[Comprehensive] 221B's dead house girl

"Do you like Erin?" Connie asked.

"Yes." He replied.

"Do you like me then?" Connie asked again.

"yes." He returned.

Connie was a little helpless: "The liking I said is a man's liking for a woman."

Sherlock now realized what she meant, which involved a neighborhood he had tried to avoid in the past.

But, there's no denying that Connie was the first and only person who stepped into his discomfort zone and didn't yet cause it.

He drooped his eyes and pondered for a while before looking at Connie. His eyes were serious, but also a bit clumsy.

"I love you, that's different from liking."

Connie was confused by his sudden normal confession, she looked at him stupidly for a while, thinking that the distance between the two was too far away, but after she took a step, she found...he was actually next door.

#This feeling is really not too surprising#

A surprise, too good to be true, usually makes people feel suspicious.

And Connie was in this state of unreality right now.

"Do you know what love is?" she asked tangledly.

Sherlock raised his chin slightly, his eyes flashed: "well, love, scientific name..."

"Stop!" Connie waved her hand, cutting off Sherlock's words.

She decided to verify it in her own way.

I thought about it for a long time.

"If Irene Adler and I fell into the water, and neither of us could swim, who would you save first?" The question was selected by Connie for verification, but when she said it, she regretted it a little.

"I won't let you fall," Sherlock said normally.

Connie was stunned by this answer. She raised her eyes and looked at Sherlock in surprise - she didn't know he was so good at flirting!

Is this the difference in IQ?

After a pause, Connie took a deep breath.

"If I'm pregnant, my child and I..." No, what the hell kind of question is she asking?

Connie closed her eyes tiredly, but Sherlock suddenly said "Oh". Connie looked up, and saw him beating his mobile phone, and then took out the small box in his pocket.

Connie saw him open it, and found that it was the diamond ring he had forced on her hand last time.

Connie frowned.

Sherlock knelt down on one knee.

"I get it, you have insecurities because of my liking for Erin." He hits the nail on the head.

"It's because you don't trust me."

"Of course, it can also be said that I, my behavior, did not do this."

Connie: "..."

"However, what I want you to know is that you are unique, no matter how smart and sexy your brain is, it cannot be compared with you."

Connie was dumbfounded, with a "smart and sexy brain" floating in her head, and when she matched it with Irene Adler, she suddenly felt a little speechless.

His confession sounds a bit like a statement of fact, but Connie's insecurities actually disappeared in an instant.

In many cases, the power of language is really enormous.

Connie took a deep breath: "You want to propose to me? Have you figured it out yet? This is no joke."

Sherlock took her hand and put the diamond ring on directly: "I've made up my mind."

I thought about it early.

His eyes were shining brightly.

Connie: "..." But she hasn't said yes yet.

But, looking at Sherlock like this, how could she refuse?

I can't pass this test by myself.

Connie spread her hands helplessly in her heart, lowered her head and smiled, and kissed Sherlock on the cheek.

"OK."

"Then can I call you Darling from now on?" As soon as she asked, Connie laughed at her own question.

Twice, he was hugged by Sherlock.

"Let me tell you a secret - if it makes you happier."

Connie looked up, watching him intently, waiting for the secret.

Sherlock lowered his head, a pair of green eyes were full of her: "When I saw Irene's sadistic photos, the person I thought of was you."

Connie: "……………………"

He raised his eyebrows: "I think, in terms of a woman's exclusive desire, this will make you happy?"

Connie: "..."

#Not so good*_*#

This kind of high IQ anti-social boyfriend suddenly feels dirty.

#It really makes her unbearable#

He kissed. "I do find, though, that when the nicotine kicks in, you can always reduce that craving."

"Probably because of the law of conservation of energy."

Connie: "???" Why didn't she understand?

The two kissed silently on the sofa, Connie's little face was flushed, and the atmosphere seemed to be getting a little weird.

"Sherlock." John's yelling stopped abruptly the moment he opened the door.

"OMG what did I see!" John was so surprised that he yelled out. On the sofa, Connie flinched back, but she was still held in Sherlock's arms.

"Why did you come back?"

John heard that Sherlock's words were questioning.

"Mary said she could be by herself, so she let me come back first..." If I had known, I wouldn't have come back (ㄒoㄒ)

Connie turned her head, just in time to see the mobile phone falling from Sherlock's pocket, and picked it up to have a look.

#really#

Looking at the emotional suggestions above, as well as various questions sent by Sherlock with the signature "SHMOSTSEXYBRAIN" on women's education forums and psychological love and other websites... She knows where Sherlock's "enlightenment" came from.

But Connie was still a little moved.

He has always had a learning attitude and a smart head, but he has always disdain to learn these things that he thinks are useless. I am afraid that even if he proposes to her and confesses to him now, this does not prevent him from thinking that these things are all worthless. It is useless and a waste of energy.

But he was willing to waste "time and energy" which he regarded as extremely precious in his eyes for her. This act itself proves something, doesn't it?

Connie once again realized the meaning of the idiom "condescending".

She laughed silently, not paying attention to what John and Sherlock were saying.

"How is Mary?" John's expression became subtle when she came back to her senses and asked.

"The doctor said to let her rest." His strange look did not escape Sherlock's eyes.

"Eon, do you think you can fool me by lying?"

Connie looked at John suspiciously.

He scratched his head: "I just feel that she has become different."

Connie suddenly remembered the white light at that time, and felt a little bad in her heart.

"Can I still go see her now?" Connie had a theory that needed to be verified urgently.

John shook his head: "I've already rested, let's go tomorrow morning."

Connie was a little anxious.

"It's okay, I'll accompany you tomorrow." Sherlock patted her on the head, picked her up and walked into the room.

"Sleep well." Sherlock covered her with the quilt, and gently smoothed the hair around her ears.

He went out of the room, and after a while, there was a pleasant sound of the violin, which was a piece Connie had never heard before.

Drowsy, it didn't take long to fall asleep.

When she opened her eyes the next day, she still felt a little miraculous.

But when she turned around, she didn't feel that way.

Faced with a face that was approaching suddenly, Connie was so frightened that her breath became stagnant.

Sherlock, actually slept next to her!

Connie almost didn't come up with a sigh of relief. Connie lowered her head and looked at him. He was wearing a nightgown and his chest was a little exposed. He had looming muscles, and his snow-white skin was not as rich as ordinary foreigners. Chest hair, dark brown His hair was slightly curly, and with his eyes closed, Connie could see his slender and curly eyelashes more clearly.

His breathing was thin, barely audible, even though he was so close.

Connie breathed lightly subconsciously. She stretched out her hand and touched his cheeks, ears, nose tip, and chin with her white and tender fingertips.

It was a novel feeling.

Can't say good or bad, Connie looked at her hands and the person in front of her in some surprise.

"Are you awake?" Before the eyes were opened, the mouth moved first.

Connie: "You woke up early?"

Sherlock said righteously: "Yes."

Connie: "..."

After thinking about it, when she saw the diamond in her hand, she became confident again. They are both fiancée, what's wrong with touching their faces? !

She put away her guilty conscience, and met those motionless eyes, which seemed a little ruthless on weekdays, but now they seemed to be completely different.

Connie suspected that her senses directly affected what she received in her eyeballs.

"I'm going to prepare breakfast." Connie rolled over and sat up, and ran out the door.

While the coffee was being made, John came down the stairs in a daze.

"Do you want coffee?"

"Thank you."

John took the coffee and was suddenly half awake, looking at Connie with a teasing look in his eyes.

Connie was horrified by her stare.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He took a sip of coffee lightly, with a very comfortable expression: "It's nothing~"

#哟呵，它少不了这个小调食飘#

But seeing John made her think of Mary.

"I'm going to the hospital to see Mary later."

"I'm with you." John got up a little courteously.

Connie squinted at him for a while, but said nothing.

She handed John the sandwich and coffee and turned back to making porridge.

"You send it up to Sherlock."

John turned his head to see Connie began to take out the abundant ingredients in the refrigerator, and raised her eyebrows: "Are you going to make food for Mary?"

Connie nodded: "Of course."

Looking at the rich ingredients and the simple sandwich in his hand, John shook his head silently.

#This is Rensen which#

#Always have new and old love#

#Once upon a time, he and Sherlock were also Connie's favorite#

Connie didn't understand John's small and subtle thoughts. She was very worried about Mary at this time, and worried about the guess in her heart.

The author has something to say: Ah, well, Moriarty is going to play next, but he has silently changed his mind. Guess who Mary's real identity is? ? ?