After a good night's sleep,
Anne did not dream at all.
She opened her eyes, but her consciousness was still a little groggy. The curtains in the bedroom were tightly shut, and the light was dim,
Making it impossible to tell the time.
Her throat was dry and itchy. Anne propped herself up with her arms and wanted to drink water. But just as she moved slightly,
The soreness and heaviness of her body pulled her back to the bed.
Anne was finally awake. But she was even more confused …
She …
She lowered her gaze,
Anne saw an arm across her waist — a naked arm … Her body froze instantly,
She did not dare to move anymore.
Shylock was lying on his side beside her, the thin white quilt slipping down to his waist,
The scenery that was always tightly wrapped in his shirt in the past,
Was now openly exposed in front of her.
The memories of last night came back bit by bit. Anne's face was burning red, and she was extremely glad that she was the only one awake now.
Anne closed her eyes,
But after a moment, she could not help but open them again, and her gaze turned to the left again.
The person she was extremely familiar with was close at hand,
His eyes were closed,
His long eyelashes drooped down quietly,
His fair and beautiful cheeks had the look of a sleeping child.
Her gaze could not help but slide down freely,
He really had muscles. The lines of the muscles on his arms and chest were very obvious, but not exaggerated,
It was just right, smooth and beautiful. His skin was also very fair,
Without any flaws.
She could not go any lower … Anne pulled up the quilt with her heart beating unsteadily,
Both of them were wrapped tightly in the cloth. Then, she looked at the two of them covered under the same quilt, and slowly, a smile appeared on her face.
Anne looked at him for a long time without blinking. He looked so well-behaved when he was sleeping. His curly hair rested on his forehead, and his lips were gently pursed. He was so likable that her heart softened.
Finally, she could not help but gently lean over. The two of them were even closer, and his warm breath blew on her face unhurriedly.
The dim yellow light from the bedside illuminated his handsome eyebrows and eyes. Anne reached out to brush away the soft curly hair on his forehead, wanting to look at him more carefully.
After a long while, Anne stepped forward slightly and kissed the tip of his handsome nose.
It was a light kiss, like the first breeze of early spring after the cold winter had passed. Anne had her eyes closed, so she didn't see the long eyelashes of the person who was supposed to be sleeping soundly beside her flutter. The hand on her waist also tightened slightly.
After Anne kissed him, she wanted to retreat quietly. She liked the silence and the closeness of the two of them. Anne didn't want to wake him up and wanted to watch quietly for a while more.
"Where would you like to go?" A voice suddenly came from beside her. The hand on her waist tightened slightly, and Anne was pulled closer into his embrace.
In the silence of the room, the hoarseness in his voice, which had just woken up, was particularly clear.
Annie's ears immediately blushed when she heard his voice. Not to mention, under the thin blanket, the two of them were leaning against each other.
The air immediately became thin and hot, as if there was a big net woven out of ambiguity, shrouding them in an airtight manner. Anne's breathing became irregular.
Under the thin white sheets, Shylock's fingers slowly moved down, found her wrist, and gently held it. Her thin pulse was beating violently and strongly under his fingertips.
"No morning kiss?" Mr. Holmes asked in a low voice. They were so close that Anne's nose was filled with his familiar scent, but it was hotter than usual. Anne felt that her brain was a little dizzy.
But … his eyes were so beautiful. Every time Anne looked at them, she felt that there were thousands of stars in his eyes. But now, in his deep eyes, the thousands of stars had all faded away, and there was only a tiny little her in them.
They were so close that Anne didn't need to move much to plant a kiss on his lips.
"Good morning, Mr. Holmes."
Anne looked at him with a gentle smile.
Morning kiss. This was really a name that made people feel warm.
They lay face to face. Shylock didn't speak for a long time, but his bright eyes stared at her without moving. Then, on that cold and arrogant face, a warm smile slowly bloomed.
"Good morning, Miss Anne De Boer."
Under the thin blanket, Anne felt his hand move slightly, grabbed her hand, and intertwined their fingers.
"This is really great, Anne." Shylock sighed softly. He looked as if he had just discovered an amazing truth. "It's a hundred times better than I imagined!"
Anne really didn't know what to say. Should she ask him when he had imagined such a thing? Mr. Holmes, your abstinent image is about to collapse, okay?
Her body sank. The person who had been lying beside her just now had already grabbed her waist and turned her over, pressing her under the blanket. The smile on Shylock's face became deeper, and the corners of his lips curled into a charming arc.
"I think we can do better this morning …" He was talking close to her lips, and the tip of his nose gently brushed against the tip of her nose.
Anne felt a sense of threat somewhere in his body. Her mind went blank, and she suppressed her hot breath …
…
Anne could always see the warmth behind Shylock's coldness and arrogance, but this was the first time she completely felt the passion from Mr. Holmes.
That day, they stayed in Shylock's bedroom until noon …
Of course, in view of Anne's "not too ideal" physical condition, Mr. Holmes had to restrain himself.
…
After last night, oh, and this morning, Shylock naturally thought that Anne should live with him — not just upstairs and downstairs in the same apartment, but in the same room and the same bed.
Anne looked at his clear and deep eyes. Although her earlobes were hot, she still smiled and nodded. "Okay." Her voice was soft and quiet.
He wanted to be with her for a longer time and closer. So did she.
.
The dead branches were filled with new greenery. Inadvertently, the breeze that brushed past had brought fresh warmth.
Shylock said that day that he only wanted Anne to remember one thing.
But things like memories were not up to people to choose. Unless Anne could build her own memory palace in her mind like Shylock, then cut out those useless memories and threw them into the recycle bin.
She would have nightmares at night. When she woke up in a cold sweat, she would find Shylock's curly hair brushing her eyebrows. He grabbed her wrist. When he saw her open her eyes, he kissed her gently and heavily. His hot lips moved inch by inch on her skin until she couldn't remember the frightening scene in her dream at all.
Holmes's treatment was very effective. Anne's nightmares quickly disappeared. She hugged him to sleep every night, and the person she saw in her dreams was also him. He stood in the living room on the second floor and played the violin for her. The fire in the fireplace danced silently. It was snowing heavily outside the window. The snowflakes magically passed through the window and landed on him … It was the most beautiful scenery she had ever seen in the world.
On the day that the news of Moriarty causing trouble in the Tower of London came, Shylock and Watson had just helped Scotland Yard solve a bizarre serial suicide case. Anne was also resting and didn't have to go to work. Everyone gathered in the living room, which was rare for them to be free.
Anne stood at the window and looked out. The sky was a brand new blue that looked like it had just been painted by a child's brush. Occasionally, there were two white clouds as embellishments. The sparse sunlight shone down without hindrance. It was bright and warm.
Mrs. Hudson came up with biscuits. Anne turned to make tea.
It seemed that when the bad news came, Anne was still making tea. Fortunately, her hand wasn't scalded by the boiling water this time. She only paused for a moment, then poured the tea as if nothing had happened. Although everyone was destined not to be able to sit down quietly and finish this cup of tea, they were still able to enjoy it.
Anne followed Shylock and Watson to the Tower of London. Ever since Moriarty and the "Female Ripper" broke into their Baker Street apartment that day, Shylock really did make sure that Anne stayed by his side 24 hours a day.
In the surveillance video on the computer, Anne saw Moriarty's one-man show that was as relaxed as a game. Then, everyone saw the line of words he left on the glass.
There were only images in the video, no sound. Watson and Inspector Lestrade looked up at Anne at the same time after reading the words on the glass. Only Shylock was still looking at the surveillance video with a calm face.
On the transparent glass cabinet that displayed the Queen's crown and scepter, two English words were clearly written:
Hello
Anny。
The person who left the message even drew a playful smiley face at the end.
...
A month later, Moriarty would be tried in the Central Criminal Court. This meant that Anne would replace Shylock as the most important witness in this case.
From the kidnapping at Chadsworth Manor to the torture and murder of the "Female Ripper" in Apartment 221B … Anne had to clearly explain Moriarty's crimes in court.
On the day of the trial, Dr. Watson also wore a well-ironed suit and a tie solemnly.
Shylock was still wearing his usual black suit with a shirt of the same color inside. The suit jacket was already very fitting, but after buttoning it up, his slim waistline was even more obvious.
Anne glanced at his open collar and said with a smile, "This is my second favorite shirt."
Shylock pulled her closer and raised his handsome eyebrows slightly, "I know."
Then he leaned over and kissed her on the lips. A wicked smile appeared in his eyes and he whispered, "When I come back, I can wear your first favorite shirt for you to see."
Anne reached out and wrapped her arms around his waist and began to ask, "Can I wear it every day?"
Shylock looked down at her. Anne felt that she might be hallucinating, because at this moment, Shylock's gaze became infinitely soft — softer than she had ever seen it before. The depths of his eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of grayish-green velvet.
It was infinitely soft because there was infinite sadness hidden in it.
Then he said to her, "Of course, Anne, you can have whatever you want."
Then, can we not separate …
...
Today, probably all the news media in England were reporting on this "trial of the century." Apartment 221B was also crowded with a large number of reporters.
Shylock and the other two walked down the stairs and stood at the dim entrance. Shylock looked down at Anne, "Are you ready?"
Anne took a deep breath and nodded slowly, "Yes."
At this moment, Anne suddenly realized that she was standing in his original position and saying what he would have said. Therefore, she seemed to have his rationality and calmness in an instant.
In the narrow entrance, the light was dim, but Anne could still see her small reflection in the depths of his eyes.
The person standing in front of her had the smartest brain and the warmest heart. She loved everything about him.
Anne raised her chin slightly and smiled. Shylock knew that she was really ready.
She had an optimistic and tenacious heart. Moriarty wanted to destroy it, but he could also sharpen it.
Dr. Watson opened the door, and in an instant, the reporters who were waiting outside the door swarmed in. The noise was like a rolling heat wave, and the sound of cameras snapping was incessant. The flashes were dazzling in this somewhat gloomy weather.
Shylock's expression was cold and calm. He stretched out an arm to protect Anne in his arms until the two of them got into the police car parked at the door.
The police car drove into the old city of London with its sirens blaring all the way and sent them to the door of an old and solemn building.
The Central Criminal Court was the oldest court in London. At the top of the white building stood the statue of the Goddess of Justice, Justitia. The Goddess of Justice, who represented justice and order, held a sword in her right hand and a scale in her left hand. She stood at the top of the tall tower, majestic and solemn.
Anne believed that the law was fair, but it was ultimately in the hands of humans. As long as one was human, they would have their own weaknesses. Therefore, the law sometimes couldn't punish all criminals in time.
Anne and Shylock got out of the police car together. She looked up slightly and saw silver-gray clouds flowing above her head. The sun seemed to have been gently wiped out, leaving only a vast blue sky. It was so clear, like the inverted sea, like the melancholy eyes of a lover standing by the sea.
Like … Shylock's eyes.
She looked around and saw that the trees by the roadside had turned green. It was early spring, and everything was recovering. However, Moriarty was right about something. Some things could never be changed.
It was really helpless and melancholy.
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