My son can't be this cute

Chapter 32

Under the light, the man's light-colored eyes embedded in his pale skin are even more translucent and crystal clear, matched with his black curly hair, this plain tone seems to be an invitation.

If a blonde beauty said this to Watson, he would be a little shy and then cough and tell the other party that he didn't have one-night stands.If the object is a man, Watson will seriously tell the other person that he is not gay, and then kindly show the other person the way, turn right when going out, and he will get what he needs in a few streets at seven turns and eight turns.But if this person is Sherlock Holmes, then even a man who has invaded Afghanistan can only be stunned on the spot, like a squirrel who has only been struck by lightning three times and is still in the same place, with his mouth slightly open and dry whisper.

"Sherlock, this isn't funny."

Lying in bed with Sherlock Holmes, God, stop kidding, just thinking about it makes me think it's a prank.

"Daddy, do I want to avoid it?" Little Teddy blinked and asked, which made the stunned military doctor wake up.

"No, Teddy, stay here, um, don't, you go to bed first, your father and I, um, we need to talk." Watson said dryly, almost biting his own tongue.

"Okay then." Little Teddy nodded obediently, got off Sherlock's lap with his butt pouted, walked to the room, turned back and bent his eyes halfway, "If you want to keep the little things you only know each other If it's a secret, I won't be angry." After speaking, he gave them a kiss in the air and left.

Watson watched the trotting figure disappear, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. The happy pace seemed to be circling in the military doctor's brain, repeating something cheerfully - the fathers were going to sleep together.

"Okay, Sherlock, we have to talk, talk with reason, no joke, talk seriously." Watson sat down on the sofa and looked at his cohabitant seriously, and said word by word, Only God knows how much effort he has used to hold back and not yell at his cohabitant. Can the relationship between the two of them be more ambiguous?

"John, you look like the end of the world is coming, and the reason is just that I said let's go to sleep." Sherlock repeated the words that made Watson crazy in the tone of today's good weather. Very bad.

"Shut up," Watson said angrily, his blue eyes wide open and his lips drawn tight. "Sherlock, I'm a soldier, so don't joke now."

"Why do you think I'm joking?" Sherlock crossed his legs and propped his cheek with his right hand. He looked like I was very interested, although I understood, but I didn't understand, please explain quickly.

"Because you're Sherlock Holmes, you said you were married to work when we signed the contract, and you looked absolutely fabulous in your case, I don't think you'd need a bed...well...a Companion, um, male." Watson blurted out, and almost said the word bed partner, which was a bit embarrassing, and reason told him that it was impossible, although he was not inferior, but the other party was Sherlock, who made the whole world Think of it as a high-functioning sociopath who thinks with a small brain and has as little IQ as a goldfish.

"John, I'm very happy to get your compliment." Sherlock blinked, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.

"Thank you, you're welcome." Watson said dryly, and then waved his hand again, "Sherlock, that's not the point. The point is that we can't sleep together."

"Why not?" Sherlock asked.

"God!" Watson jjj in frustration, he was sure he was using English, he was sure he had explained it clearly, why didn't his cohabitant understand?Don't tell him Sherlock Holmes is in love with John Watson, that's the worst joke he's heard in decades.

"I'm Sherlock, John." The man put down his right hand, leaned lazily on the sofa and said with a smile.

Watson shaved his hair, leaned against the back of the sofa and stared at the ceiling a little weakly, then he felt something touch his leg, and looked down, it was Sherlock's bare feet.

"Sherlock, take your foot off, and put your socks on."

"Don't pay attention to these small details, John, we have to get back to the point, your ability to digress is getting better and better." Sherlock retracted his long legs and said lazily.

"The topic? What topic?"

"Look, John, your little head can't grasp the most important things at all. I thought that only happened when you made those flawed reasoning." Sherlock teased with slightly curled lips, and the latter rolled over The eyes seem to get used to it.

The man was about to speak, but suddenly felt something was wrong, he stretched out his hand subconsciously but found nothing, he pursed his lips childishly, stood up and went to the fireplace to take Mr. Skull down, and put it on the armchair of the sofa to stroke It helps him think.

"Obviously, Teddy Holmes inherited our family's stubbornness."

"Yes, as long as you know." Watson was amused by Sherlock's relaxed opening remarks.

"At the same time, the most terrible thing is that he also inherited a secret skill from the Watson family." Sherlock said slowly, successfully arousing the military doctor's interest.

"What is it?"

"A face as harmless as a teddy bear, an expression as harmless as a teddy bear."

"...Is this a compliment?" Watson asked dryly, and his cohabitant thought for a while and nodded reluctantly.

"Thank you."

"Now we continue, he wants us to sleep together, and you have seen what will happen if you refuse him, tears, sad eyes, and sobbing, John, this is a nightmare, it is torture." Sherlock faced Deadpan analysis of what would happen if they did.

"...I think you're right."

"So, we slept together and granted his wish," Sherlock said calmly.

"You mean sleep, um, just sleep?" Watson asked with wide-eyed eyes.

"Oh, of course, otherwise what do you think it is, John, don't tell me you think I mean we're having sex together on the same bed." Sherlock pursed his lips, his eyes fell on the other's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows viciously. A smile "You don't really think so, do you?"

"Oh God, you're disgusting, Sherlock." Watson heaved a sigh of relief, but stared at him angrily, gritted his teeth and said, "You're kidding me."

"Don't be so excited, John, you're not my type." Sherlock touched Mr. Skull's head and laughed dimples appeared.

"Thank God." Watson rolled his eyes and muttered. He sat on the sofa and decided to tell the other party honestly.

"Sherlock, I'm sorry, even if it's simply sleeping, I can't help it."

"John, I don't snore. According to the video I recorded, I sleep well. You don't have to worry about what I will do to you."

Watson waved his hand and said, "No, that's not what I meant." He paused and asked curiously, "But did you really record the video?"

"For observation, John, all the truth in this world is obtained through observation." Sherlock tapped his skull and replied, his voice was low, without the disdainful tone he used to explain to others, although it was not pleasing , but not annoying either.

"Okay." Watson pressed his eyebrows and muttered.

"So John, why don't you accept this perfect proposal?" Sherlock asked, looking up at him.

Watson pursed his lips, pondered for a while before speaking, "Sherlock, you know that I am a veteran, I have experienced war..."

"And then you limped a leg, psychologically," Sherlock interjected, interrupting Watson, who gave him a glare.

"You can't just listen quietly for a while."

"Oh, well, although my answer is no, I can make an exception for you."

"Thank you very much." Looking at the face that didn't know what modesty was, the mild-mannered military doctor could only comfort himself in his heart not to care about children, then rolled his eyes and said that sentence.

Hua took a moment to think about it, and spoke again, this time explaining smoothly without being disturbed.

"I have been through the war, and that has had some impact on me. As you said, after the war, I was injured in the shoulder but limped in the leg, like a wounded police dog. I couldn't continue to stick to my post. I could only Choose to retire, that's a pity, I'm back to a peaceful life, but obviously I haven't come out of that shadow, they appear in my dreams, I will struggle, I will shout, all kinds of messy things, so we are not suitable to sleep in Together."

"Are you worried that you'll hurt me?" Sherlock asked, licking his lips.

Watson really wanted to remind the other party not to use such embarrassing words, but he still nodded, "Yes, I can't control it."

"Interesting." Sherlock opened his lips slightly and spit out this sentence gently. Watson looked at the other party in surprise. Everyone had a sympathetic and compassionate attitude towards his misfortune, but Sherlock actually said it was interesting.

"You think my reaction is strange?" The man looked at him, his light-colored eyes turned dark green, a very charming color under the light, which rarely appeared on weekdays.

Watson shrugged. "Usually that would not be their reaction."

"You want me to be like them?" Sherlock asked rhetorically.

"No, that's good." Watson thought for a while and returned. Although he didn't dislike other people's kind eyes, he was more satisfied with Sherlock's attitude in his heart, because he was a soldier, and the last thing a soldier needed was Charity, even though he limped his leg and ended his military career in some embarrassment.

The man withdrew his gaze in satisfaction, clasped his hands together under his chin, lightly touched his lower lip with his slender fingers, opened and closed his eyelashes slightly, and uttered a sentence slowly, almost gracefully.

"John, let's go to sleep."