Sangyi: "......"

Why was Sherlock so unreasonable when he was sick?

He patiently said to Mr. Detective, "You are sick, you have a fever, and your forehead is very hot, shall I have Dr. Watson come and see you?" ”

"Watson is already asleep." Sherlock was clear, "It's not really necessary to disturb him, and I don't even think his presence will make my fever go away immediately." ”

Isn't it clear that you have a fever? So what is this person awkward? Do you feel ashamed to be sick?

Sang Yi sighed, "Then you go lie down, and I'll help you cool down physically." ”

"No, I don't." Sherlock said.

"So what did Mr. Detective do today? Why do I have a fever? Sang didn't force Sherlock, he asked.

"Huh? I was asked to go to the hospital, where a body disappeared. Sherlock paused slightly, "In fact, the body was just transferred by the family to blackmail the hospital. ”

"Is that so?" Sang Yi nodded, "So you're in the hospital...... Got a cold? ”

Sherlock was silent for a moment before he said, "It was very windy when I came back, and I was calm down in the street for half an hour. ”

"You're not calm down right now." Sang Yi couldn't hold back, "You have a fever." ”

Sherlock laughed a little, this was the first time Sang had seen him smile, not to mention, he was quite handsome.

"Oh, I'm sure I'm calm, don't you think I'm calm at all? You think I'm headstrong, right? Sherlock said.

Sang didn't understand why Sherlock suddenly seemed a little upset, he reflected on himself a little before saying, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to say that you were wayward, I can apologize if you need to......"

"I don't need it." Sherlock said, "Speaking of which, do you remember the last exhibition? ”

"Yes." Sang Yi put an ice towel on Sherlock's forehead, "What's wrong with the exhibition?" ”

"Watson and I met an admirer of yours." Sherlock recalled, "I just remembered that he was holding a painting of the exact same shape and size as the one that appeared in your room. ”

Sang Yi was slightly stunned.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't have the guts to sneak into your house at the time, so he must have met someone behind him - probably the one who brought the filthy stuff into your house." Sherlock imagines himself as the admirer, "who is timid and afraid, and who must give you a picture that he has carefully prepared to praise your beauty and show his affection." ”

"Then he can only sneak in."

"But he doesn't have the key." Sang Yi said.

"Yes." Sherlock's gaze fell on the closed window, "I've observed, and it doesn't even take a lot of skill for him to enter your room through the second-floor window and come back here." ”

"It's dangerous, you're dangerous, you're going to be locked up by him when his love has nowhere to release, maybe you can guess what will happen then?"

Sherlock was visibly feverish, but his tone was extremely calm and his thoughts were exceptionally clear.

Sang Yi reached out and tugged at Sherlock, trying to drag the tall Mr. Detective onto the bed, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you afraid?" Sherlock asked.

"I'm scared." Sang Yi replied.

Sherlock thought, where is he afraid? It doesn't look like it's scared at all.

This made his already hot brain even hotter, "What the hell are you thinking?" ”

"Doesn't Mr. Detective know?" Sang Yi smiled gently, "I thought you should know. ”

Sherlock closed his eyes slightly, and he opened them again, and he saw Sang's back.

Dressed in a nightgown, his slightly curly hair was still a little wet, rummaging for something.

Sherlock asked for a long time, "That thing...... What is it? ”

"Is that thing pushing you away, someone you care about? Or someone who threatens you? ”

[Ah, it's been discovered!] Absolutely cannot admit it! 】

Maybe it's just a delusion.

Sang Yi turned his head to meet Sherlock's eyes, the corners of his lips curled slightly, "Mr. Detective, you are so smart, you might as well guess again." ”

"You're not in a state of being threatened." Sherlock said.

Sang Yi still had that gentle smile.

Sherlock felt his head get hotter, his usual cleverness dulled by Sony's smile, and he asked, "Where were you before you came to Baker Street?" ”

"Mr. Detective is so smart, you might as well guess again." Sang Yi still said this.

"So where are you going?" Sherlock paused as he spoke, "You don't know where you're going to go in the future, but you can stay on Baker Street, right?" ”

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Detective." Sang Yi soaked the towel again, his voice was gentle, but his words were cold and ruthless, "Mr. Detective doesn't need to ask so much, it's just a neighbor anyway, isn't it?" ”

Yes.

Sang is right.

But Mr. Detective is uncomfortable.

As for why he was uncomfortable, he didn't know it yet, he attributed it to the fact that Sang Yi was still in a dangerous state, but he felt unbelievable that he had to draw a line with him.

Mr. Detective looked at the ceiling with a grim expression, something was wrong, he thought.

Sang Yi asked, "Isn't there really a need to call Dr. Watson?" ”

Sherlock was in a terrible mood now when he heard Dr. Watson, and he said, "No. ”

Sang expressed his incomprehension of Sherlock's willfulness.

He said, "Then you can lie down for a while, and I will go out and see if the pharmacy on the street is open?" ”

Sherlock said, "Don't. ”

Sangyi: "......"

He looked at Sherlock disapprovingly, "Mr. Detective, you are being irresponsible to your own body like this, do you know?" ”

"It's dangerous for you to go out at night."

So...... Is it actually a concern for his safety?

"But you're having a fever, so I'm going to ask Mrs. Hudson?" She shouldn't have slept yet. ”

Sherlock rolled over and turned his back to Sang, "Don't. ”

Sangyi: "......"

Why is Sherlock like an awkward child?

Sang Yi sighed, "Alright then, I don't care about you. ”

Angry? Sherlock's ears moved, because Sang Yi said "Leave you alone", was this tone angry?

Is it because he went too far?

It's too much, it's obviously a little painter.

The door slammed shut, and Sherlock sat up.

The towel fell from his forehead, and Sherlock didn't realize it, staring at the door with a little regret.

Sherlock rarely regretted anything, but for some reason, after meeting this little painter, he was always inexplicably a little easy to regret.

Sherlock rarely began to reflect on himself, he rarely paid attention to other people's emotions, and he certainly didn't care what other people thought and thought, but he was thinking now that Sang Yi was angry.

What should I do if Sang Yi is angry?

He got out of bed and walked out of the room with his hands on the wall.

The room outside was empty, except for the dim light overhead.

Is Sang Yi so angry when he is not in the house? So they all went out.

Maybe sulking in the stairwell?

Maybe go to Watson on the other side?

Sherlock thought dizzily, then pulled the door open.

Sang is at the door.

The other party held the medicine in his hand and looked at him with a slight frown, "Why don't you lie down when you're sick, what are you doing when you come out?" ”

Sherlock's gaze moved from Samye's hand to the face, it wasn't the first time he felt his heart beating so irregularly, he opened his mouth, "You...... Aren't you angry? ”

"yes, I'm a little angry." Sang Yi said, "Because Mr. Detective is obviously sick and still willful with me, I really don't want to care about Mr. Detective, just let him get sick." ”

Sherlock kept his mouth shut, inexplicably afraid to speak.

"But who made me soft-hearted?" Sang Yi poured water and said, "Seeing Mr. Detective lying sick on the bed, I am still worried that Mr. Detective will die in my room." ”

Sherlock's voice subconsciously lightened, and he said, "Yes...... I'm sorry. ”

"I'm sorry there is—huh?" Sang Yi pinched the pill and looked at Sherlock in surprise.

Did he hear Sherlock say sorry?

Sherlock, the big detective who had no one in his eyes said sorry to him?

It's not quite accurate to say that there is no one in sight, Sherlock just doesn't pay much attention to what other people think...... But now, he's saying, sorry.

Sang Yi looked at Sherlock in a daze for a while, and the other party's voice was a little low because of fever, "Sang Yi? ”

"No, it......'s nothing," Sang Yi said busily, "you take your medicine." ”

"I don't seem to have much strength." Sherlock leaned back on the couch, looking a little pitiful, "I don't want to move." ”

Probably because Sherlock had helped him, and because he needed to stay with Sherlock to gain energy, or maybe Sang really regarded Sherlock as a friend and felt that there was no one else around.

Sang Yi didn't hesitate too much, he said, "Then open your mouth, I'll feed you." ”

Feed...... Do you want to take medicine? It was as if he had no hands.

But Sherlock opened his mouth in a trance.

The young man's fingers were warm, and when they touched his lips, they carried the faint scent that Sherlock had smelled before.

Smelling exceptionally good and delicious, Sherlock subconsciously bit it, and Sherlock became even more sluggish after biting.

The usually shrewd and cool-headed detective is like a dull child at this moment, and he licks his mouth.

Sang Yi's hand shook, goosebumps rolled up, but he didn't say anything when he saw Sherlock's trance-like expression.

There doesn't seem to be much to say to a patient in a trance, but it just looks serious...... Otherwise, Sherlock would never have done such a thing, and perhaps he would have killed himself when he came to his senses and thought about it.

With this in mind, Sang regained his composure after pouring water on Sherlock.

"Mr. Detective." Sang Yi said, "Can you still move?" I'll send you back. ”

Get back?

Sherlock didn't move, he thought, he had no strength left, he couldn't move at all.

"Mr. Detective?"

"I'm sorry."

After saying sorry for the first time, the second sorry is extraordinarily smooth.

Sherlock's voice was hoarse, "I'm sorry, Sang, I seem to be really ......"

That was the end of his words, and Sang automatically filled him up.

It's really hard, but you don't want to show weakness in front of your neighbors?

Sang Yi pondered for a moment before saying, "I see, I'll help you back to my room." ”

Sherlock's hand rested on Sony's shoulder, his eyes lowered, the bridge of his nose almost poking into the side of Son's face.

Sherlock was thinking.

…… What the hell am I doing?