Film and Television Variety Show: The Jade Girl's Love Affair

Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he spoke, then slowly placed his hand on Tang Yu's neck, his warm breath brushing against her ear, his lips lightly touching her sensitive skin, his voice hoarse.

"I want to be paid to take your picture!"

"Okay, what do you want?"

"Draw your blood."

Tang Yu was taken aback at first, then burst out laughing.

"Sherlock, you're so persistent!"

After saying this, Tang Yu leaned down and pinned Sherlock down on the sofa, pressing her lips heavily against his.

As their lips intertwined, she didn't forget to change angles for taking pictures, and then pulled Sherlock into several more intimate and ambiguous poses.

After the photos were taken, Tang Yu sent them all to Moriarty.

"You got Moriarty's number in just one night?"

Sherlock's voice carried a hint of curiosity and inquiry. He tilted his head slightly, gazing at Tang Yu, who was straddling him, with undisguised interest in his eyes.

"So guess how I got your phone number?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and smiled at the person sitting on him.

"Oh? Let me guess, extensive connections, and bribery?"

Tang Yu nodded, her smile growing even brighter.

"Moriarty's number is the easiest to get from a group of terrorist leaders. I'm just making a few threatening calls."

Sherlock instantly looked at the person in front of him with admiration and surprise.

"How did you do it?"

"Oh, it's simple! I can precisely blow up their powder keg and inflict heavy losses on them! Moriarty's vast network of connections needs power and money to maintain it; they want to get rich together."

And I have enough means to turn them into penniless, unarmed bastards in an instant! Why don't you guess what kind of 'surprise' Moriarty will encounter today?

Chapter 9 Sherlock Holmes

Sherlock Holmes' eyes gleamed with excitement as he asked the question in rapid succession.

"You were involved in the arms trade on the sidelines?"

Tang Yu shook her head decisively.

"While this is indeed a way to get rich quick, there are too many ways to make money, so there's no need to take a path that will attract the attention of governments around the world and cause too much trouble."

This left Sherlock puzzled. If he wasn't involved in the arms trade, he couldn't be a middleman either, because such a person would cause even more trouble.

Tang Yu knew what Sherlock was thinking, and she spoke with a half-smile.

"I know what you're curious about. What kind of person would be associated with terrorist organizations? Arms dealers, brokers, spies, extremists, thrill-seeking lunatics... You think none of these fit my personality, right?"

Sherlock raised an eyebrow and retorted, "A thrill-seeking madman, aren't you one too?"

"Okay, I guess so, but aren't you also a thrill-seeking lunatic? Are you secretly collaborating with terrorist organizations?"

That's true, which is why Sherlock was pondering the reason why the person in front of him had connections with a terrorist organization.

"Sherlock, there aren't that many complicated reasons. Although the core demands of terrorist organizations around the world are different, an organization needs money to survive."

Therefore, they secretly collaborate with others to engage in shady business dealings, doing things for powerful and influential people that they themselves cannot do.

Sherlock stared at the features of the person in front of him, then suddenly realized...

"Are you being targeted by someone? Like a cannibal?"

Tang Yu smiled slightly.

"A beautiful young girl who was born an orphan makes a living by performing around the world and attending celebrity banquets. There will be all sorts of perverts who will focus their attention on someone they consider weak."

Perhaps they are cannibals, perhaps pedophiles, perhaps sadists, perhaps purely malicious cravings... and of course, there are also perverted and twisted fans.

During this process, they may send kidnappers, assassins, gangs, or even terrorist organizations.

I simply taught these people an unforgettable lesson in the process of growing up.

As soon as Tang Yu finished speaking, her phone rang instantly, and Sherlock excitedly snatched it away.

"What did Moriarty reply?"

Tang Yu didn't mind Sherlock taking the phone; she was just curious about what Moriarty had sent her.

"Oh, he said he'd skin you and make shoes from your skin... What did you do?"

This was clearly a sign of extreme anger, and Tang Yu loved to give someone a taste of their own medicine.

"You can check the news; you might find something interesting."

If one is willing to spend money and use some tricks, Moriarty's subordinates and collaborators are all capable of turning against him.

Tang Yu merely bribed a portion of these villains, making them kill each other, since she could afford to pay them.

Therefore, Moriarty will now lose a lot of property and men.

When Sherlock Holmes opened the news, several news items were about bombings, all in wealthy villa residential areas.

These are all properties directly or indirectly controlled by Moriarty, and some of Moriarty's confidants live there, including a bunch of snipers under Moriarty's command.

Some people may be 100% loyal to Moriarty, but most people only believe in money and will do whatever it takes to pay them.

So Tang Yu offered a bounty for Moriarty's men, and then they started killing each other from within.

As for Moriarty's life, it's not that Tang Yu didn't want to take action.

This guy is really rich and has a lot of secrets, so the black market methods can't touch him.

No matter, Tang Yu first cut off Moriarty's left and right arms.

If he wants to cause trouble next, he'll have to recruit a lot of people again.

So things should be quiet for a while now.

When Watson returned home that evening, he asked him curiously.

Where is Sherlock?

"He had a vial of blood drawn and is now doing research; he might not be back tonight."

Watson suddenly felt a little sorry for Sherlock.

“Miss Brown, Sherlock… he always is like that; if he becomes curious about something, he will devote himself to it wholeheartedly.”

So sometimes, he might not be the most considerate boyfriend, but actually Sherlock... he..."

Watson wanted to name a few of Sherlock Holmes's good qualities, but in the end he found himself unable to.

Tang Yu burst out laughing instantly.

“John, just call me Lilith. There’s no such thing as neglect or joy between me and Sherlock. We’re just having fun. You don’t need to worry.”

"But aren't you already preparing for the wedding? I saw on the news tonight that you've already met with the wedding dress designer?"

Sherlock's voice suddenly came from the doorway at that moment.

“John, if you’re willing to spend the money, we can put an ad in the newspaper about our wedding tomorrow.”

The two of them looked toward the doorway, where Sherlock had already walked in.

"I thought you wouldn't be coming back today. Those two hundred milliliters of blood should keep you busy studying for a long time, right?"

Tang Yu was somewhat surprised by Sherlock's return. She thought he would be engrossed in the lab for a few days, since his blood data would be slightly abnormal.

"Have you forgotten our agreement from earlier today? Let's continue tonight. John, I suggest you go back to your room and rest, otherwise you'll be at a loss later."

Just as Watson was about to ask a question, Sherlock stepped forward, pinned Tang Yu to the sofa, and then embraced and kissed her.

So, the moment the two kissed, Watson turned and left!

What a hell!

He had just comforted the woman, saying that Sherlock might not be considerate enough in a relationship and could be a bit cold!

And what happened? Instead of being indifferent, she was overly enthusiastic! She was really overthinking things!

As the door slowly closed, the air inside seemed to ignite instantly.

Sherlock leaned forward, his lips lightly touching Tang Yu's ear as he chuckled softly.

"I've been thinking about this for a while now, and it turns out you like the atmosphere of foreplay, you want the extreme of gentleness to the point of madness, is that what you want?"

After Sherlock finished speaking, he gave her a gentle kiss and then bit her hard.

Immediately afterwards, he picked her up and laid her down on the sofa, continuing his passionate kisses. His tongue gently brushed against her earlobe, tenderly sucking at her until she trembled slightly.

Tang Yu lay lazily on the sofa, her arms around Sherlock's neck, letting his hot body press tightly against hers, releasing her madness and unbridled passion.

"I...don't think this kind of agreement will make you come back on time? Do you feel like you haven't learned it yet?"

"Of course, there are still many positions that haven't been explored. How can you know which one is the most exciting and will make you surrender if you haven't experienced them..."

After saying this, a passionate kiss followed, and Tang Yu hugged the other person and chuckled, "Do you have to decide who wins and loses in something like this?"

"Can't you compare? I've investigated all the lovers around you who might be your partners. Does anyone compare to me?"

"I told you you're a fool, but you wouldn't believe me!"

Sherlock suddenly lifted the person into the air and kissed them as he walked, occasionally lowering his head to lightly peck at the exposed skin, leaving behind a trail of tiny kiss marks.

Tang Yu blushed and smiled as she reached to unbutton her shirt. Sherlock seized the opportunity to push her onto the bed, gripping her wrists tightly and pinning them against the pillow.

Why can't we compare?

"It's like I want to eat something sweet today, something sour tomorrow, and something spicy the day after. Which flavor do you think I actually prefer?"

A hint of cunning flashed in Tang Yu's eyes.

Sherlock then understood why he was called a fool: a philandering woman.

"But there's longing in your music. Whom are you longing for?"

Tang Yu refused to answer the question. Instead, she placed her hand on the warm lips and caressed them. Then, she clung to the other person's body and continued to tear at the buttons of their shirt.