Sherlock's Girlfriend[Zhongyingmei]

As soon as Sherlock stepped into the bookstore, his expression fell, and his sharp eyes scanned Logan like a laser.

Ai Miye was considered tall among girls, she tiptoed to get the book on the high shelf, but still had some difficulty, Logan helped her take it down from behind.

Her knuckles were pale and a little cold. Logan accidentally touched her fingers when he handed her the book, and the difference in body temperature was particularly obvious.

Before Logan could ask why she was in poor health, Sherlock cut in between them, interrupting their alone time.

Danger.

He was pulling the alarm in his heart. This black-haired man spends more time with her than him in a day. We can't let such a thing happen, we must prevent it from happening.

Sherlock separated the two of them, and Logan couldn't ask the reason for her body, but raised his eyebrows, watching the consulting detective blankly blocking Ai Miye's sight with his body.

"...What are you doing?" Because the distance was too close, Ai Miye had no choice but to look up at him.

"I need you to come to something urgent." He squinted at Logan, and added, "It's a very personal matter."

"..."

Ai Miye didn't say anything about it, just reached out and pushed him aside, and told Logan a few words, as long as it doesn't damage the things in the bookstore, it's fine. If anyone finds fault, just call Chris over. If the other party still doesn't know what to do...be gentle.

Logan nodded clearly, took a cigarette in his mouth and went outside the store door to breathe.

The threatening cold wind shaved his face like a blade. He breathed out a smoke ring, and the breath he exhaled was mixed with the smoke ring, surrounded by white mist. His slightly ruffian face was hazy, his brown eyes looked at the street, and people were hurrying , Occasionally, girls would look sideways at him, but although this black-haired man was handsome and sexy, no girl dared to approach him.

Ai Miye took Sherlock upstairs. The spiral staircase is classical and elegant. Her back is petite and weak. After her snow-white hair grew out, she cut off her black hair. Fortunately, there are many blonde girls here, so she doesn't look like that. Too special.

When the lights were dim, her eyes turned dark purple, the distant and deep, bottomless abyss was glowing with fragments of skylight.

She leaned over and poured a glass of water. The water in the glass swayed, and after a while, the water calmed down.

"What's a private matter?" The voice was soft, gentle, like honey, with a hint of sweetness.

Sherlock looked at her with pale eyes as if he didn't hear it, and suddenly said, "You're tempting me."

"……?"gentlemen?

Ai Miye raised her eyebrows slightly, pursed her beautiful cherry lips, her deep purple eyes turned watery, she was naturally charming, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, with a smile on her face, "This is the temptation, sir... …Well……"

There was no way to say the rest of the words.

He put one hand on the side of her face, and the other clasped her waist tightly, and she had no room to retreat.

He never gave her the room to back off.

From the day she entered his territory, he would never let her back.

The dark curtains behind her were parted by the wind, blurring the landscape of London, row upon row of buildings, the constant flow of people passing through the streets, the azure sky merging with the rolling clouds.

There were water waves in the glass cup on the table, and the lines rippled around. A red rose was placed in the porcelain white vase beside it. The red petals were dotted on the log table. The color was distinct, but it fit very well.

As she kept going deeper, she struggled a little bit unbearably, but her strength was almost negligibly weak in front of him.

He leaned forward slightly, and her back was pressed into the sofa, which was soft and warm and would not hurt her.

Her legs were pinned down and she couldn't move. This posture...was too ambiguous, beyond the original limit.

The black skirt slid down to the thighs, exposing the delicate skin bit by bit.

The bony fingers slowly descended from the side of her face, the delicate collarbone, the full waist, and the well-proportioned white legs.

not here...

She half-closed her eyes, the corners of her eyes were flushed, and the sparkling water moistened her eyes.

He kissed her forehead, soothing her.

It's too dangerous here, Logan is downstairs.

Not a good time, not a good place.

The white knuckles pushed back, and Sherlock's big chapter held her, and his fingers were tightly clasped, her resistance became even more insignificant.

But he finally stopped.

This is not a good place, let alone a good time.

He buried himself in her neck, breathing calmly. The hot breath he exhaled sprayed on her neck, and she shrank unnaturally.

But she didn't dare to move, everything that happened just now was a warning to her.

Once there is the first time, there will be the second time. As long as some things start, they will never end.

However, he has never really possessed her.

If there are too many times, no matter how frigid a person is, he will be tortured madly, not to mention that Ai Miye has not yet reached that level of abstinence.

She decided to take the initiative to seduce him.

Although, he was the one who took that step first, but the last step... For a happy sex/life, she decided to take the initiative.

She specifically told Logan in advance and asked him to look after the bookstore for a day. Sherlock and Chris were both in the bookstore, and Logan was looking after them.

Although Logan's aura looked fierce, she wasn't very afraid of him, she just thought he was a cold-faced and warm-hearted person.

After solving the two major issues, she put on a thin shirt and opened Sherlock's room.

This thin shirt was dug out from his closet. The hem of the shirt reached her thighs, the collar button was not buttoned, and the skin at the collarbone was fair and attractive, making her look even smaller.

No matter how abstinent people are, there is no way to restrain themselves.

She saw a different color in his eyes.

It's just that he didn't step forward.

She was a little puzzled, "What are you waiting for?"

Ai Miye stepped on the floor with her bare feet, and the floor was a little cold. She had just walked two steps before Sherlock stepped forward and hugged her horizontally. This action made the shirt on her body almost useless as clothes.

He hugged her, walked to the bed, bent down, and put her on the bed, her long snow-white hair spread across the sheet, she blinked her eyes, and her lips like spring cherry blossoms opened slightly, "Don't be nervous."

"..."

This has nothing to do with nervousness.

He is waiting for her birthday.

That was a good time, not such an ordinary day, let alone this uninspiring place.

Mr. Consulting Detective's eyes narrowed, and his knuckle fingers stroked her soft lips, like cherry blossoms in early spring, pink and fragrant.

His eyes darkened, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Sweeter than honey, she's like his personal heroin, making him addicted.