[comprehensive] tin can girlfriend

"Like me?" Sherlock took out the specimen under the microscope, was busy with work, and didn't pay any attention to Molly when he spoke.Such blunt words made Jasmine stunned in place. Seeing Sherlock's bland reaction, she was a little ashamed. Following his example, she pretended not to care, and snorted softly, "Well, I like you."

Sherlock slowly took off his glasses, took off his rubber gloves, propped his right hand on the laboratory table to support his chin, and his gaze on Jasmine was a little blurred.Jasmine's palms were sweating, she glanced at Sherlock quietly, and forced herself to look back.

"I'm sorry." Sherlock sighed inaudibly, hung up his white clothes and left the laboratory.

Jasmine, who stayed where she was, turned pale and covered her face with her hands.After a while, Jasmine packed up the experiment bench by herself and walked away.

Sherlock never took the initiative to contact Jasmine again, and Jasmine was not a stalker, so the two broke off contact.Moriarty focused on Jasmine at this time, and approached her under the pretense of someone else's identity. By chance, Sherlock met Moriarty and Jasmine who were having dinner together. For some reason, Sherlock exposed Molly. Riarty's disguised homosexual identity.

Embarrassed to survive the dinner time, Jasmine forced herself to say goodbye to the two men politely, returned to the dormitory, kicked off her high heels and plunged into the quilt without moving.

"Jasmine! Jasmine!" Wanda's voice came from the phone. Jasmine got up slowly after the call, pulled two strands of her hair indiscriminately, and connected to the video.

Wanda didn't notice that Jasmine's expression was slightly darker than usual, and she chatted with Jasmine about the interesting things that happened around her recently.

And Jasmine's mood gradually calmed down, and she occasionally responded with a few words. After hanging up the phone, she wrote a letter to the Tadis couple to report her safety.After thinking about it, Jasmine took her bag, took a taxi to the city center, and bought a lot of things.

When Jasmine was walking back with difficulty, she was worried about how to get the dormitory key from the bottom of the bag for a while, and Jasmine, who walked through the corner of the corridor, froze in place when she saw a familiar figure.

"Sherlock?" Jasmine was mostly surprised, and walked in front of Sherlock without much hesitation.Sherlock conveniently moved what was in Jasmine's hand to his own: "Are you dating him?"

"No." Jasmine immediately refuted Sherlock's words, thought carefully, and improved her wording a little, "How should I put it, the two of us haven't reached the point where we want to establish a relationship."

Sherlock was silent, he followed behind Jasmine, and put the things where Jasmine was satisfied with ease.

"I have one more thing to discuss with you." Jasmine looked at Sherlock's actions, her nose sore, and she silently mourned her first love that she hadn't had time to start twice, "As your friend, can I ask you to Don't make deductions on me?"

Hearing this, Sherlock fixed his eyes on Jasmine, but Jasmine avoided his gaze uncomfortably. She always felt that Sherlock was a bit different today.Sherlock gradually approached Jasmine until he came within a distance that Jasmine felt a little close to. When he was about to speak, Sherlock stretched out his hand, lowered his head, and trapped Jasmine between his chest and the wooden door.

The light in the dormitory was dim, and the fine curly hair couldn't cover the light in Sherlock's eyes. The two of them were so close that their breaths blended together, and Jasmine could even smell the faint scent of men's perfume on Sherlock's body.

Jasmine opened her mouth, but Sherlock lowered his head again at that instant, and the two noses touched each other, feeling each other's body temperature.Jasmine raised her head, and she saw her flushed face and her watery eyes in Sherlock's eyes.

Jasmine put her hand on Sherlock's chest, and the breath she spoke sprayed on Sherlock's face, creating a vague temptation: "I remember you rejected me?"

"Now I'll give you a chance to reject me." Sherlock raised his eyebrows, showing full confidence, "But, you want to reject me?"

"At least you stay away from me first?" Jasmine compared the overly intimate posture and the somewhat dangerous distance between the two of them with her eyes. Even before she knew it, she stood on tiptoe and pulled the distance between the two of them. get closer.

Sherlock responded unhurriedly: "But I think I need to hear your answer first."

Jasmine bit her lip and glared fiercely at Sherlock: "It's not fair! At least, you haven't said you like me yet..."

Jasmine's attitude gave Sherlock a great hint, he smiled in a low voice, and pressed his lips against Jasmine's cheek: "I'm very happy."

Sherlock's laughter and deep voice made Jasmine's legs go weak, and the warm touch on her face made her cheeks heat up continuously. At the same time, there was an inexplicable impulse lingering in her heart, urging Jasmine to do something.Jasmine stared straight at Sherlock's lips, noticing this, Sherlock held back the ever-expanding smile on his lips, purposely approached the corner of Jasmine's mouth, and saw Jasmine's dilated pupils with satisfaction.

Jasmine, who was really tempted, hugged Sherlock's shoulders with both hands, closed her eyes, and sent herself up.Sherlock hugged Jasmine tightly with both hands, and quickly seized the initiative.

After the kiss, Jasmine, who regained her sanity a little, buried herself in Sherlock's chest and refused to come out.Sherlock hugged Jasmine and sat on the bed, feeling the slightly elevated body temperature on his chest: "Come with me to see Mycroft tomorrow, we have a case."

The ambiguous atmosphere was completely shattered like an avalanche, Jasmine's face was still red, but she looked up at Sherlock expressionlessly.

Sherlock put his arms around Jasmine's waist without any embarrassment, met Jasmine's eyes, and nodded: "It just happens to be useful for you."

Jasmine slapped him across the face, and followed Sherlock to meet Mycroft the next day.Facts have proved that Sherlock was at a disadvantage many times when he was fighting with Moriarty, and it was Mycroft who took the initiative to suppress the matter in this case.

Jasmine, who was obediently sitting next to Sherlock, raised her head to see Mycroft's gloomy face, and looked at her hand with a wink. Sherlock, a real brat, leaned comfortably on the sofa, ignoring Mycroft.

Mycroft smiled instead of anger, and compared with Sherlock's tone, it was slow and charming: "Charlie, it seems that your adolescent restlessness problem has been solved?"

Sherlock froze and rushed towards Mycroft.But how could Mycroft be intimidated by Sherlock? He didn't even look at the dessert at hand, and turned to look at Jasmine: "Jasmine, when I first arrived in England, I thought you were the kind of obedient child. Thinking about being taken by Sherlock to run wildly throughout London after a few months, if it wasn't me this time, how would you explain to Mr. Tardis?"

Sherlock, who didn't intend to make things big, didn't expect things to have such an outcome at all at the very beginning. Speaking of it, his adrenaline soared. In front of Jasmine, he impulsively exposed himself to danger, and Jasmine of course It was impossible to watch Sherlock rush into the danger and grab him, but he didn't expect to be led into danger by him.

"Xiali." Seeing that Jasmine remained silent, Mycroft turned to another brat, and looked at his lower body meaningfully, "I think you should worry about your...problem rather than solving the case?"

Sherlock's face was paralyzed, speechless.When Mycroft finally suppressed the anger in his heart and was satisfied to see the trembling little white rabbit Jasmine and the expressionless big white rabbit Sherlock, he left with mille-feuille.

Mycroft had mentioned the Tardiss, and Molly thought she should inform them of what had happened.When Jasmine was deep in thought, Sherlock suddenly reached out and held her hand. When Jasmine looked over, Sherlock let her lean on his shoulder to support her.

Jasmine held Sherlock's hand instead: "Have time tomorrow? Let's go on a date."

In Westminster Abbey, Sherlock held Jasmine's hand, the two of them didn't talk much, the atmosphere was good, the sun shone through the doorpost on the way they were walking, and it was very warm.Sherlock's face was covered by the scarf, and the other hand was in his pocket. The whole body was wrapped up. Jasmine beside him was also fully armed. Compared with Sherlock, she also wore a white and brown hat made of rex rabbit fur. The hat is very cute.

"Mycroft said you have puberty agitation problem?" When Jasmine turned sideways, the hair hanging down her ears made Sherlock's hands itch.

Sherlock avoided answering, pinning the broken hair beside Jasmine's ear.Jasmine blinked, and was surprised to find that Sherlock's ears were red.

"Hey..." Jasmine bumped into Sherlock's shoulder, and looked at him narrowly, "Speaking of which, why did Sherlock Holmes, who is not enlightened at all, suddenly come to me and confess to me?"

Sherlock glanced lightly at Jasmine, indulged her, stretched out his hand to protect the person beside him, tilted his head to kiss her on the head, and listened to Jasmine's nonsense.Jasmine took advantage of the opportunity to put her arms around Sherlock's waist, leaned her head on his shoulder, and nestled in Sherlock's arms without looking at the road: "Tell me, don't you mean to discuss with Mycroft?" Tell me about your love experience?"

The footsteps of the two echoed in the empty church, coupled with Jasmine's sweet voice, Sherlock felt a little enjoyment, he bowed his head and kissed Jasmine's cheek, smiled and whispered in her ear: "To Mycroft Is it stupid to ask for help with emotional problems?"

Jasmine smiled and kissed Sherlock: "Not stupid, not stupid."

The melodious bells came from the church, and Jasmine heard Sherlock's confession against the setting sun.Sherlock walked very casually, and spoke very casually, not at all as shy as before: "Fatty man let me understand a fact, I like you very much."

It's the kind of liking that wants to spend the rest of my life with you.