Connie woke up the next morning, naturally, although she had been kissed secretly the previous night, so that she hid under the covers with a red face, and it took a long time for her to fall asleep groggily. But when I opened my eyes this morning, I had a feeling of fullness from sleeping until I woke up naturally.

Did she sleep too long, or did she sleep too well?

With the corners of her mouth bent, Connie walked out of the room barefoot, the room was still a mess, but there was not a single figure.

Suddenly remembered that it seemed that John and McCroft had slept together last night, and looked at the sofa, the creases on it were still there, and it looked like a toss...... Connie pursed her lips, and the door on the second floor opened from the outside in.

A curly-haired Sherlock stood outside the door, still carrying a bag in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.

The broken hair fell apart, and it seemed to float with a faint mist, like the first rain and dew that fell in the morning.

"Bang Bang" "Bang Bang"

Connie blinked, clutched her chest and took a deep breath.

The dark brown pupils moved, the eyebrows seemed to wrinkle slightly, and Connie subconsciously held her breath...... Won't be discovered?

Seeing him frowning slightly, he stepped forward, stretched out his frosty fingers, grabbed her, and hugged her.

“？？？” Connie froze, staring at his close face, her eyelids blinking uncontrollably.

"What?" Connie asked timidly, subconsciously frightened by his momentum at this time.

Sherlock looked down at the little feet hanging in the air, white and tender, looking like freshly peeled eggs.

"Remember to wear shoes next time."

He spoke lightly, withdrew his gaze, and looked into her eyes.

"Oh...... Well??? Connie was stunned, glanced at the cold feet, and then reacted, with a small face like a chick pecking rice: "Okay...... Will remember next time. ”

This sloppy answer made Sherlock's eyes narrow, and then she looked like she was still immersed in her own little world and secretly rejoicing about something, and sighed helplessly.

"Alright, breakfast." He grabbed the bag in his hand, placed Connie on the couch, and got up to get a new pair of socks from the room.

The long men's socks were on Connie's small feet, and they were almost up to the knees when they were tightened, and when she saw Sherlock put her socks on, but when she pulled them halfway down her calves, Connie paused, and couldn't hide her depressed expression.

The boyfriend's foot can reach a quarter of her leg...... Speaking of which, she seemed to have just reached Sherlock's chin when she jumped.

#世界真是充满了各种让人悲伤不能自已的情况#

In a trance, a bun was handed over in front of her, Connie opened her mouth, and bit into it with a whimper, the big bun touched half of her face, and the smell of meat came to her face~

Now that you're just an adult, do you want to stop fighting?

Connie bit into the meat bun and thought that she would have to be a few centimeters taller anyway, otherwise she would stand with Sherlock...... It's not like a couple because of the difference in appearance......

#陷入恋爱中的少女啊#

#就是这么患得患失思虑良多#

A shadow suddenly appeared above his head, and Connie felt a gentle pat on her forehead, her eyes rolled to look up, and she saw his handsome face approaching: "Don't think about so many things that you don't have, hurry up and eat buns." ”

He took a sip of the cup of coffee himself, and his expression was not disgusted, but he enjoyed it.

Connie raised her eyebrows, and suddenly the sound of raindrops sounded outside the window, sparsely, as if with a singing voice.

The raindrops hit the window, and the sound of it can make people's hearts cold, but Connie is holding hot milk and buns, and her whole body is warm, and there is a warm fireplace in the room, and the fire is flashing, which is very beautiful.

Sherlock took off his coat and sat on the sofa in a white turtleneck, swiping his phone with his legs crossed, his fingers crackling on the keyboard of his phone, and his fingertips seemed to have light on them.

"No case?" Connie asked, biting the bun in her mouth.

Sherlock took a moment to look over, "Yes." But now, none of that matters. ”

Connie's little hand shook, almost scaring the bun in her hand.

Sherlock, even said, the case, not important?

Connie couldn't help but be a little happy, is this saying, is she more important?

“.” His eyes narrowed slightly with excitement.

When Connie heard this, she felt that something was wrong, and suddenly remembered a big incident and slapped her head.

How could she forget that Sherlock's lifelong enemy, the indispensable other half of the love and killing, Moriarty, appeared yesterday!

#呵呵完全保持不住微笑呢#

"What's wrong? What's uncomfortable? Sherlock saw Connie's strange expression and asked casually, his hands still crackling, but his eyes were on Connie, full of attention.

The corners of Connie's mouth twitched, not knowing whether to admire his single-mindedness or make a little effort.

#算了吧, what should I do if I accidentally kill myself#

The thought only flashed through her mind, and Connie withdrew her thoughts, watched him pick up the cold coffee on the table, take a sip, and continue to look at it.

Raised an eyebrow: "This coffee is delicious?" ”

With Sherlock's picky taste, even if the coffee is delicious, it will not be cold and drink calmly, without frowning, unless it is this coffee, which is really delicious.

"Well, not bad." Sherlock complimented, how long had she not heard such a blunt, short, and powerful compliment?

Pouting, she looked at the cup of coffee, and was really a little curious.

"Want to drink?" Someone saw through her "long-sightedness" at a glance.

Connie nodded, although she didn't have much love for coffee, but what Sherlock praised should not be much worse.

He paused, changed his position, put his left foot on the ground with his right foot, and sat elegantly, but leaned over his upper body, gently approaching her flushed cheek, propped his left hand on the sofa, and stuffed his phone into his pocket with his right hand.

"Yes." He whispered.

Connie stared blankly at his approaching face, "Huh? ”

Leaning back subconsciously, she swallowed her saliva a little nervously, and the meat bun was still in her hand.

The warm breath was slowly approaching, a damp heat covered her lips, and in the silent room, there was only the occasional thunderclap in the fireplace, and for a moment, the whole world seemed to be quiet.

Connie's eyes widened, and for a moment her tense breathing stopped.

The brain went blank.

"Breathe, silly boy." There was a chuckle in her ears, his long curly eyelashes scratched her cheeks, itchy, she shrunk her neck, but the back of her waist was pressed, and her whole body was suddenly attached to him, and the world in front of her seemed to turn upside down in an instant.

In his clear pupils, Connie saw her eyes, nose, and mouth.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the sound of water hitting the ground wafted in through the cracks in the windows, and it seemed to form a melodious music in my ears.

"Hehe" he chuckled, Connie gasped, and he instantly lowered his head again, and a slippery touch broke into his mouth.

Sweet, bitter, the taste of coffee, rich in the mouth.

In an instant, it was as if fireworks had exploded.

There was a "click", and there seemed to be a bright light next to it, was it lightning?

Connie was stunned for a moment, but in an instant she came back to her senses, and Sherlock had already sat up.

"You tasted it, how did it taste?"

Taste--Tao-How-How-Like--

"Boom!" Suddenly, Connie's face turned red as a monkey's ass.

#这是让她回答咖啡的味道还是......#

#大写的羞#

Connie held her face and looked at Sherlock with a pair of eyes full of shyness, not thinking that he was such a filthy person.

"What are you shouting Sherlock, Dirty Locke......"

#污洛克, Dirty Holmes #

"It's okay." She replied casually, but in the blink of an eye, she found that he was typing with his phone again in his hand, and Connie followed curiously.

But I saw a picture being sent on that page, and above the picture, there was a message from a person named K: I bet you and her haven't even kissed yet.

Below the picture, Sherlock's answer.

“.”

“……”

“……”

In a moment of silence, Sherlock sent a text message, and when he turned around, he saw Connie's face.

"What's wrong?"

"Why did you kiss me just now?" Connie made her displeasure clear.

Who knew that he rolled his eyes: "If you want to kiss, you can kiss, what's not okay?" ”

His tone was flat, without a hint of frivolity, as if he was telling a fact, but Connie's fire still rose up at once.

"You!" was so angry that the buns in Connie's hands fell to the ground.

Sherlock looked at the bun that fell to the ground, but Connie was still staring at her angrily, although she didn't know why, but she remembered the treasure book she had read, and immediately stepped forward, tilted her head and kissed Connie on the lips again.

"Poof".

deliberately lowered his voice and squeezed his vocal cords, creating the feeling of "hoarse and dull" written in the treasure book.

“.” It's like whispering, and it's like reading a poem for a lover, sexy and dangerous.

Sherlock's voice was already very unique, and he deliberately pressed it like this, and Connie suddenly felt a sigh of relief when he heard it.

#这个混蛋! #

Connie secretly scolded Sherlock in her heart, but there was no anger in her head.

#美色误人! It's really beautiful! #

Seeing that Connie's anger disappeared in an instant, Sherlock raised his eyebrows, it seems that the mortal who wrote the treasure book still has some ability, this trick, it seems that it can be used often in the future?

Sherlock, who had been accommodated, smiled happily, the smile on the corner of his mouth was so pure that it was like a child, and Connie was dumbfounded, and he didn't know what he was going to do.

Just as he was about to push him away, he heard a "click" at the door.

The two of them turned to see John and McCroft staring at a bird's nest, both of whom were standing in the doorway, one holding two large bottles of milk in his hand, and the other holding a large box of pizza, which looked steaming hot and freshly bought.

"There are people who work hard to serve the government and the people, but you ......," said Mycroft, staring at the two men with faint eyes.

Fortunately, John next to him, the resentment on his body can simply be formed.

"Someone was just dumped last night, and they can't fall out of love to the point of heartache, but you ......" John's dark eyes were like an abyss, shooting at Connie and Sherlock's bodies, and he looked haggard and tired with a bird's nest on his head.

Connie pursed her lips and immediately reached out to push Sherlock away in embarrassment, but he grabbed her wrist with her backhand and pulled it directly to her lap, and her defiant gaze flew towards Mycroft.

"A single dog is a single dog, and if you can't find a girlfriend, you're not attractive enough. After all, you've been persevering on the path of being fat and bald. "Sherlock always finds every opportunity to counter McCroft and fights back as much as he can.

As soon as the poisonous tongue came out, although he ignored John, it was obvious that the "single dog" also hit his heart at this time.

Connie looked awkwardly as Sherlock sat on the couch with her arms around her, then at John and Mycroft.

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