[Shen Xia] When Watson has Twitter

#黑berry姐姐的同人文--never betrayed#

Sarah found that Dr. Watson was not quite the same as before.

In fact, Watson in the past was not a talkative person. He had a clean and warm smile, loved his work, and was a rare good military doctor.It's just that now, he's quieter than before, and he doesn't even want to tell those cute little jokes.

He likes to be in a daze and read books. The "Gene Origin" is so thick that Sarah feels a toothache.

The changes in peanuts are so subtle that others may not be able to see them, but Sarah can see every bit of them.

"What's wrong with Dr. Watson?" Sarah stopped the head nurse.

The head nurse, Jasmine, has been here as long as Watson, and she has always taken care of Sarah. After hearing Sarah's question, Jasmine smiled: "Obviously, our good doctor is in love, but it seems to be unrequited love. .”

Sarah was a little sad: "Really, I don't know who is so lucky."

"The one who can capture Dr. Watson must be a fiery English rose. We will see it sooner or later." Jasmine was not ignorant of Sarah's careful thoughts, but she didn't point it out. She smiled and dragged her to change the patient's bandages.

Watson didn't know the arguments behind them, he was just thinking about how long it would take him to throw the curly-haired man out of his head.

It was just a brief encounter, and the closest they got was a friendly handshake, the man wouldn't even give him a hug.As if saving his life was insignificant.

I saved his life, but now, he may be going to die.

Possibly he is dead.Watson felt irritated at the thought.

And sorrow.

He was still a good doctor and did his job, but the war was coming to an end.According to later officers, it was because Sherlock brought precious information.

A prisoner of war who speaks out information simply dies.Again Watson fell into a strange pattern of silent passivity.

However, on the day the enemy surrendered, a guest was welcomed in the empty treatment camp.

Everyone went to meet the hero who returned in triumph, only Watson stayed in the treatment camp alone and did not go out.He was sorting the few remaining medicines. Among the soldiers who came back, there must be many injured. Tomorrow will be a very busy day.He was alone in the empty treatment camp, but Watson was not very worried because he had a gun in his pocket and enough bullets.

At this time, the sound of soles hitting the floor suddenly came from my ears.No one wears leather shoes or military boots here, they all put on soft-soled shoes for the sake of quietness, so whoever comes in must be an outsider.

Watson quickly squatted in the shadows, reached into his pocket and held the cold gun, which was full of bullets.As the voice approached, sweat stains appeared on Watson's forehead, but he still didn't move, he just opened the safety catch with his thumb.Then, at the moment when the voice suddenly stopped, Watson stood up abruptly, holding the gun in his left hand and holding it steady with the right, his hands were as firm as iron.

However, when he saw the face of the man in front of him clearly, Watson's pupils shrank suddenly.

He was wearing a dark green military uniform, which matched the color of his eyes very well. The medal on his chest was shining very brightly, proudly proclaiming his master's exploits. The breeches and riding boots well outlined the man's long straight legs.He stood there, seemingly a little surprised, a few unruly black curly hairs ran out from the brim of the hat on his head. The brim of the hat blocked the sunlight, but it still couldn't cover the man's beautiful eyes.

Blue-green, as beautiful as amber.

Watson did not put down the gun, but he tried hard not to scream.He stared at the man in front of him, and then said, "Sherlock, you are not dead."

Sherlock, who was dressed in a British military uniform, nodded after hearing this: "Yes, we have won."

"what?"

"We won, the enemy surrendered, and I think you should know about that. Also, John, it makes me feel bad that you pointed a gun at me."

Watson suddenly felt that something was wrong, and he tightened his grip on the gun: "Sherlock, I'm asking you, why did you say, us."

Sherlock seemed to understand the key to the problem, he blinked: "I am the officer of M16, Sherlock Holmes."

Holmes... Watson gritted his teeth. If he remembered correctly, the head of the secret service at M16 was also surnamed Holmes.Watson didn't really believe Sherlock's words, yes, in his heart this person was the enemy major general, the guy who should have died a long time ago.But Watson put the gun in his pocket, then rushed forward, grabbed Sherlock by the neck and pushed him to the ground.

Sherlock was a little taken aback by this sudden change, but when he was savagely thrown down by Watson, he quickly wrapped his legs around Watson's leg, and then forcefully threw Watson off. Flip on the ground.Sherlock's riding boots were tightly clamped on Watson's cotton trousers, and his knees touched Watson's hip bones, which hurt.

"What are you doing?" Sherlock frowned, looking down at Watson.

Watson was so angry that he just wanted to laugh, so he laughed, and then punched Sherlock hard in the face.

If this is telling the truth, then Watson will beat him up for being deceived by him for so long; if he is telling lies...he is called the enemy!

Sherlock's cheekbones were high and hard, which made the back of Watson's hand very painful.Sherlock was also taken aback by his beating, and looked at Watson with a frown, only to see that Watson picked up the gun again and pointed it at his left heart.

"You should have a scar here." Watson pressed the cold muzzle of the gun.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows slightly, but he didn't feel any fear, but slowly took off the black gloves on his hands with his teeth, threw them aside, and then gently wrapped the back of Watson's hands with his wide, dry and warm palms : "You can check it yourself."

"Release me." Watson's blue eyes fixed on Sherlock's chin.

Sherlock bent down slightly, not afraid of the gun on his chest at all.

To Sherlock Holmes, who loves to observe, reason, and logic, Watson is a strange enigma.This person clearly likes him—in fact, when he was undercover in the enemy country, many people looked at him like this, mixed with admiration and lust, almost naked enough to swallow people.However, Watson never did anything else, never pursued, confessed, or even contacted.

Sherlock had waited patiently, waiting for him to confess, and then developed a beautiful hospital romance, enjoyed the body and smile of this beautiful smiling man, and then went their separate ways.

But now, Sherlock has changed his mind.

He wanted this man, John Watson, this man belonged to Sherlock, and Sherlock didn't want to let him go when he sliced ​​the scalpel into his chest.

Using strength in his hand, Sherlock grabbed the doctor's wrist and pressed it on top of the doctor's head.The good doctor was a little panicked, because his hands, feet and body were firmly pressed down by the man, so he couldn't move at all. He couldn't even raise his head, but he could only see the beautiful buttons on the man's military uniform.

Sherlock leaned forward, and the tip of his nose touched the face of the good doctor. Sherlock tilted his head slightly: "Your eyes tell me that you want me."

Watson wanted to deny it, but the man pushed his knee between his legs wickedly.

There, the swelling made Watson's ears turn red.

"God..." Hua Sheng pursed his lips tightly, and the next moment, his lips and teeth were pried open by the man domineeringly.

The man's black curly hair was very soft, touching Watson's cheek. With his eyes open, Watson could see the man's beautiful pupils. The colors inside were enough to confuse people's hearts.Watson's hand holding the gun was shaking, and he couldn't move at all when he was held down by the man.

Eventually, he gave up, closed his eyes and began to respond.

Sherlock was very satisfied, and he let go of Watson before Watson fainted from holding his breath: "John, if I remember correctly, the ward I live in is the innermost one."

Watson froze for a moment, then looked over.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a tightness around his waist, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that he was actually carried by a man on his shoulders.

"Put me down!" Watson felt that Sherlock had seriously damaged his self-esteem as a man.

Sherlock moved his shoulders lightly, signaling him to be quiet: "We don't have much time. In fact, Mycroft will pick me up in three hours."

"Homosexuality is illegal, Sherlock!" Watson gritted his teeth.

"If there are flowers in hell, it's good to go and see." Sherlock walked unhurriedly, "John, I hope the bed in the house hasn't been removed, it's too cold to do it on the floor, you know, My immunity has been weak since I was injured."

Watson didn't speak any more. The moment he was thrown on the bed, he comforted himself, enduring the damage to his health. He has been abstinent for five years, and proper indulgence is understandable.

The way Sherlock unbuttons it is charming.

The way Sherlock unbuttons other people is also charming.

Hey, where did you put the lube? !

"I bought a small clinic next to Baker Street." A second before the climax, Sherlock's low cello-like voice sounded in Watson's ear, "If you don't mind, where can we go to rent together, the landlady and I have a good relationship and can give us a cheap price."

"Anything is fine, anything is fine... Sherlock..."

Sherlock agreed as Watson.

A clinic, a lover, and except no children—they could have a dog—everything else was as Dr. Watson had imagined it to be.

That's pretty good.

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-Harry: Sofa!

-Harry: Broth!It's nice to finally have broth QAQ upvoted Anthea

-MH: The last few paragraphs are encrypted, thanks

-Anthea: ...=mouth=BOSS!do not do that! QQ

-Harry: Luckily I'm quick

-GL: Because Mike still didn't show up in this segment, you made him unhappy Anthea, maybe serving him a scone is a good choice

-MH: Impossible

-Anthea: How about two?

-MH: Well, bring it

-Harry: Anthea, your boss doesn't seem to be very difficult to serve

-SH: My dear brother, how is your weight loss going?Of course, with this rate of sweet tooth consumption I have reason to believe that you are not making any progress, you know, your sugar intake has seriously affected your hairline

-JW: Come on, Sherlock

-SH: I'm just telling the truth

-JW: to apologize

-SH: I'm sorry

-MH: ...

-GL: Mike...the cup is new, if you dare to drop it, I will dump you

-SH: Actually, I saw the encrypted content, but I like your description of me very much, but John is quite strong, I will not overthrow him so easily, you should write some props.

-Harry: =mouth=

-Sarah: I have another line, happy face, and, John, you are actually below?Unbelievable, but the height difference is understandable

-JW:╯︵┻━┻

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