After I met you, I began to wish that I could be smarter, but you said that I didn't need it. This is just right. "You're seducing me," the detective, who was sitting on the sofa with his long legs crossed, accused her arrogantly. Annie was dumbfounded. This was basically a case of the villain complaining first. "I'm not," she retorted seriously. Shylock was unmoved. "You're looking at me like that. That's seducing me."Anne didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Mr. Holmes, as long as you sit there, even your existence is seducing me." Shylock glanced at her, seemingly confused. "Then why aren't you coming over?" Anne: "…" After a long time, Anne had already moved into Baker Street. One day, when she opened the door, she saw a tall and thin man sitting on the sofa. His fingers were placed on his lips, as if he was kissing her fingertips. Anne smiled and asked casually, "What are you doing?" The pair of light green eyes looked over, and his tone was indifferent. "Can't you tell? I'm waiting for you. "Anne:" … "
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