[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

Connie woke up naturally in the early morning of the next day. Although she was secretly kissed last night, so that she blushed and hid in the bed, it took a long time before she fell asleep drowsily.However, when I opened my eyes early this morning, I felt a sense of fullness from sleeping until I woke up naturally.

Is she sleeping too long, or the quality of sleep is too good?

With the corner of her mouth bent, Connie walked out of the room barefoot. The room was still in a mess, but there was no one there.

Suddenly recalling that John and Mycroft slept together last night, looking at the sofa, the creases on it are still there, it looks like a lot of tossing... Connie pursed her lips, the door on the second floor " With a sound, the branches opened from the outside to the inside.

A curly-haired Sherlock stood outside the door with a bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

The broken hair fell down, and there seemed to be a faint mist, like the first raindrops falling in the morning.

"Boom" "Boom"

Connie blinked and took a deep breath, clutching her chest.

The dark brown pupils moved, and the eyebrows seemed to wrinkle slightly. Connie held her breath subconsciously...wouldn't she be discovered?

But he frowned lightly, stepped forward, stretched out his frosty fingers, embraced her, and hugged her.

"???" Connie was stunned, looking at his face so close, her eyelids blinked so hard that she couldn't help it.

"Why?" Connie asked timidly, subconsciously frightened by his aura at this time.

Sherlock lowered his head and looked at the pair of little feet hanging in the air. They were white and tender, looking like freshly peeled eggs.

"Remember to wear shoes next time."

He opened his mouth lightly, retracted his gaze, and looked into her pupils.

"Oh... huh???" Connie was stunned for a moment, glanced at her cold feet, and then realized, with a small face like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay... I will remember it next time. "

This gulping answer made Sherlock narrow his eyes, and seeing that she was still secretly rejoicing in her own little world, he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, let's have breakfast." He picked up the bag in his hand, put Connie on the sofa, got up and went to the room to get a new pair of socks.

The long men's socks were put on Connie's small feet, and when they were pulled tight, they almost reached her knees. When she watched Sherlock put his socks on for her, but they stretched to half of her calves, Connie paused. Suddenly, he couldn't hide his depressed expression.

Her boyfriend's feet can reach a quarter of her legs... Speaking of which, she seemed to have just reached Sherlock's chin when she jumped up.

#The world is really full of all kinds of situations that make people sad and unable to control themselves#

In a daze, a steamed bun was passed in front of her eyes, Connie opened her mouth, and bit into it, the big steamed stuffed bun reached half of her face, and the smell of meat hit her face~

Now that you are just an adult, why don't you fight again?

Connie bit the meat bun and thought, no matter what, she had to be a few centimeters taller, otherwise she would stand with Sherlock... She didn't look like a couple because of the difference in appearance...

#Girl in Love#

#It’s so worrying about gains and losses and thinking a lot#

A shadow suddenly appeared on the top of the head, and Connie felt a light pat on the forehead, her eyes rolled around and looked up, and saw his handsome face approaching: "Don't think so much, eat the buns quickly .”

He took a sip of the cup of coffee himself, and he didn't even dislike it, but rather enjoyed it.

Connie raised her eyebrows, and the sound of raindrops suddenly sounded outside the window, sparsely, as if singing.

The raindrops were beating on the window sill, which could make people feel cold when they heard it, but Connie was holding hot milk and steamed buns, and she was warm all over. There was also a warm fireplace in the room, and the fire was flickering, which was really beautiful.

Sherlock took off his coat and sat on the sofa wearing a white turtleneck sweater. He swiped his phone with his legs crossed, his fingers crackling on the keyboard of the phone, and there seemed to be light on his fingertips.

"Is there no case?" Connie asked, biting the buns in her mouth.

Sherlock took a look and said, "Yes. But now, those are not important."

Connie shook her little hand, almost scaring the buns in her hand.

Sherlock actually said that the case is not important?

Connie couldn't help but chuckle a little. Does this mean that she is more important?

"the gameison." He narrowed his excited eyes slightly.

When Connie heard it, she felt something was wrong, and suddenly remembered a big event, and slapped her head violently.

Why did she forget after sleeping that Moriarty, Sherlock's lifelong enemy and indispensable partner in love and killing, appeared yesterday!

#呵呵 can't hold my smile at all#

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Seeing Connie's strange expression, Sherlock asked casually, his hands were still crackling, but his eyes were on Connie, full of attention.

The corner of Connie's mouth twitched, she didn't know whether to admire his dual-purpose, or to make a little effort.

#Forget it, what if I accidentally killed myself#

The thought just flashed by, and Connie withdrew her little thought, watched him take a sip of the cold coffee on the table, and then continued to look over.

She raised her eyebrows: "Is this coffee delicious?"

With Sherlock's picky taste, even if the coffee is delicious, he will drink it calmly without frowning even if it is cold, unless it is really delicious coffee.

"Well, it's not bad." Sherlock praised, how long has it been since she heard such a blunt, short and powerful compliment?

She curled her lips, looking at the cup of coffee, she was really curious.

"Want to drink?" Someone saw through her "wanting to see through" at a glance.

Connie nodded. Although she didn't have much love for coffee, the things Sherlock praised should not be much different.

He paused, changed his posture, put his left foot on the floor of his right foot, and came to a sitting posture gracefully, but leaned his upper body, gently approaching her flushed cheeks, propped his left hand on the sofa, and stuffed the phone into it with his right hand. in the pocket.

"Okay." He said softly.

Connie stared blankly at his approaching face: "Huh?"

Subconsciously leaning back, she swallowed nervously, still holding the meat bun.

The warm breath was slowly approaching, and a wave of damp heat covered her lips. In the silent room, there was only the occasional crackling sound in the fireplace. For a moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Connie's eyes widened, and her breathing stopped for a moment.

The brain is blank.

"Breathe, silly boy." There was a chuckle in her ear, his long and curly eyelashes scratched her cheek, itching, she shrank her neck, but was pressed on the back of her waist, and her whole body was immediately attached to him Together, the world in front of me seemed to turn upside down in an instant.

In his clear pupils, Connie saw her own eyes, nose, and mouth.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of water hitting the ground floated in through the gaps in the windows, forming a melodious movement in my ears.

"Hehe" he chuckled, Connie gasped, and he lowered his head in an instant, and slipped into his mouth with a slippery touch.

Sweet and bitter, the taste of coffee floats in the mouth richly.

For a moment, it seemed that fireworks exploded.

There was a "click", and there seemed to be a bright light beside it. Is it lightning?

Connie was stunned for a moment, but she came back to her senses in an instant, and Sherlock had already sat up.

"You tasted it, how did it taste?"

How is the taste--

"Boom!" Suddenly, Connie's face turned red like a monkey's ass.

#This is for her to answer the taste of coffee or...#

#capital shame#

Connie held her face in her hands and looked at Sherlock shyly with eyes full of shyness. She didn't expect him to be such a dirty person.

"What are you still calling Sherlock, you should be dirty Locke..."

#Dirty Locke, Dirty Holmes#

"It's okay." She replied casually, but in a blink of an eye, she found that he was typing with his mobile phone again at some point, and Connie followed curiously.

But I saw a picture being sent on that page, and above the picture was a message from a person signed by K: I bet you and her haven't even kissed.

Below the picture is Sherlock's answer.

"AS YOUUSEE."

"..."

"..."

During the moment of silence, Sherlock sent a text message, and when he turned around, he saw Connie's blank face.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did you kiss me just now?" Connie clearly expressed her displeasure.

Who knows that he rolled his eyes: "If you want to kiss, you can kiss, what can't you do?"

His tone was very flat, without a trace of frivolity, as if he was telling a fact, but Connie's anger still flared up all at once.

"You!" Connie was so angry that the buns in Connie's hands fell to the ground.

Sherlock looked at the buns that fell on the ground, but Connie was still staring at him angrily. Although she didn't know why, she remembered the treasure book she had read before, and then leaned forward, tilting her head on Connie's lips. I kissed again.

"Boom" sounded.

He deliberately lowered his voice and squeezed his vocal cords to create the "husky and dull" feeling written in the book.

"Afterall, youaremine.aslsee." It seems to be whispering, and it seems to be reciting a poem written for a lover, sexy and dangerous.

Sherlock's voice was already very unique, and when he suppressed it deliberately, Connie's whole body went numb.

#This bastard! #

Connie secretly scolded Sherlock in her heart, but all anger disappeared in her mind.

#美色叫人!What a beauty! #

Seeing that Connie's anger disappeared in an instant, Sherlock raised his eyebrows. It seems that the mortal who wrote the tome still has some skills. This trick seems to be used frequently in the future?

Sherlock, who got the convenience, smiled happily. The smile on the corner of his mouth was extremely pure, like a child's. Connie was dumbfounded and didn't know what he was going to do.

Just as he was about to push him away, he heard a "click" from the door.

The two turned around and saw John and Mycroft staring at a bird's nest. The two were standing at the door of the room. One was holding two large bottles of milk and the other was holding a large box of pizza. Steaming hot, bought new.

"There are people who are working hard to serve the government and the people, but you..." Mycroft said, staring at the two of them quietly.

That's okay, John next to him, the resentment on his body can almost take shape.

"Someone was just dumped last night, and it hurts so badly because they lost their love, but you..." John's dark eyes were like an abyss, shooting at Connie and Sherlock, with a bird's nest on his head, looking haggard and tired exhausted.

Connie pursed her lips, and immediately stretched out her hand shyly to push Sherlock away, but he grabbed her wrist with a backhand, pulled it directly to her lap, and shot provocative gazes at Mycroft.

"A single dog is a single dog. If you can't find a girlfriend, you are not attractive enough. After all, you have been persevering on the road of getting fat and bald." Sherlock always finds every opportunity to fight back against McCoff, and fights back as much as he can.

As soon as the poisonous tongue came out, although John was ignored, it was obvious that the "single dog" also hit his heartache at this time.

Connie watched awkwardly as Sherlock sat on the sofa with her arms around her, then at John and Mycroft.

I'm afraid that there will be a scene#恒打.JPG#.

The author has something to say: Alright, I’m back, let’s finish this article first, I’m crying~~~~~

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