[Comprehensive British and American] Those years when I opened a dessert shop on Baker Street

The mere thought of giving Sherlock a piss was joyful enough, and Winsty did it herself.

They returned to Baker Street, and before Sherlock could put down his clothes, Wensty was on top of him, trying to tie him up.

Her behavior like this can be regarded as throwing her arms around.

Sherlock closed his eyes, venting his strength, and the two of them fell on the sofa together, with Winsty laying on Sherlock's chest, reaching for a bunch of curly hair on his head.

Although he said that he wanted to fulfill her wish, but when he actually implemented it, Sherlock still resisted a little. He tilted his head back to prevent her from touching his hair.

"You don't move." Wen Sidi complained, he kept hiding, how could he look like he was sincerely pinching her.

Like a sloth clinging to a tree trunk, Winsty struggled to climb up, and finally caught a lock of his curly hair, which was soft to hold.

She smirked twice, like a fool who got drunk for the first time, tied a small rubber band on that lock of hair, and Sherlock suddenly became an apple head.

Apple's head is in stark contrast to his indifferent and resistant expression, which makes him even more cute.

This cute Sherlock is limited to today.

Winsty fumbled for her phone.

"No photographs allowed," said Sherlock, and Mycroft would have laughed off his gnawing lamb chops if he had seen him like this.

But it's a pity that such a lovely Sherlock is gone.

"Just take a picture." Winsty stretched out her finger and made a gesture of "one".

Sherlock sternly refused: "No."

"Just one shot."

"Do not."

"Just take a picture, okay?" Winsty put her arms around Sherlock's neck, and gently tapped his nose with her own, "You are the best."

When she said this, her tone was extremely coquettish.

This is what she learned from Motisia. Gomez likes this trick very much. Morticsia taught by example, men eat the trick of the woman they love. The coquettish tone can melt people like ice cubes into puddles. water.

Sherlock's eyes darkened, and their noses touched, and they could feel each other's breath.

Christmas Eve is over, and the new day is Christmas.

Winsty took it a step further, stroking his lips with hers, but every time she tried to kiss, she ran away again.

There was no light in the room, and the darkness bolstered her boldness, making her extra bold tonight.

The red ears of the two people were also hidden by the darkness.

Sherlock sighed softly, he didn't need to look in the mirror to know how stupid he was with the bundle of little knots, and Wensty actually wanted to freeze his stupid look at this moment!

"I also like today, so today is also my birthday, you should give me a new birthday present."

Sherlock kind of regretted what he had said an hour ago.

"Are you going to go back on your word?"

"Take a picture with my mobile phone." Sherlock finally compromised the promise he made, no matter how unwilling he was.

His mobile phone was always in his right pocket, and Wensty knew that she was going to get up to get it, but Sherlock had already tightly held her waist in his arms.

"I'm going to get your phone."

"You know where it is."

"Of course I know, but you look like this, how can I take it?" Being hugged by him, she couldn't even move.

"That's your business." Sherlock looked like he had nothing to do with himself.

Since she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms and hooked his neck, she should pay a little price for taking the initiative.

"Then relax a little bit, or I won't be able to breathe."

He smiled slightly, the little girl really never drafted a lie, he hugged her waist, and didn't strangle her neck, how could it make her breathless.

But Sherlock let go, and just as Winsty was about to reach for the cell phone in his coat pocket, he suddenly tightened the strength on his arms, pressing on her back, and bringing her whole body closer.

"First……"

Before she could say the last syllable, the lips of the two were already intertwined, and his intrusive breath was between the mouth and nose.

Naturally, the photo was not taken, and...Winsty felt that after their first kiss, Sherlock's kissing skills became more and more advanced. It was just a light touch like dewdrops on lily petals, but now he will Use your lips to trace the shape of her lips lightly, and then hook her with the tip of your tongue to deepen the kiss.

Winsty's mind was dizzy, and she was thinking in a trance that Sherlock was really studying the books he bought back.

After a long kiss.

"Happy Birthday," Sherlock said cheerfully, "and Merry Christmas."

He's like a hungry cat.

Phew, Wensty's lips were sparkling, and she took a deep breath.

Before Winsty remembered taking pictures of him, Sherlock quietly pulled off the small rubber band on his head, and strode towards the bathroom as an excuse to take a shower after a day of running around.

"If you're bored, you can unwrap the present." Sherlock said to her, so that when he came out of the shower, her mind would be on other presents, and she would no longer think about taking pictures of him. up.

After unwrapping the presents, Wensty remembered that at noon today, Mycroft also sent her a message of congratulations, with a huge file attached:

Happy birthday and happy Christmas Eve, the following is my birthday present for you, please make sure that Sherlock is not by your side when you unwrap the present.

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— Mycroft Holmes

Wensty clicked on the attachment, and a video popped up. The video was not long, only 2 minutes, but these 2 minutes were the 2 minutes that Sherlock wanted to destroy the most.

Sherlock is a girl's name, and he was often dressed as a girl as a child.

In this video, a little curly who is not as tall as a chair is wearing a pale yellow princess dress, holding a fairy wand in his hand, and is happily twirling around.

There is also a vague message in the video: I'mabarbiegirl, inabarbieworld...

This video greatly made up for Wensty's regret that Sherlock was not photographed.

Wensty wrote back to Mycroft: Thank you.

It was already early morning, and the hard-working Mycroft was still awake. His reply was quick, and two new messages popped up on Wensty's cell phone in a short while. The first one was a reply to her thanks: You're welcome.

The other list seemed inexplicable, and he replied: Sherlock has never had a dog.

Like the dusty room of the Sherlock Holmes home, it was a veiled secret.

Mycroft handed her the key, giving her the chance to open the mysterious door.