What Abigail doesn't know is

Abigail bit Moriarty's neck hard, venting her anger.

The dagger in her hand fell to the ground, and Abigail pressed Moriarty's right hand against the wall with her backhand, her knee resting on his leg.

She raised her head, with waves brewing in her eyes, "I will kill you."

Moriarty turned his face and licked Abigail's cheek, "Like..."

Abigail felt a surge of electricity running down her back, and every part of her body, the blood, the skin, the beating of the heart, became excited.

I want to teach him a lesson, to see his bullied expression, to see his pitiful appearance...

Abigail's colors darken.

"You'll find out soon enough," she replied.

Moriarty smiled.

……

When Abigail woke up in the morning, it was already light.

Sunlight streamed in through the white curtains.

She lifted the quilt and walked towards the bathroom with bare feet and naked body.

The sun shines on the fair skin, as if coated with a layer of light.

Moriarty squinted to admire his victory.

Visible bite marks and hickeys on the skin.

He couldn't help but licked his lips, but accidentally pulled the bruise at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help showing a painful expression.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, his heart moved, he got up from the bed, and quickly walked towards the bathroom.

Abigail had just finished washing her hair when she saw a figure squeeze into the bathroom.

Moriarty, who had a few bruises on his body and several scratches on his chest and back, smiled maliciously.

Abigail said with a look of disgust, "What are you doing here? Go away."

Moriarty squeezed easily into the bathtub and stood behind her.

Abigail had to turn sideways to face the other.

She was worried about leaving the back to him.

Moriarty held the towel and said with a smile, "I can help you."

Abigail covered Moriarty's hand with her hand, and replied coldly, "No need."

Moriarty moved his face closer, ran his hand along her arm, and said meaningfully: "You are really ruthless. You were so enthusiastic last night."

He suddenly grabbed her arm and took her into his arms.

He kisses Abigail deeply.

Abigail gripped his hands and pressed him against the wall with the window.

She treated each other roughly.

……

It was evening when Abigail returned to Baker Street.

At this time she was wearing the new clothes Moriarty bought later.

She straightened her clothes before knocking on the door of her own house.

For a while, there was no response.She knocked again several times.

Then, she heard the door opening upstairs.

Someone ran downstairs in a hurry.

Seeing the intact Abby, Daisy immediately hugged her into her arms.

"Thank goodness you're fine. I haven't heard from you for days and I thought you..."

Abigail nodded Daisy's head, smiled and replied: "It's all right." She took out the tin box from her pocket and handed it to Daisy, "Here are the things."

Daisy thought that the other party was exchanging things for safety. "Why..." She couldn't help but asked worriedly: "Since the other party didn't get the things, why did they let us go?" This is unreasonable.

Abigail smiled, as if there was something hidden in the smile, "Who knows what he is thinking."

Daisy couldn't figure it out either.

She put away the box and said to Abigail: "By the way, everyone is at Sherlock's house. They... all know about your disappearance. Everyone is very worried about you."

Abigail couldn't help frowning.

Daisy hurriedly explained, "It's not me. Sherlock analyzed it in front of your mother. So..."

Abigail said exasperatedly, "Damn Sherlock..." He would be troublesome.

She strode towards the second floor.

Pushing open the door, she saw Sherlock lying on the sofa with a lazy and decadent expression.

Sherlock looked at Abigail standing at the door, looked up and down, raised his eyebrows slightly.

For a split second, Abigail felt like he knew it all.

Abigail gave Sherlock a cold look.

Beside Sherlock, the moment Laura saw Abigail coming, she couldn't bear it anymore, covered her face, her eyes turned red.

After a while, she calmed down.

All of Abigail's excuses and explanations paled.

She opened her mouth and said, "Mom..."

As if nothing happened, Laura just said softly: "Abby, you are back, I will cook something delicious for you tonight." She smiled and said to Sherlock and Peanut: "Sherlock and John also Let's go together."

Watson expressed his gratitude.

Abigail ultimately said nothing.

She watched her mother happily leave to prepare tonight's dinner, and then sat dejectedly on the spot where her mother was sitting just now.

Even trying to blame Sherlock was powerless.

Actually, it was her fault.

Abigail smiled wryly.

Daisy sat beside Abigail and sighed deeply.

At this moment, Abigail heard Sherlock say: "It seems that you had a very fulfilling and enjoyable night. Your mother can rest assured."

Abigail faced Sherlock and sneered, "Virgin."

Sherlock: "..."

Watson couldn't help laughing.

Daisy froze for a moment, then looked at Abigail with some confusion.

Abigail coughed dryly.

After being separated from Moriarty, life began to return to normal for Abigail.

Going to school, continuing the previous part-time job, and occasionally bickering with Sherlock, as if the thrilling days before had never happened.

Abigail didn't quite know what Moriarty was thinking.

If he really wanted that iron box, she would have already had it if she wanted to take it after being with him for so many days.

She just felt that, except for certain circumstances, he should not kill her.

Yes, Abigail knows Moriarty's identity.

Although she never asked, the other party never admitted it.

Abigail thought she and Moriarty would never have any contact again, and she almost forgot about him.Then, the other party appeared in front of her so suddenly.

When she got home from school, she just got off the taxi when she saw a familiar figure from behind.

Moriarty turned around and gave Abigail a perfectly normal smile, "Hi, Abby."

At this time, the door of the residence just opened, and Watson and Sherlock, who happened to be out for something, saw Moriarty who should never be here, and shouted, "Damn it, why are you here?"

Moriarty turned around and replied with a puzzled look on his face, "I don't know what you're talking about? Maybe you're confusing me with someone. But, I'm here for Abby."

He introduced himself: "I'm her boyfriend."

The author has something to say: what is logic, can it be eaten?

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