[Comprehensive] Great detective is haunted

"I never knew you were so keen on role-playing," she whispered next to his ear, the warm air blowing through his ears, "to the point that when you see your girlfriend you haven't seen for a long time, you always wear a vest."

Her lips moved slightly away from his ears.

Sherlock pursed his lips, and quickly figured out what Weiwei meant by wearing a vest.

Then Weiwei suddenly laughed, as if laughing happily, her soft body trembling in his hands.

Sherlock wanted to tilt at the right time, and skillfully rubbed her waist slightly with his hands. Sure enough, she was so excited that her whole body trembled, and her laughter stopped suddenly.

Weiwei raised her head, Sherlock... oh no, Klich's eyes were still gentle and doting.

"What are you laughing at?" he said briskly.

Weiwei thought for a while: "I'll go back and tell you."

Creech moved closer to her ear and spoke in a low nasal voice:

"Huh? Are you sure you want to go back and tell me?"

Her face turned red from being provoked by him, but she kept her mouth tightly shut and refused to say anything.

Ok.

Sherlock gave up.

It's not that she can't satisfy her if she insists on going back to say it—in fact, he's just worried that she won't have the mind or the memory to say it after going back, but he has a good memory and will help her remember it.

The music changed again.

"So aren't you coming to work today?"

He asked knowingly.

"I know it's all settled when you come."

she answered.

She took his hand, and under his guidance, imitated the appearance of the person she saw before, turned around, and then returned to his arms.

"So, can we go back?" he whispered, "While I'm interested in having your first dance, we've had three dances... now I'd rather be alone with you. "

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There were only three dances, so it wasn't too late, but Weiwei and Sherlock didn't bother to spend time on public transportation, so they simply chose to take a taxi.

In the car, Sherlock was careful, and he never collapsed. He always talked to Weiwei in that gentle and provocative tone, which made Weiwei laugh.

Weiwei smiled and the coat slipped off, and everyone shrank into his arms, but she didn't call him K unwisely, but continued to call Klich cooperatively.

Sherlock's eyes changed suddenly as her white and greasy neck dangled under his eyes.

But the person who teased the fire didn't notice it, as if his whole body was dependent on him.

Weiwei seldom puts her hair up, but now her hair is up, the back of her neck is in his eyes, and there is a thin chain lining it, Sherlock's heart is itchy.His eyeballs moved slightly, he grabbed Weiwei's waist and dragged Weiwei over, letting her sit on his lap with her bent over - of course he remembered that the space in the taxi was small, and he held back the cover with the other hand. looking at her head.

Before Weiwei could react, he pressed her down with his hand on the top of her hair, and she couldn't help but refuse.

This feeling is really super exciting.

He is still wearing someone else's face, which makes Weiwei very awkward.What's more, what was clearly my wish was made by him into a kind of robbery. At this moment, the space is cramped, and she seems to be wrapped in his arms.

She wanted to push him, didn't push.

He even took a step closer to the gentle kiss.

He walked down with the hand that was holding her head, and focused on the back of her neck, which was rare.His palm was big, and it seemed to wrap her around the back of her neck, numb from the spinal cord to the nerve endings.

He knew she had softened.

Perhaps it is really similar to a feeling of "little farewell is better than a newlywed". Wei Weiming knows that this is outside, but he can't produce the slightest rebellion... The usual kind of coquettish push away is not there. .

Her obedience obviously made Sherlock more excited.

He intensified his kiss, almost completely taking her breath, hooking her sensitive palate with his tongue, and then curling her tongue tightly.When she couldn't breathe, he took a small sip to breathe for her.

The driver in front seemed to be concentrating on driving.

Sherlock doesn't want his girl's expression to be seen by outsiders, but he doesn't intend to stop it...his movements are a little bit concealed, he believes the driver won't see it.

Originally just wearing a windbreaker coat became the best cover, and Sherlock's other hand holding her waist hidden underneath couldn't help but also lowered.

She wanted to push him down, but it was as if her whole body was under his control. She was usually quite normal, but when she touched his hands, she was extremely sensitive, and she wished she could shrink into a shrimp and nest in his arms.

Weiwei originally had her eyes closed... After all, looking at a face that isn't Sherlock and kissing is for Vivi...challenging enough, um...

Of course Sherlock also discovered this.

His bullying finally made her open her eyes, and she glared at him with watery eyes, but there was no deterrence in Sherlock's eyes, and even more...

He bumped her.

She snorted softly, and then became more...annoyed.

A famous literary sentence popped out of Sherlock's mind inappropriately.

He stopped.

"Maybe I should get a driver's license."

One of his hands was still under her skirt, and the other was still holding the back of her neck. He was talking next to her ear, very softly, in a breathy voice.

"It's more reassuring to drive this way."

Vivi: ...

The position of his hand made her dare not move at all.

Sherlock rubbed her lap for a moment, paused, and finally withdrew, then lifted her down and sat her aside.

This time Weiwei didn't need him to say anything, she was still wearing her coat loosely, and quickly buttoned up the top button.Her hands were shaking when she was buttoning the buttons, firstly because she was too excited just now, and secondly because... Sherlock, oh no Creech, was still staring at her with that strange look.

Weiwei has a feeling that she has been looked down upon.

Then Sherlock immediately spoke to prove her point.

"you lost weight."

he said softly.

Then his eyes glanced at her bust - even though it was already wrapped in the coat.

"The data has also been reduced."

Vivi: ...

I'm careful but I won't give it to you.

When the two people behind were driving, the veteran taxi driver in front also stepped on the accelerator and started racing.

Old driver: Young people in this world, it's really... driving without a license...

Gee.

It really has the demeanor of the old man...

Weiwei was already anxiously prepared to enter the house to prepare the sauce, but she didn't expect that Sherlock's style of painting was normal, so normal that Weiwei couldn't see that he had reacted before.

Once inside, Sherlock's face turned cold... to be precise, Creech's face turned cold.

He followed Vivi into the house, and found that there were no extra shoes in Vivi's house. After all, guessing and seeing with his own eyes are different concepts. Sherlock feels that his girl's territory has not been stinky He was quite happy that men (and women, too) had entered.

Weiwei was a little annoyed when she found out that there was nothing Sherlock could use.

"Hey, it's all your fault. I was thinking about buying you slippers and some daily necessities..."

"Worry about what to do," Sherlock untied his coat and threw it aside, walked into the living room without changing his shoes, and then lay down on the sofa like a grandpa, "I will rest for a while, and Mycroft's people will meet later." Come to deliver things, you just take a shower and wait."

"Although he was very annoying in the past, he is still very likable at this time."

Then put your legs on the coffee table, and when you close your eyes, you will look like I just want to sleep and you don't want to disturb me.

Inexplicably, Weiwei always has a ruthless and subtle sense of being abandoned_(:3ゝ∠)_

She glanced at someone sitting like a gentleman, and suddenly remembered Letterman's earnest teachings.

It's a rare occasion, and it happens that I'm still well dressed... Why don't you try?

Weiwei hesitated for half a second...but probably because the moonlight was very good today, her hesitation was really only half a second, and she stepped into the room without taking off her high heels.

Anyway, so be it.

The coat was put aside, and she sat sideways on his lap.

As she approached, his eyes opened.

Weiwei originally wanted to be... well, a bit more provocative.But when Sherlock's eyes open, and that face doesn't belong to Sherlock.

Vivi softened.

How do you flirt? ? ?

Vivi and Sherlock were relatively silent.

Who is Sherlock, he basically realized what Vicky was going to do when Weiwei walked in without taking off his shoes... He didn't say anything, just let her sit on him.

He looked at her.

Weiwei was dumbfounded for half a second.

"Take off the mask first?" She asked cautiously.

Sherlock didn't answer, his hands were still clasped against his lips, looking like he was thinking.

But Vivi already knew Sherlock's answer.

She hesitated and stretched out her hand, and touched the side of his mandible, and then touched it for a long time...

"Have you touched enough?" he said in a low voice.

Vivi: ...

Sherlock didn't tell her how to make this kind of mask? ? ?My heart is a little broken.

He laughed out loud, his chest vibrated, and he gave out a low and deep laugh.

Weiwei was furious, and wanted to take her hand back, but he caught her, and he put her hand on his lips and kissed it lightly.

She was a little confused whether this was Krich's character design, or Sherlock himself was about to give her a kiss.

"I didn't want to get your floors dirty, but it doesn't look like you're worried about that."

He put down her hand and took her aside.

"Do not worry."

He stood up and walked towards the bathroom.

Do not worry? ? ?

Do not worry? ? ? ?

Weiwei sat on the sofa and his head was hot.

What did I just do?I actually want to tease Sherlock with my bare hands? ?

Who gave me the guts?