My son can't be this cute

These are words of warmth, but it's a pity that the person they convey is already asleep, with their arms on their pillows, sleeping peacefully like a child.

Mycroft's eyes blinked slightly. He had his heart moved three times in his life. The first time was when he was a boy who fell in love with the most beautiful girl on campus. People will naturally fall in love with the most shining girl, but the heartbeat is too superficial, and it will die by itself as soon as it sprouts.

The person Mycroft really liked should be the woman he met when he was 30 years old. She was beautiful, and most importantly, she was smart enough. Behind her delicate appearance was an exquisite heart. Sherlock Holmes would always love that woman. An abrupt existence encountered, neither pleasing nor annoying, the most important thing is not to be ignored, like an arrogant vine, wanting to slowly erode one's heart, domineering, flamboyant, surprising and fascinating, but also dangerous Poppy, the lips of which most men would die, except Mycroft.

After ending that relationship, Mycroft sometimes thought about whether he was too picky, women, that kind of thing was already precious, but it was just a blink of an eye, and soon he laughed again, he is a king, no He needs others to control him, and even his feelings seem a little cold.

Anthea said that he was destined to be the man who would rule the world, and the compliment was said by that wayward assistant, which was a bit ironic. Even a small assistant who works for Mycroft has his own temper.

He has been walking and stopping for decades, and has seen the most beautiful scenery and the most seductive woman, but he rarely has this kind of experience. Being trusted by a person, sleeping peacefully in front of the devil, should he be naive or rough-headed.

The blue pupils locked on the red mark on Jun's face. The man Mycroft classified as his own was beaten by others. How ironic that the third heartbeat was actually because of this implicated pain.

"Only this time." No matter what the outcome is, whether he wants it or not, other people can't control what he likes.

In the Forbidden Forest, the night is dark and there are occasional shrill howls. Walking in it feels gloomy, not to mention that there are legendary monsters ambush here, with red eyes and sharp teeth, as terrifying as the imagination Watson couldn't help shouting towards the front.

"Sherlock!" The military doctor who has been on the battlefield, seen countless broken corpses, and was soaked in blood has a little secret. In fact, he was a child with rich imagination since he was a child, and he was a little afraid of ghosts. I just followed here to look at my cohabitant, I didn't expect the scene to be so scary, the silver full moon, and the man in the long windbreaker walking in front looked like a ghost.

The person in front stopped, and Watson heaved a sigh of relief. He was just about to raise his short legs and trot to keep up, but he was startled and screamed by the sudden light.

His complexion was as pale as plaster, his eye sockets were deep, and his expressionless face was more terrifying than any ghost.

"John, it's me." A calm voice with slightly curved lips.

"Sherlock, why are you scaring me!" John Watson gritted his teeth and roared, blushing and tears in the corners of his eyes.

"I remember Mycroft said that fear is just a kind of cowardice. If you look directly at the fear itself, you will no longer be afraid. Therefore, I think you will not be unable to walk if you scare you once."

"What kind of fucking logic is this!" John snarled, wiping away his tears.

"Well, yes, sometimes Mycroft's words don't make sense, I've confirmed it." The detective who heard Watson's rant and didn't repent at all nodded, looking quite serious and educated.

"You bastard!" Hua strode forward angrily, his usual good temper completely gone, and he didn't even respond to Henry's comfort.

"Mr. Holmes, you should go after him. It's very dangerous here." The kind Henry said in a gentle voice, although he was panicked at the beginning, after all, this place had caused too much damage to his memory.

"Your partner may have an accident..." Before he finished speaking, Henry found that the man made a gesture to quiet him, and the surrounding air became silent, but soon, a creepy feeling came over, accompanied by Facing the cold wind and howling, on that small slope, he swore that he saw that nightmare again, that devil!Even if it was just a flash, he would never admit it wrong, that breath, those scarlet eyes, the appearance of a devil!

"God! God!" Henry shouted unconsciously with trembling lips, and Sherlock on the side was much calmer, of course, if his Adam's apple didn't slip off quickly.

"John!" The man rushed up like a leopard, followed by Henry Knight who stumbled.

And John Watson, who was far ahead, didn't know what happened behind him. He was still immersed in the fact that he was frightened by Sherlock. Ugly, angry, and all kinds of emotions attacked the military doctor. He clenched his fists and walked away with short legs. Flying fast, growling "Damn Sherlock" as he walked!

Watson knew that a man shouldn't be timid, but who the fuck said that a man should not be afraid of ghosts!Sherlock is a bastard, he will never make coffee for this bastard again when he goes back!Absolutely no sugar after soaking!

Wait, Watson stopped in his tracks, his blue eyes widened. Something seemed to flash past his eyes just now. Yes, he couldn't see what it was, but there was definitely something. The bushes ran away, and the dark leaves were still trembling slightly.

"Sherlock, you bastard is trying to scare me again, aren't you?" Watson roared at the bushes, rolled up his sleeves and looked like he was about to rush over to beat him up, his eyebrows raised, he definitely wanted to beat that one up this time Bastard, let him know that he can save people as well as kill people, and Sherlock Holmes is definitely No.1 on the list that John Watson wants to kill!

Just approaching and before he had time to push through the bushes, Watson was thrown down. It was not gentle, but a kind of throwing down firmly after eating a mouthful of mud. The man lying on his back was still panting heavily. The breath, the familiar breath made Watson get the opponent down without subconsciously, breaking the opponent's ribs by the way, unloading his chin or arms, not using all the usual techniques in fighting, spitting out a few fresh mouthfuls Mud, Watson began to moan in pain.

"God, Sherlock, you're fucking trying to kill me!"

"John, are you okay?" Sherlock quickly rolled over from the military doctor, only now did he realize that his height was no less than a thick wardrobe for the little Watson, maybe the action was a bit stronger, John Watson did not die on the battlefield, but was thrown down by Sherlock and crushed to death directly.

"Of course there's something fucking wrong!" Watson stood up with the help of the other party. He rubbed his chest and ribs to make sure that everything was fine. Finally, he patted his belly and said something in his heart.

"Thanks, little belly." Although it was unsightly, it did save John Watson's life. For this reason, the military doctor even considered not eliminating them in the short term.

After feeling overwhelmed, the military doctor's eyes immediately turned fierce. He suddenly raised his hands and grasped the other party's collar, slightly padded his feet. He hated the height difference between them, and gritted his teeth, "Sherlock, explain!" Being mean and disregarding plus being this guy's Almighty John is fine, sherlock the fuck pushed him into the mud, after scaring him once, this guy is addicted to it, isn't he!

Sherlock looked down at the hands clutching his collar. They were not as fair as his own, and there were calluses left by years of grinding guns on them. He had just cut his nails recently. The imprint on the palm of his hand showed that he was very angry at that blow just now. My probability has risen to 40.00%, and it is very likely that it will break through 50.00% and hit myself on the cheekbone.

"You misunderstood, Dr. Watson, we just saw the devil!" Almost roared, with trembling and eagerness.

"Devil?" Watson turned his head to look at the panting man, his ferocious expression relaxed.

"Yes." Wiping the cold sweat off his face, Henry Knight said with some hesitation: "That giant hound with red eyes is nearby. Mr. Holmes is worried about you."

Watson withdrew his gaze and looked at his cohabitant in surprise, but the other person still had a calm expression, only a drop of sweat left on the forehead showed how fiercely he ran.

"I, I, I, you, why didn't you say it earlier?" Watson stammered, he was so surprised and moved that he completely forgot to let go of his paws, he still maintained the posture of tiptoe, and the moving blue eyes From Henry Knight's point of view, it seemed that he was about to make the next intimate contact with Sherlock Holmes' lips. The kind man had already covered his eyes and turned around. He is a man from a good family and knows how to respect others* *men, even if it's a gay couple.

Sherlock's eyes flicked over Watson's still somewhat dirty lips, and he raised his hand. This action made his military doctor subconsciously shrink his neck, and then straightened up again, as if out of guilt, looking like he was going to fight. Scold casually.

Pursing his lips, he raised his right hand and gently brushed the opponent's lips. The shocked military doctor could only widen his eyes and look at the opponent stupidly, unable to say anything for a while.

Sherlock's slender white thumb was stained with some dirt, which brushed off from Watson's mouth. He slowly moved his thumb to his lips. Watson felt his heart beating violently, and he almost stopped him.

The thumb moved close to the plump lips, and then moved up a little, and the nostrils moved slightly. Under Watson's blank gaze, Sherlock showed a bright and wanton smile.