midnight, and the cold wind felt uncomfortable on her body, so she got up and climbed out of bed (really crawling) to pick up her pajamas and put them on obediently, just in case cold.

Hey——Sighed to himself, moved his body, finally, the octopus holding him loosened, and immediately after that, his body felt cold—well, the little curly hair snatched the cold away.

...Mr. Holmes, are you following the rhythm of lonely life?

After pondering whether he got out of bed to prepare breakfast or waited for the lunch time, he touched his flat belly, Sharon sat upright firmly, and Mr. Toe had nestled into the gentle place of Miss Slippers .

"...Where are you going?"

Sherlock really didn't wake up very much, his voice has a strong nasal voice, with a grainy accent, which is too crisp.

"It's time for breakfast, Sherlock. Would you like some pasta?"

"Uh-uh, I listen to you." You are so peaceful, well, the subtext is that I still have to sleep. What do you like -3-

However, if Sherlock hadn't rubbed his eyes and turned around while saying this, and accidentally lifted the quilt, and accidentally exposed his chest, she would be happy to treat the other party as a coquettish child or some large stuffed animal.

After comforting her eyes and mind, Sharon put on only a coat and walked slowly into the kitchen.

The 15-minute wait is not long or short.Looking at his face circling in the tumbling boiling water, remembering what happened last night, his eyes seemed to be imprinted with the swirls that appeared in the comics.

It's impossible not to be shy.Besides, she still has a little physical reaction now.My legs are a little sore, and my back is not feeling well.Ever since she was a child, she has always felt that this kind of thing is so miraculous, so much so that when she was a child, she always thought that after her parents got married, she would naturally become pregnant...

Childhood is such a magical term.

Ah, it seems to be far away.

Today, Sherlock who was eating noodles was unexpectedly well-behaved.I don't know if it's her illusion, but Sherlock is as docile as a sheep these days (it seems to be.) Sharon took some salt from the kitchen, and when she came out, there was an extra glass of warm water on her seat.

"Did you pour it for me, Sherlock?"

"Otherwise who else would it be. Judging by your physical fitness, drinking more warm water won't give you a headache." He forked a tomato slice, as if he were treating a corpse, planning to conduct an autopsy.

To tell the truth, she was still very moved and gratified.

My family has an older brother growing up...

After breakfast, the sun came up silently, scorching the bare arms and thighs of passers-by, almost turning them into butter.So when Sharon saw Sherlock preparing to put on his suit jacket exaggeratedly, the fruit knife used to peel apples in his hand almost lost its grip.

"Sherlock, are you infected by Mycroft?" She looked hot. "Maybe it's brotherly love. Don't you, mom and dad also hope so." He buttoned his cuffs and opened the door.However, Sherlock just stood at the door, thinking about something.

"Maybe you need a...good morning kiss?" Sharon raised her head in a strange posture, because she seemed to be unable to look directly into someone's eyes.The man didn't respond, but just opened his hands generously, as if asking someone to hug him.

This is, asking for a kiss and a hug?

Grandma, she seems to have found a cute contrast.

Both of them skillfully completed the first step to go out.This is not surprising - there is nothing to be pretentious about even doing the last step!Just looking at the movements of the man's hands, it seems that he wants to pull her out of the door together?

"Let's go."

Listen, what you said is a matter of course.

She is quite familiar with the atmosphere in the university.The stretches of linden trees in little bundles reminded her of her new