Mr. Detective, who had a chaotic mind but was physically exhausted, pressed Sang Yi to the bed.

Sang Yi didn't catch his breath and almost suffocated to death.

He struggled to push the man away and gasped for breath, Sherlock still laughing at him.

"Your strength is too small."

Sang Yi almost laughed, "Do you think everyone is like you?" Mr. Detective. Isn't it normal for me to not like sports, so my strength is not as strong as yours? ”

Sherlock turned his head slightly, looked at Sang Yi who was lying on the bed and was breathing calmly, and he asked, "How are you going to sleep tonight?" ”

"Huh?" Sang Yi blinked slightly, "If you're sick, you will naturally sleep in the bed, and I'll just go to the sofa." ”

Sherlock said in a light tone, "You are the master, I can't let the master sleep on the sofa, I sleep in the bed shamelessly." ”

Sang Yi sat up in surprise and looked at Sherlock, "Mr. Detective, would you actually consider this?" ”

Sherlock: What do you mean by "......"? Hasn't he usually thought about it?

Well...... It seems that there is none.

Son yawned, he used to turn day and night upside down, he should have gone to bed early today, because Sherlock was sick and he stayed up all night, and he was already sleepy now.

He hugged the quilt and said, "You sleep, I'll go to the sofa...... Well, hopefully you'll wake up tomorrow morning without a fever. ”

What's wrong with the fever? Sherlock actually felt a little aggrieved, and he sensitively thought, did the little painter think he was troublesome?

Sang didn't notice Sherlock's thoughts, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep on the couch, leaving Sherlock alone with a jumble of thoughts.

The people outside seemed to be asleep.

Maybe the drugs worked, and Sherlock felt like he was feeling energetic again.

He got out of bed and walked over to the couch.

Sang was indeed asleep.

Sherlock stared at the fair and beautiful face for a long time before he suddenly came back to his senses in the slight frown of the other party.

After all, the sofa is not as good as the bed, and it is definitely uncomfortable to fall asleep.

With the first time, it's simple to do it again a second time.

Sherlock easily picked up Sonny, completely unrecognizable as a sick man.

"Hmm......"

The young man in his arms let out a meaningless snort, and rubbed his head into Sherlock's arms.

The great detective's hands and feet stiffened for a moment, and he felt that he might be even sicker, and his brain was incredibly hot.

With a calm expression, he put Sang Yi on the bed.

The sleeping young man opened his eyes, and he saw the red face that should have belonged to Mr. Detective, but in fact he saw only darkness.

Sang Yi closed his eyes again, but his fingers grabbed Sherlock's sleeve, and his voice was thick sleepy, "Go to sleep." ”

Sherlock bent down slightly, he wondered, could it be that Sang was letting him sleep with him?

Well.

Anyway, it's all men, and it's normal to sleep together.

But......

The black cat looked at Sherlock directly, as if he was very wary of the man who had been in and out of his house frequently these days.

Sherlock sensed the cat's gaze and looked over as well.

The cat licked its paws gracefully, then jumped into bed and nestled in Sanyi's arms under Sherlock's slightly narrowed gaze, then closed its eyes.

Sherlock: "......"

He looked at the corner of his clothes that was being pulled by Sanyi, and lay down calmly.

He's no different from a cat, and he doesn't even bother Sang Yi to sleep like a cat.

The cat gave the pesky human an unpleasant look, and firmly occupied Sangyi's entire embrace.

This is a nasty human meow who wants to hook up with his master.

——

Sang opened his eyes in a daze, and he didn't know if Sherlock was any better, speaking of which......

His eyes widened suddenly.

Obviously, this chest in front of him is not his, then it can only be - Sherlock Holmes.

No, why did he get into Sherlock's arms, did he sleep like this...... So restless?

Why is he in bed?

Does he still sleepwalk at night?

No way.

So, is it Sherlock?

Did Sherlock still carry him to bed when he was sick? Sang Yi was in a mixed mood.

In this strange country and world, he seems to be cared for......

That's right.

Sang Yi hurriedly reached out and touched Sherlock's forehead, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that the other party's fever had subsided.

It's good if the fever goes away.

He cautiously slipped out of Sherlock's arms and got out of bed.

Sani has barely been in the kitchen.

His kitchen was also overly clean.

Luckily, there was still rice in the kitchen.

Sang Yi took out his long-dusted mobile phone, turned it on, and searched how to cook porridge.

Cooking porridge is too simple.

However, there is only rice, and I can only make white rice porridge.

Sick people don't need to eat very greasy food, so white rice porridge should be ...... Almost, right? Sang thought uncertainly, and then fired.

Sherlock wakes up to a mushy smell, the smell of things being burned.

It was nice not to have a fever, he thought, and it was refreshing.

But...... How did he seem to hear Watson's voice?

Sherlock looked solemn, and he walked outside the kitchen to see Son and Watson very close.

The contents of the pot seem to be burned.

"It's okay, you can take your time." Watson's voice was a little gentle, "It's normal to fail to grasp the time and heat for the first time. ”

"Thank you, Dr. Watson." Sang Yi watched Watson pour the boiled porridge into the trash can, and said abruptly, "I basically haven't cooked before, but because Mr. Detective is sick, I think about cooking porridge for him or something......"

Sherlock stopped in place, it turned out to be ...... It was because he was sick that Sang Yi wanted to cook porridge.

Although it looks like a failure.

Watson paused slightly, then laughed again, "Did he trouble you?" He's more headstrong and egoistic, which should bother you a lot. ”

"That......" Sang Yi followed Watson's steps, "it's actually fine." ”

Wayward?

Self?

Mr. Detective snorted coldly in his heart, Watson is, right? Like a peacock with the screen open, show off your cooking skills in front of a little painter.

What's the use? Mr. Detective thought again, just a meal, and he would too.

Sang Yi turned his head and saw Sherlock standing there.

He curled his lips and smiled, "Mr. Detective, are you awake?" ”

Watson also turned his head, and he asked, "Sherlock, why are you bothering Sang when you're sick, I'm obviously a doctor, aren't I?" ”

Sherlock glanced at Watson, "yes, you reflect on it, why didn't you find out that I was sick even if you were a doctor?" ”

Watson: "......"

Sangyi: "......"

Sang Yi stifled a smile and said, "Mr. Detective, how are you feeling now?" ”

"Me."

Sherlock glanced at Watson, who was looking at him inquiringly, and said, "Seems a little dizzy." ”

"Huh?" Sang Yi took two steps forward and reached for Sherlock's forehead, "I remember you didn't burn when you got up. ”

"Hmm." Sherlock staggered, and Sang quickly supported him, "Is it so uncomfortable?" ”

"I don't burn, but I get dizzy." Sherlock spoke plainly, but there was something pitiful about his movements.

Usually steady and calm, tall and tall men show weakness, which is easy to make people soft-hearted.

"Looks like we still need to get it checked." Sang Yi frowned slightly, "Let Dr. Watson show you, right?" ”

Watson stared at Sherlock and said with a smile, "Sherlock and I are friends, and it doesn't cost anything to see a doctor...... Right, Sherlock. ”

Sherlock wanted to say a few words, but when he saw Sang, his words became, "No, just rest for a while." ”

Sang Yi said, "Then I'll help you lie down first, and I'll boil the porridge." ”

"You're going to boil with the doctor?" Sherlock asked.

"Because Dr. Watson can, I can't, so I can only ask him." Sang Yi replied, "Fortunately, Dr. Watson is a very warm-hearted person who is willing to help me. ”

Warm-hearted people?

Hum.

Sherlock glanced at Watson in the kitchen and said, "Really? John was indeed a more zealous man...... But have you ever thought that he might have other plans? ”

"Figure what?" Sang Yi thought that Sherlock might be sick, so he spoke strangely, and asked a little amusedly.

"Oh, I know, you don't believe what I say." Sherlock felt a little inexplicably pantothenic acid in his heart.

Sang Yi is always patient with patients, and he reassures, "Anyway, you have a good rest first, and I'll go to the kitchen to take a look." ”

Watson is in the kitchen, and Sang is going to the kitchen as well.

The backs of these two people just now made Sherlock's emotional intelligence light up for a moment, and he realized that John really wanted to pursue Sangyi, and even took measures.

It stands to reason that as a friend, Watson has someone he likes and wants to spend his life with each other, and he should congratulate him.

But the current situation is that he can't congratulate Watson at all, and even wants Watson to stay away from Sangyi.

But Sang Yi didn't know anything, and he thought Watson was a good man and a warm-hearted neighbor.

It's not going to work, if Sang and Watson are really together......

It's not okay.

But why not?

Sherlock is unclear for the time being.

The genius detective seems to be at a loss for feelings and falls into a state of depression.

Of course he wouldn't just lie in bed and wait.

Sherlock watched as Sunny was about to step out of the room and spoke, "Sonny. ”

Sang Yi looked back confusedly, "What's wrong?" Where is it uncomfortable? ”

"I'm thirsty." Mr. Detective's face was not red and his heart was not beating, "Can you please pour me a glass of water?" ”

Sang Yi said with a smile, "It's just a glass of water, you wait." ”

It's getting closer, Sherlock thought, and he can feel that Son seems to be accepting him, not only from the change in title, but also ......

"Mr. Detective." Sang Yi handed the glass of water to Sherlock, and reached out to touch Sherlock's forehead, "It's better to drink more hot water for fever, I didn't think about it at all last night." ”

"Did you carry me to bed last night?" Sang Yi said, "Even though I'm sick and still like this, Mr. Detective has changed a lot." ”

"How much has changed?" Sherlock was silent, where had he changed?

"The first time I met Mr. Detective, Mr. Detective didn't even want to talk to me." Sang Yi smiled, "At that time, I thought that the big detective next door didn't seem to be easy to get along with. ”

Sherlock's hands stiffened slightly.

He didn't even need to reminisce too much, he thought that he would never have unnecessary contact with this neighbor, and he didn't bother to say too much to unrelated people.

But now, the self who secretly poked and poked some careful thoughts to find Sang Yi did seem to have changed.

"But Mr. Detective is cute." Say's voice was light again, and he didn't see that Sherlock's ears began to redden, and he continued, "It's a little headstrong, but it's harmless...... Well, Mr. Detective is actually a bit naïve. ”

Sherlock's ears were clearly hot, but he seemed as calm as when he solved the case, and he didn't agree with what Sang said, so he asked, "Where am I naïve?" ”