【…… Disengage...... Trial...... Sins ......]

Song Yiqiao's mind was a little dizzy, and in a trance, she seemed to see a hideous beast, with her mouth drooling wide, looking at her fiercely.

What else? …… Who's measuring their own ...... Sin......

Hey!

It's ...... White...... Fluttery ......

The chaotic scenery in front of me suddenly began to disappear, as if the curtain had been removed, and a dark, blurred halo gradually dispersed. Song Yiqiao seemed to see a familiar face, and she tried hard to keep her eyes open, but she couldn't see it more and more clearly.

The halo gradually became stronger, and suddenly rose into the sky—

Song Yiqiao opened his eyes suddenly.

"Hoo ......"

Is she back?

Song Yiqiao seemed to be placed in a small coffin-like place, and the diffuse cold air froze her body stiff, and she couldn't use her strength for a while, and it was a little difficult to even speak.

At this time, only a "bang" was heard, and the place where she was lying was quickly opened like a drawer.

The warm air came to the surface, and the whole person was much warmer. Song Yiqiao was stunned for a moment, and suddenly a deep-contoured face suddenly appeared in her sight, and those familiar gray eyes were staring at her without blinking.

After a moment of silence, Song Yiqiao opened his mouth sluggishly and said, "I...... It's back. ”

The vocal cords did not speak for a long time, and the voice made was a little hoarse and unpleasant, and he finally finished speaking.

"A little later than I thought." Sherlock said.

Song Yiqiao raised her lips: "I'm sorry to keep you waiting." ”

When Song Yiqiao's body turned into a corpse, Sherlock did not fluctuate in the slightest whether she checked her or put her in the refrigerator with his own hands. However, now Song Yiqiao is so alive.

A pair of beautiful and agile black eyes with countless stars twinkling in them, and as she spoke, her curved lips regained their rosiness, and she wanted people to come forward and take her delicate jaw and kiss the lip flap that looked unusually soft. The pale skin gradually regained its alluring luster like ivory white, the long black thick hair was scattered like seaweed, and some curly hair tips were attached to the chest, matching the fair complexion, and the soft white and tender presence on the chest was very eye-catching, rising and falling with breathing.

“……”

Sherlock was a little dazed, and his gaze couldn't help but follow his tight and flat waist and abdomen, and ......

"What are you looking at?"

Song Yiqiao's face was full of doubts, and he lowered his head in hindsight, his face instantly changed from white to blue, and from blue to red, and then, his whole body was glowing with beautiful crimson, and his small toes were instantly clenched.

"Why am I not wearing clothes!!"

For the first time in more than 20 years, I was naked by another man! Or so red. Naked candid way!

Song Yiqiao's mood was excited, and she almost stepped forward and kicked it, but fortunately, the remaining reason controlled the power of the desolation in her body, so she didn't make a move.

Fortunately, Sherlock was not interested in doing such a thing at work, she covered Chunguang in some embarrassment, her slender legs tightly together, until Sherlock handed her clothes, and then blushed and muttered, "Turn your face away, don't peek!" ”

Sherlock turned around, his hands in the pockets of his coat, his excellent memory instantly reminded him of the vivid picture just now, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and of course, the tone of his voice still couldn't hear the ups and downs.

"You think too much, I'm not a pedophile."

“……”

Song Yiqiao stiffened as she changed her clothes, staring at Sherlock's tall back, almost wanting to go up and beat him. Aren't the cups common in Orientals not very big! Her figure is already very good, this shameless bastard who likes big breasts!

Annoyed, she changed into a man-like blouse and a black coat to cover herself tightly.

"I've changed it."

"Let's go."

"Won't it be discovered?" Song Yiqiao rolled up his sleeves, "By the way, what happened over there ......"

Sherlock glanced thoughtfully at the gloomy night outside: "Don't worry about the rest, you have your own way to deal with it." ”

"Okay." She replied without hesitation.

If you choose one of the people you know now, it is definitely Sherlock who is the most reliable, he said that if there is a way, then it will definitely be dealt with, and Song Yiqiao maintains complete trust in Sherlock at this point.

Hearing her answer simply, the man next to her paused and touched her head like a child.

"It'll be fine, I'll leave everything to me."

Song Yiqiao's delicate cheeks were covered by the brim of her hat, revealing only her big smart eyes. She looked up at Sherlock, her eyes bent into crescents, and Sherlock's heart moved.

…… It's terrible.

He turned his head quietly, well concealing his heartbeat.

Song Yiqiao didn't notice anything, her keen intuition was completely useless in terms of feelings, and at this moment she was still excitedly secretly watching the rare night scene of Baker Street. I finally returned to my body, and I felt fresh in everything I did, and the ordinary street lights I often saw on weekdays seemed to be much brighter.

Along the way, the two made their way back to Sherlock's apartment. As soon as he entered the door, Song Yiqiao took off his bulky coat, kicked off his shoes, and happily ran to the sofa to lie down.

It's finally over!

"There was food in the fridge for your own convenience."

"I see."

Song Yiqiao was still half-squinting, heard a noise, poked his head over the side of the sofa, and saw Sherlock enter the bathroom.

Sure enough, the first choice of a guy with a serious obsessive-compulsive disorder is to go in the bath, Song Yiqiao stuck out her tongue, ran to the refrigerator with small steps and took out a can of coffee, she raised her head and took a sip, the cold and mellow taste instantly slipped into her throat, and her taste buds still retained a slightly bitter taste.

Song Yiqiao took a few more sips, thought of something, glanced at the bathroom, and put down the coffee.

She's an upright person, and she believes that there should be a certain amount of fairness between people, and at least Sherlock sees her body, and she's going to-

"Crunch!"

"I saw it!"

Song Yiqiao's eyes widened excitedly, but he was surprised to find that the other party had finished taking a bath, and he was wearing a bathrobe, which was tightly covered, and he could only see the other party's tight waist and smooth chest from the shape outlined by the bathrobe.

"Uh......" she still held the broken doorknob in her hand, and took an awkward step back in the face of Sherlock's unkind eyes, "Like...... Seems to have gone wrong? You go on, keep going ......"

"If that's what you want to see, why don't you come in?"

Sherlock slammed the door behind her shut, and he held the door with one hand, bowing his head slightly and looking down at Song Yiqiao with a blank expression.

Sherlock's hair was not dry, and the drops of water dripping from the ends of her hair slid down her cheeks, swirling on her sexy collarbone, and disappearing into her bathrobe.

Song Yiqiao swallowed his saliva, so nervous that the tips of his ears were red through: "Okay...... I—I was wrong...... You let go of ...... first"

Her usual stubbornness and stubbornness disappeared, and her fair cheeks were dyed pink, making her look very attractive. The pretty eyes were awkwardly pinned to the side, her voice was soft and wet, and she stammered a few words incompletely, like a little animal that had made a mistake.

Sherlock felt that his usual excellent self-control was about to collapse in the face of such a scene.

"Doorknob...... I'll pay you ...... So ......"

Before Song Yiqiao's words were finished, a strong masculine aura with the fragrance of bathing enveloped her strongly, and then, there was an unfamiliar touch on her lips.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her whole body froze.

Sherlock's hand pressed against her head, thin lips tossing and turning on her lip flap, the tip of his tongue licking lightly from time to time, and the strange sensation of tingling and tingling ran from her back to the top of her head. Song Yiqiao's IQ was all fed to the dog, and she could only bear it passively in a daze, and the breathing of the two was ambiguously entangled, making her almost out of breath, and she only felt that it was terribly hot.

Sherlock suddenly stopped and looked at her.

"Experienced?"

"No ......"

"I think a certain amount of proficiency can increase the pleasure, so I kindly suggest that we should continue to learn."

Even at such moments, Sherlock looked indifferent, as if the words that came out of his mouth were not what he said.

"Studying?"

Song Yiqiao repeated dumbfoundedly.

She was answered with even more suffocating kisses. Eyelids, forehead, tip of nose, lips...... All left hot kisses, her teeth were pried open, and the tip of her raging tongue gently brushed her lips and teeth, and then entangled her tongue, tightly intertwined, making an ambiguous sound.

The cold tiles leaning against her back seemed to be getting hot as well, and Sherlock's hand began to unbutton her shirt restlessly, caressing her smooth skin lightly, his hand gradually sliding upwards, just in time to grip a slippery touch due to the absence of underwear.

Song Yiqiao embarrassedly tugged at his bathrobe and closed his eyes tightly, and the girl's shyness was unobstructed.

Sherlock left her lips, which were already a little red and swollen, leaving a tender kiss on her graceful curved neck, and a red mark on her slender collarbone.

"Hmm......"

She was overwhelmed by this enthusiastic offensive, and her whole body was limp and almost crushed.

The clothes were lifted away, the beautiful carcass was in full view, Sherlock's gaze paused, and he easily picked her up, and one hand lingered on her delicate back, and the cold lips gradually turned to the delicate fullness.

The lower abdomen was pressed by some kind of burning heat, and Song Yiqiao's brain went blank for a moment, and he subconsciously hugged his broad shoulders.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Sherlock! Shylock! "That's Watson's voice.

Song Yiqiao's consciousness suddenly sobered up a lot, she was startled, blushed and pushed Sherlock away in a panic, and staggered to the room to close the door.

Sherlock: "......"

(Your blackened friend is online.) ）