My son can't be this cute

Although the doctor was shouting in his heart at this moment, what came out of his mouth was a weak why.Sherlock's light-coloured, seemingly inorganic eyes stared at him, and his soft lips seemed to move, but in the end, he just blinked and let himself go, and Watson felt that at that moment , I even forgot to breathe.

"Sherlock." He thought the matter was over, so he couldn't help calling his name, but just after he finished speaking, he realized that he was wrong. Sherlock is definitely not a person who likes to think about others, he has to get everything he wants, The same goes for whoever he wants.

"John, I think we can take our relationship to the next level from now on."

"what?"

There was a smile on the corner of Sherlock's lips. It was rare for him to be without sarcasm. He just repeated it slowly in that deep voice, but the words became more obvious, and Watson couldn't help but pretend to be stupid.

"John, I think we can be partners like Mycroft and the others."

"Ha, Sherlock, don't be kidding, it's not funny." Watson said dryly, his big eyes widened, but they were extremely flustered.

"What are you afraid of, John." Sherlock leaned closer to him again, so close that his warm breath touched Watson's cheeks, he barely blinked, and kept observing Watson, catching every trace of him look.

"I didn't, it's just, it's so weird." It took Watson a long time to think of an explanation that could barely explain his current mood, and he added dryly, "Sherlock, I thought we were just roommates and partners. It's your friend, it's your nanny in life, other than that, I don't think there is anything between us that can be a partner, what you despise most is called love."

"I thought you would first throw out the reason that you are not gay." Sherlock didn't seem to mind Watson's words, but he straightened himself up, put his hands in his pockets and hummed softly. He didn't feel that at first. The other party will happily agree, and it has to be said that this result is within his expectations.

"Oh, of course, that's one too, but I don't think it's that important." Watson shrugged, his face was still flushed, but he wasn't as nervous as before, after all, Sherlock was far away from him a little bit.

"You're telling everyone you're straight and now you're telling me it doesn't matter," Sherlock said quietly, no emotion in those pretty eyes.

His confession, Watson thought, let's count it as a confession, didn't seem to affect him, which made the military doctor a little uncomfortable. After all, he didn't hate Sherlock, he just liked it?Well, Sherlock didn't say that he likes it, he just said that the relationship between them can go further, which doesn't mean liking or love, although normal people would think it's no different from I love you, but that's Sherlock, the most important thing The most important thing is that he is already married. When they first met, this proud man told him that work was his wife. Now, Sherlock is going to abandon his job and remarry?No, no, he can never give up his job. He can only say that he thinks it is necessary to vacate the number one position and let John Watson occupy it. As for how long, he can't judge, maybe ten years, maybe It's a year, or in the next second, he has to move out of Sherlock's palace.

"Because you are much more important than them." Watson said honestly, his words made Sherlock feel as if his heart had been gently tickled, and his calm, almost tense face softened a lot.

"Can I take that as consent?" Sherlock asked, acting as sensible as a child asking his mother if he can have a cookie, except that Watson is not his mother, and in the face of unreasonable Ask him to get used to saying no.

"No, Sherlock, I'll pretend this never happened."

"John, I'm not joking." Sherlock said angrily, his eyebrows were wrinkled, and his appearance only made Watson feel that his performance just now was really funny. people are scared.

"Sherlock, you haven't figured out if you really like me, you just want the whole world to know about it like a child."

Sherlock still frowned, and retorted with some dissatisfaction: "I know."

"This isn't an experiment, Sherlock, the liking you know in your head, your heart racing and your breathlessness are just data, and I'm very glad you trusted me, Sherlock, I said I am willing to do anything for you, so don't worry that I will leave, and you will become a person, there is no need to use this method." Watson said seriously, although he did not understand why Sherlock would suddenly say this However, whether it is subconscious or rational, Sherlock is just playing childish temper. How could this perfect man like John Watson, but it is undeniable that apart from being panicked, he is also very happy.

Sherlock looked at Watson, who was stooping to take a large handful of sweets from his pocket and put them in the hands of the children in the choir, and got several kisses, and his smile was as sweet as chocolate cake, which Isn't this kind of joy that is full of joy in my heart not like?

No one told Sherlock what liking was like, he was never likable, everyone thought he was a freak except his family, then he met Lestrade, that was different, Lestrade himself was A good old man, he is good to everyone, but John is different. He regards himself as the most important thing, even more important than himself.

This kind of thought was surging in Sherlock's heart. He wanted to grab the man's arm and tell him that what he said was wrong, something that could not be expressed in words, but he knew in his heart that he wanted John Watson. don't want.

Watson waved goodbye to those little guys. He turned around and wanted to ask Sherlock to go home with him, but he was stunned, his lips were slightly parted and he couldn't say anything. With that look, Sherlock had to stare at him, It felt as if there were only the two of them left in this world. Watson felt his heart beat suddenly, and before he could react, the skin on his cheek was gently touched by the warm right hand with.

"Sherlock..." he murmured, a sentence came to his mind, he meant it, and John Watson couldn't refuse.

The black-haired man did not speak, his lips were tightly pressed together, he looked at himself with a pair of light-colored eyes, and his slender fingers touched his cheeks. The thin calluses on them made people feel a little itchy, but Watson didn't dare to move. He seemed to have been cut off from the air, and he couldn't even breathe.

Sherlock lowered his head slightly, the light in his pupils almost made Watson want to close his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, a little scared, a little panicked, but surprisingly he didn't think of running away at all.

His nose was close to his own, and he left within a second, and the temperature on his cheeks also disappeared. Sherlock raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said in a low voice under the light: "John, I'm serious."

The lights were bright, and the cafe was full of aromas. Molly received a call from the Barts Hospital. She came to work temporarily, so after hanging up the phone, she had to look at her boyfriend apologetically.

"Sorry, Jim, I've got something to do."

"It's okay, Molly, go and do your work, I'm fine." Jim smiled good-naturedly, and didn't mind his girlfriend's work with irregular hours.

"That's good." Relieved, Molly packed up her things and left, she even forgot to give her boyfriend a goodbye kiss.

Jim was thinking quietly with his chin propped on his right hand. Just as he was deep in thought, his cell phone rang. As soon as he picked up the phone, he saw a man approaching him. His blond hair was dazzling under the light, and the black-haired man showed a mouthful. With white teeth, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Christmas gift?"

"No, the gift is here." Moran strode over, bent down and kissed the corner of the man's mouth.

"Ha, it's really good." Jim smiled slightly, his amber eyes seemed to be shining, and the people next to him thought in their hearts, it seems that they are a couple.

"Go home, Jim, you have had enough." Moran rubbed the other's black hair, and the soft smile on the corner of his mouth made many women present scream in their hearts.

Jim blinked his eyes, scanned the audience, and then looked at Moran, with a smile on his lips, "Remember, you can only smile at me like this."

"Of course." The blond man assured without hesitation.

"Let's go, the little angel is still at home waiting for the Christmas cake."

Moran paid the bill and took the black-haired man's hand and left the cafe. He tilted his head and said, "An Qi doesn't like sweets."

"I said he will like it if he likes it." Jim smiled viciously. This crime consultant didn't take his own son to play with at all when he was bored.

"He will hate you." Moran said helplessly.

"He's already hated it, and it's not bad. I'll just let me have fun." Jim Moriarty said with a smile. His behavior always made Moran feel helpless. He asked seriously while driving: "Are you going to stop?"

"Well, yes, it's boring. People who fall in love are fools. I don't want to play with fools." Jim said casually. Everyone thought he was a villain, and only Moran could see through his evil mask. Goodness, he's just a kid who needs to be pampered.

"Merry Christmas, Jim." He leaned over and kissed his lover, who he would love to spoil, be it bad temper or mischief, anything.

"Merry Christmas, London."