My son can't be this cute

After Watson left, Sherlock got into the bedroom, wrapped in a sheet and browsed the webpage. Of course, although his face was solemn, there was no major event in London. He was just dealing with some personal matters, and for this aspect , Sherlock's knowledge reserves are always somewhat lacking.

After taking a nap for a while, Sherlock received a text message from Watson, and he came out with his bed sheet on. When he opened his notebook, he saw the gentle face of the military doctor.

"Sherlock, can you see?"

"If you mean the tomato juice that didn't wipe off the corner of your mouth, yes, John, I saw it, and I know you just ate a beef burger." Sherlock said coolly, and the military doctor stared at him as soon as he finished speaking. Looking at him, he wiped the ketchup from the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"Is it delicious?" He asked a little closer, his light-colored eyes narrowed slightly, but the expression was not really asking about the taste of the beef burger at all, it was more like staring at Watson than asking about the food lips.

"It's not bad." Watson said dryly, because his thumb was rubbing a little hard, and his lips were a little red. He coughed, stepped aside a little and said, "Well, can you see it?"

Sherlock sat up straight, clasped his hands next to his chin, and said flatly: "Okay, now take me to the river."

"Well, okay." Watson picked up the notebook cleanly and walked towards the river. The height was just right for Sherlock to see his collarbone, which was not as prominent as his own. His skin was a healthy color, and his clothes were washed clean. Collar, neat and healthy.

"Sherlock..." Watson originally wanted to ask if this position is okay, but when he lowered his head, he saw the cat-like squinted eyes of the cohabitant, who seemed to be staring at his collarbone. The notebook was raised high, and it turned into him looking up at each other, but soon annoyed that the two of them were at eye level.

"Sherlock, can you stop looking at me like this all the time." The military doctor said frustratedly, honestly he felt really embarrassed, because he might be fucking affectionate again, but Sherlock is getting cold Suddenly doing this again for a few days, fuck, what a jerk he is!The military doctor, who couldn't bear it anymore, burst out a curse in his heart.

Sherlock blinked, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, "John, I'm serious."

"Stop playing, Sherlock," Watson muttered.

"I think we're a good fit, you're the only one I can take without being too stupid, and on top of that, not even Mycroft can stand me, only you, John, you can."

Those eyes, most of the time are faint, only excited when there is a case, but now, they look bright, Watson felt as if he was fascinated, but reason stopped him , He restrained all the words and expressions that were flustered or prepared to prevaricate, but said seriously: "Sherlock, in my opinion, marriage is not that simple."

"No, John, I'm not proposing, I'm just telling you honestly what I think, which is that I think we're a couple."

Watson choked for a moment, he couldn't understand why this man was such an asshole even confessing his confession, but it was undeniable that Sherlock was an attractive asshole.

"Even so, at the very least, in my opinion, if two people want to be a couple, they must at least like each other."

"Of course, John, we can skip this step directly, you can kill for me." Sherlock said with a smile.

"...Okay then." Watson licked his lips. At this time, the case of the death of the donkey friend had been forgotten by him. "Do you love me?" Without hesitation, he asked the most direct question concisely. Watson felt that his heart was a little out of control now. Take it to Barts Hospital and have Molly check it out.

"I don't know, John." Sherlock said honestly, without hesitation, with sincerity in his eyes, there is no one in the world whose confession is worse than Sherlock Holmes', and Watson knew, He could do the best he could if he wanted to, but that wasn't true.

"Although I'm a little disappointed," Watson curled up his lips, his brows and eyes softened, "I'm very happy. I'm more happy than disappointed." This person can deceive the whole world but is unwilling to deceive him. He can see the truest Sherlock, it's not everyone's luck.

"So what do you mean?" Sherlock asked with those sparkling eyes.

"Well, I have to think about it. Don't you think the two of us have been tied together for too long?" Watson shrugged his shoulders. Well, he never disliked this wayward detective, this guy attracted him from the first meeting.

"I think we can tie it up a little longer," Sherlock said with a smile.

"It couldn't be worse." Watson shrugged, and both of them laughed.

The policeman who was abandoned aside poked Watson's arm and coughed, "Dr. Watson, I think you are here to solve the case and find clues."

"Sorry." Watson said awkwardly, and at the same time blocked the screen a little, because the wayward detective was only wrapped in a sheet at the moment, and Watson, who had just been promoted to Sherlock's boyfriend, had to protect his boyfriend's * be seen by others.

When Watson turned his head and was about to say something more, the screen was already black, and he squinted his eyes. The battery must be dead. He flicked and pressed the button, but there was no response, but there was a rumbling sound from the sky. The sound is of a helicopter.

"God." Watson sighed, and the man in black who got off the helicopter politely "invited" Watson in. When he arrived at the destination, Buckingham Palace, the military doctor's jaw had already been dislocated. .

Seeing the dull military doctor, Sherlock felt that he needed to remind him that he was more important than the magnificent Buckingham Palace.

"John." He shouted, and managed to get the military doctor's attention to focus on himself, naked with only a bed sheet on.

"God! Sherlock, I thought you only had exhibitionism at home!" Watson groaned, walked over and sat aside, without any eyes, just glanced up and down like a parent who cares about his child not wearing socks Fan asked hesitantly, "Are you wearing underwear?"

"No." Sherlock responded bluntly. He was greeted by the strange sight of the military doctor. He sat down, looked at him again, swallowed and said dryly: "At least underwear, remember, Sherlock, please take it off." At least one pair of panties for the first time, God, I can't believe we just had a video and you've been without panties, it's so…" Too much the medic didn't say, but Sherlock added for him.

"Yellow storm?"

"Oh, yes, thanks for the reminder." Watson said stiffly with his gaze back. He took a deep breath and hoped that he would not act like a chick who had never seen a man*.

"This place, um, yes, I want to say that I now have an urge to steal an ashtray."

"The idea of ​​a primary school student." Sherlock laughed, and then said. "But so do I."

The two laughed, and Watson pouted and asked, "What are we doing here?"

"Maybe meeting the Queen." Sherlock shrugged his shoulders. Even though he was only wrapped in a sheet, he could act as comfortable as if he was walking a red carpet in a dress. I didn't know whether to say it was cheeky or confident, Watson Thinking with a smile.

"Oh, yes, the queen is here." Sherlock said teasingly as he looked outside the door. "A queen with a receding hairline who recently gained two pounds from sweets and inactivity."

Mycroft raised his eyebrows and looked at the two men who were smiling happily. He wasn't angry, because it wasn't worth it. Sherlock never said anything nice, so he didn't care at this level. The important thing is that he is in a good mood now. Greg made him breakfast. Although it was just a simple sandwich and orange juice, a happy man doesn't need to eat any French food to be in a good mood.

"You two finally made it?"

Watson blushed in embarrassment, his eyes flicked from side to side without looking at each other, while Sherlock rolled his eyes, as if Mycroft had asked a stupid question.

"It's really different, John, I thought you should struggle with it for at least two more days." Mycroft said with a sigh, the behavior of these two people really did not follow the rules, and even the honest doctor was dismissed by Xia. Locke is broken.

"I think it's better to have a quick fight. Well, it's not good to be entangled." Watson rubbed his nose and said seriously.

Mycroft smirked, and held the things in his hands in front of Sherlock, "Then, my dear Charlie, get dressed and don't be so unseemly."

"Decent?" Sherlock sneered, and what Watson translated into normal language was "I never cared about that thing".

"My dear Xiali, if you dare to continue sitting in front of me like this, I think I have to take some tough measures, such as taking off John's clothes, I don't think you will mind?"

"Ha, why my clothes?" Watson widened his eyes.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Because only you can hold him down, and Sherlock doesn't care about going out naked, and it would only embarrass me."

"You're such a devil." Sherlock muttered, reluctantly took the clothes and walked to the changing room. If Watson wasn't here, he might have changed here directly. Really, very likely.

"I'm your brother, my dear Charlie," Mycroft said sweetly, his eyes curled up as if he were really as harmless as a teddy bear.

"Shut up." Sherlock reluctantly left after leaving this sentence.

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