Feeling like now..,
Anne couldn't describe it. If she had to use a metaphor..,
It was probably like the moment she opened her eyes for the first time as Anne De Boer twenty years ago. She repeatedly confirmed in her heart,
It still felt like a dream.
Now, this was the feeling.
Shylock was sleeping in the bedroom. He rarely slept for such a long time. Anne guessed,
He must be exhausted. Anne helped him close the curtains,
Not letting a single ray of light in to disturb his sleep.
Although she knew that he was there, Anne couldn't help but push open the door every few minutes and walk into the bedroom to take a look. Then, she lay by the bed and stroked his hair and cheeks. Only when she felt the temperature of his skin,
She was really sure,
Her Shylock was back.
Last night, when Anne and Shylock returned to Baker Street together, Mrs. Hudson was so scared by the resurrected former tenant that she screamed. Fortunately..,
Their landlady had a strong heart,
After the initial surprise, she quickly accepted Shylock's return,
She only used her tears and bitter cries to strongly accuse him of lying and concealing.
Anne comforted the sad landlady while reminding her that she had told them that Shylock was not dead.
But Mrs. Hudson directly ignored it. Moreover..,
Under those circumstances..,
Everyone thought that it was Anne's self-hypnosis in her sadness and despair,
No one really believed her.
Mrs. Hudson easily forgave Shylock, but it was not so easy to win the forgiveness of 221B's other companion.
Anne suggested inviting Watson to Baker Street and then slowly telling him about Shylock's return. However, the proud detective insisted that his doctor would be very surprised to see him, because their exciting chase and blood-boiling crime-solving game in the past was about to start again.
Detective Holmes was so naive that it made people speechless.
There was no doubt that there was no surprise at all. But Anne definitely did not expect that the two adult men would actually fight when they met again after two years — and not just once, but three times!
Anne did not want to remind him that she had said that Shylock was not dead.
She knew that the doctor needed to vent the sadness and anger in his heart, and Shylock had indeed hidden the fact that he had faked his death.
But Doctor Watson was not only angry for himself, but also for Anne.
At that time, Watson was having dinner with Mary at an Italian restaurant on Marylebone Road. Before Anne and Shylock entered the door, they suddenly received a call from Mrs. Hudson.
Mrs. Hudson anxiously told Anne that she had just remembered that Watson had said that he planned to propose to Mary today, but their landlady was so excited to see Shylock to see that she had come back from the dead that she had forgotten about it....
God! Anne sighed silently in her heart. She really should not have condoned Shylock to come here!
When she turned around, Anne saw that the two (former) roommates from Baker Street were already at a table not far away, and they were having a heart-to-heart talk (?) (?).
Anne quickly ran over.
But Anne's appearance instantly stimulated Watson's emotions to a peak. The doctor remembered that he had accidentally seen Anne curled up on the sofa with Shylock's black coat wrapped around her. But before he found out, she had been so calm. She went to school calmly, worked at the restaurant calmly, and ate and chatted with everyone calmly …
Watson stared at Shylock with red eyes and growled, "Two years! Two whole years! Do you know how Anne — "
"John." Anne softly interrupted him and shook her head slowly at the doctor.
There was a moment of silence in front of the round table.
Anne was about to say hello to Mary, who was sitting at the side, to break the silence. Dr. Watson, who had been suppressed to the extreme, suddenly pounced on Shylock, grabbed him by the collar, and pressed him to the ground, choking his neck …
In the elegant restaurant, two men in suits and leather shoes started fighting just like that … They started fighting …
Then, Anne and the other three were politely chased out …
They had no choice but to find another small restaurant to sit down.
When Shylock and Watson started fighting for the first time, the shocked Anne and Mary rushed forward to stop them.
But when the two men, whose combined age was over 60 years old, started fighting for the second time because of a disagreement, Anne and Mary were already able to calmly pick up the teacups on the table to prevent the two childish men from smashing them to the ground. They even took the menu and discussed what to eat.
In the end, Watson still didn't immediately relent and forgive Shylock for lying to him. Anne led the detective, who had been beaten up three times, back to Baker Street.
Late at night, it was quiet and cold. The starlight shone down from above. Shylock's gaze was attracted by the gentle smile on Anne's face.
Anne felt sorry for Mr. Holmes and found it funny. She held his hand and said, "Don't worry, John will definitely forgive you. You know, compared to the little bit of anger in his heart, he's definitely happier to see that you're still alive. "
Shylock looked at her and said calmly, "I know."
He also knew that she was also very happy.
Although Anne was still quiet and gentle as usual, when she looked at him, her light green eyes were clear and bright as if they had been washed by the rain. Every subtle expression on her face and lips seemed to contain a gentle smile.
Shylock suddenly pulled her to a stop.
Anne looked up at him in confusion. Shylock's thin lips curled up slightly, and his handsome face looked even more misty and charming under the dim street lights.
"How far have we progressed with the cliché plot of our reunion?" He asked in a clear and pleasant voice.
Anne was stunned for a moment before she smiled. She reached her hands into his black coat and gently hugged it. "Is that so? … "
“No。” The arrogant Mr. Holmes gave a negative answer and said in a low voice, "It's already at the next step."
He held her face with both hands and leaned over with scorching breaths.
Under the moonlight, the loneliness and pain of countless days and nights in the past naturally faded away. The desires of the human heart became simple and direct.
Under the silent moonlight, a bustling and lonely city, one hugged with all his strength, one kissed with all his strength.
…
The next day was Monday. Anne had a whole day of professional classes, but she really couldn't bear to leave Shylock. Almost without hesitation, she called the professor and asked for leave. Anne hadn't missed a single class for a semester and a half, so the professor happily allowed her leave.
It was almost noon. Anne and Mrs. Hudson prepared lunch together, then went upstairs to call Shylock.
He was still sleeping.
Anne walked to the bedside and looked at him quietly. He looked as clean and innocent as a child when he was asleep.
For the past two years, Anne returned to Baker Street every day and pushed open the bedroom door, hoping to see him lying on their big bed like this.
Anne reached out and touched his cheek gently. It was as smooth and delicate as silk in her memory.
After staring at Shylock's sleeping face for a while, Anne suddenly reached her hand into his pajamas. His skin was scorching hot, but Annie didn't linger. She kept moving upwards, and her fingertips finally touched the long bumps on his chest.
They were scars.
Not only on his chest, but also on his back.
Anne had already touched these scars last night. Even so, her fingertips were still trembling when she touched them.
He had suffered so many injuries when she didn't know.
A hand suddenly grabbed her wrist.
Mr. Holmes, who was supposed to be sleeping soundly, opened his eyes.
Shylock raised his eyebrows and looked down at Anne's movements. His eyes slowly darkened.
After hesitating for a second, Shylock reached out with his other hand and pulled Anne over. She fell on top of him.
"It seems like you like to seduce me when I'm asleep." Mr. Holmes wrapped his arms around her and pronounced her "crime" in a cheerful voice.
Anne thought that it was fortunate that he chose to be a detective and not a judge. Otherwise, any criminal who was brought before him wouldn't have a chance to defend themselves.
Anne, who already had a "criminal record", was smart enough not to waste her breath to refute.
She moved gently on top of him and found a comfortable position. She folded her hands in front of his chest and rested her chin on them. She tilted her head and looked at him.
At such a close distance, Anne could even see his long eyelashes clearly. Every time her breath brushed against his chin and neck, his long and beautiful eyelashes fluttered slightly. It was so cute.
There was also his gently pursed lips, his high nose bridge, and his handsome brows … They were all presented right in front of her eyes. It was so real that it made her dizzy.
Anne looked at him and said softly, "Let me see them, Shylock."
He didn't want her to see the scars. When Anne suddenly touched them last night, she was so excited that she couldn't breathe. She wanted to turn on the lights to see the scars all over his body, but he didn't allow it. He kissed her hard … and used his method to calm her down bit by bit.
But she wanted to see them and needed to see them. These marks had already become a part of his body.
Shylock was silent.
Anne suddenly felt very sad. Her Shylock was so smart. How could he not know that unless he never exposed his body in front of her for the rest of his life, she would see it one day?
After a while, Shylock finally nodded. "Okay." His voice was calm and emotionless.
Anne took a deep breath, lowered her head, and slowly rolled up his dark gray pajamas. Finally, those deep and shallow scars were exposed to her sight bit by bit.
In the past, his skin was as white and flawless as his face. Anne was always surprised and fond of it. But now, the white and almost transparent skin made those intertwined scars look abnormally scary. Some of them were new wounds that had not even formed scabs …
Even though she tried her best to hold it in, Anne's breathing was still a little hurried. Her throat felt as though it was blocked by ice, and her eyes were wet.
Shylock didn't move at all. He looked at her with a heavy gaze and said softly, "It's nothing. It's all in the past. There's no point in being sad now. Unless you think they're ugly. "
Anne didn't say anything. She lowered her head and suddenly kissed one of the scars on his chest gently.
Sherlock's body was as taut as a bow, suddenly tensing up.
Anne felt it, but she didn't stop until she branded a feather-soft kiss on every scar on his body.
She looked at him with her bright and moist light green eyes. The bedroom was so quiet that they could only hear each other's breathing and Anne's low and gentle voice.
"Shylock," she said. "It's really ugly. So, don't hurt yourself again in the future, okay?"
Anne didn't get an answer. The person who was asked the question held her waist forcefully and flipped over. The two of them suddenly switched positions, and Anne was pressed between the soft blankets.
But obviously, Anne's boldness today was beyond Mr. Holmes's expectations.
She didn't close her eyes shyly as usual. Instead, she leaned over and kissed his neck gently. Then, her fingertips touched the small patch of skin that she had just kissed. Shylock felt an unbearable itch.
His slender neck was very good-looking, and his soft black curly hair made his skin look even fairer.
"Do you know that you have a small mole here?" It was a light brown color near his Adam's apple.
Her soft lips kissed it again and she said softly, "I like it."
Shylock's Adam's apple bobbed up and down violently. His deep eyes stared at her without moving, like a cheetah waiting to pounce.
Anne didn't feel anything. Her soft lips moved up and found his lips, kissing him lightly.
"And here. It's sweet, like a delicious red velvet cake." She licked the tip of her tongue. "I like it too."
This was driving him crazy. Mr. Sherlock Holmes Cheetah taught the provocative prey a good lesson.
In the end, Miss Anne De Boer could only suffer the consequences of her own actions …
This directly led to them not being able to eat the lunch prepared by Mrs. Hudson on time.
Understand the pain of a twenty-seven-year-old virgin man who had finally tasted the taste of marrows, but was forced to "fast" for another two years.
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