"Do you like Erin?" Connie asked.

“yes.” He replied.

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

“yes.” He went back again.

Connie was a little helpless: "When I say like, it's a man's liking for a woman." ”

Sherlock realized what she meant, and it involved a neighborhood he had tried to avoid.

However, it is undeniable that Connie was the first and only one to step into his uncomfortable zone and not yet cause him discomfort.

He pondered for a moment before he looked at Connie, his eyes serious, but also a little clumsy.

"I love you, that's not the same as liking."

Connie was bewildered by his sudden normal human confession, and looked at him stupidly for a long time, thinking that the distance between the two was too far, but she took a step and found that ...... He's actually right next door.

#这种感觉真是不要太惊喜#

A surprise that is too good can often lead to suspicion.

And Connie is in this unreal state right now.

"Do you know what love is?" She asked in a tangled voice.

Sherlock raised his chin slightly, his eyes flashing: "ell, love, scientific name......"

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

She decided to put it to the test in her own way.

I thought about it for a long time.

"If I-Eileen Adler and I fall into the water, and neither of you can swim, who are you going to save in the first place?" This typical "who will you save first when your mother and I fall into the water" question was selected by Connie for verification, but at the same time, she regretted it a little.

"I'm not going to let you fall." Sherlock was accustomed to it.

Connie was stunned by this answer, and she looked up at Sherlock in surprise - she didn't know he was so flirtatious!

Is this the IQ gap?

After a pause, Connie took a deep breath.

"If I'm pregnant, I'm ...... with my baby" No, what the hell is she asking?

Connie closed her eyes tiredly, only to see Sherlock suddenly "oh", Connie looked up and saw him holding his phone with a crackle, and then pulled out the small box in his pocket.

Connie saw him open it and realized that it was the last time he had forced it on her hand.

Connie's eyebrows jumped.

Sherlock was on one knee at this point.

"I see, you're insecure because of my love for Irene." He hit 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: "......"

"But, what I want you to know is that you are unique, and no matter how smart and sexy your brain is, it can't compare to you."

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

His confession sounded like a statement of fact, but Connie's insecurities magically disappeared in an instant.

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

Connie exhaled deeply, "You're going to propose to me?" Have you figured it out? This is not child's play. ”

Sherlock took her hand and put the diamond ring on directly: "I thought about it." ”

I thought about it for a long time.

His eyes sparkled with light.

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

But how could Sherlock refuse?

You can't pass this level by yourself.

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

“ok.”

"Can I call you Darling in the future?" As soon as she asked, Connie was amused by her own question.

With two snorts, the man was taken into Sherlock's arms.

"Tell you a secret – if that makes you happier."

Connie looked up and looked at him intently, waiting for the secret.

Sherlock looked down, his turquoise eyes full of her: "When I saw Irene's sadistic pictures, I thought of you. ”

Connie: "...................................."

He raised an eyebrow: "I suppose, in terms of a woman's exclusivity, this will make you happy?" ”

Connie: "......"

#并不好么*_*#

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

#实在让她承受不来#

He kissed him: "But I do find that when nicotine attacks, you can always reduce that kind of **." ”

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

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

The two of them kissed silently on the couch, Connie's little face flushed, and the atmosphere seemed to become a little weird.

"Sherlock." John's shouting stopped abruptly the moment he pushed the door open.

"OMG what did I see!" John was so surprised that he cried out, and on the couch, Connie "swished" and retracted her head, but her body was still held in Sherlock's arms.

"Why are you back?"

John heard it and thought Sherlock's words were questioning.

Mary said she could be on her own, so she asked me to come back first...... "I wouldn't have come back if I had known (tot)

Connie turned her head to catch a glimpse of the phone that had fallen from Sherlock's pocket, and picked it up.

#果然#

Looking at the emotional suggestions above, there are also various questions from Sherlock under the signature "shmostsexybrain" on women's education forums and psychological love and other websites...... She kind of knew where Sherlock's "enlightenment" came from.

But Connie was still a little moved.

He has always been full of learning attitude, and has a brilliant mind, but he has always disdained to learn these things that he thinks are useless, and I am afraid that even if he proposes to her now and confesses to him, this does not prevent him from thinking that these things are useless and wasteful of energy.

But his willingness to waste what he saw as precious "time and energy" for her proved something in itself, didn't it?

Once again, Connie realized the meaning of the idiom "condescension."

She laughed silently, oblivious to what John and Sherlock were saying.

"How's Mary?" By the time she came back to her senses, John's face became delicate.

"The doctor said he was going to let her recuperate." His strange look didn't escape Sherlock's eyes.

"E on, do you think lying can fool me?"

Connie looked at John quizzically.

He scratched his head: "I just feel like she's different." ”

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

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

John shook his head: "I'm already resting, let's go back tomorrow morning." ”

Connie was a little anxious.

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

"Sleep well." Sherlock covered her with a quilt and gently brushed the shredded hair around her ears.

He walked out of the room, and in a short time there was a pleasant sound of a violin, a tune that Connie had never heard before.

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

When she opened her eyes the next day, she was still slightly magical.

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

Suddenly facing a close face, Connie was so frightened that her breath froze.

Sherlock, even sleeping next to her!

A breath of air almost didn't come up, Connie looked down and looked at him in a nightgown, there were still a few □□ in his chest, with looming muscles, snow-white skin was not as much chest hair as ordinary foreigners, dark brown hair was slightly curled, and with his eyes closed, Connie could see his slender curly eyelashes better.

His breathing was faint, barely audible, even as he leaned so close.

Connie subconsciously relaxed her breathing, she reached out, and her white and tender fingertips touched his cheeks, ears, nose, and chin.

It's such a novelty.

Not for good or bad, Connie looked at her hands with some surprise, as well as at the person in front of her.

"Awake?" Before the eyes were opened, the mouth moved first.

Connie: "You're already awake?" ”

Sherlock said righteously, "Yes." ”

Connie: "......"

After thinking about it, when she saw the diamond in her hand, she became arrogant again, they are all fiancés, what's wrong with touching her face?!

She put away her heart and looked at the motionless eyes, which seemed to be slightly ruthless on a daily basis, but now they seemed to look completely different.

Connie suspects that it is her senses that directly affect what her eyes receive.

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

While making coffee, John came down groggily from upstairs.

"Do you want coffee?"

"Thank you."

John took his coffee and suddenly sobered up for the most part, looking at Connie with a teasing smile in his eyes.

Connie was creepy at her.

"Why do you think so of me?"

He took a sip of coffee lightly, with great comfort: "It's nothing~"

#哟呵, there's nothing floating in this little tone #

But as soon as she saw John, she remembered Mary.

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

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

Connie squinted at him for a long moment, not saying anything.

She handed John the sandwich and coffee, and turned to make porridge again.

"You send it to Sherlock."

John turned his head to see Connie start to take out the rich ingredients in the refrigerator, and raised an eyebrow: "You're going to cook food for Mary?" ”

Connie nodded, "Of course." ”

John looked at the abundance of ingredients, then at the simple sandwich in his hand, and shook his head silently.

#这就是人森哪#

#总有新欢旧爱#

#曾几何时, he and Sherlock are also Connie's favorites#

Connie didn't understand John's small subtleties, and she was worried about Mary and the speculation in her own mind.

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