[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

As if a fire was ignited in the car, the season suddenly turned back from autumn to summer.Sherlock only felt as if he was being roasted on the fire, and the temperature of his body soared to the point of scalding.The assault on the lips and tongue was tough and passionate, which made people palpitate.The bitten and licked lips tingled slightly, but it made people's blood boil even more.

The man turned his head slightly, taking deep breaths to calm his body.He opened his mouth, and his hoarse and disfigured voice could no longer maintain the calmness before: "What's wrong with you?"

The kiss was avoided, and the little fox took advantage of the situation to stick his lips to the side of his face.Peck and kiss again and again, slowly down.The tip of the tongue wrapped around his earlobe and sucked it into his mouth, sucking like a baby biting a pacifier.Slowly stretching his fingers into the man's jacket, he flexibly unbuttoned his shirt and poked inside.

"Hmm!" Sherlock snorted, his skin was so sensitive that he had never had such intimate contact with people, and he couldn't stop shaking when he was touched a little.

The little fox laughed softly, fumbled somewhere with Sherlock's hand that got into his clothes, and pinched it playfully.

"Hiss!" Sherlock gasped, and the complex sensation of pain and numbness intertwined and stimulated his brain.

The man grabbed the girl's troubled hand and pulled it out of his clothes, put his other hand around her waist and rolled over, pressing her under him.

"Did you take the wrong medicine?" Sherlock absolutely didn't have the consciousness of satirizing the little fox. He really thought that she might have taken the wrong medicine to cause such a reaction.If she really had a drug reaction, he would never do anything to her while she was in danger.

"No." The little fox gasped and hugged Sherlock, with one leg curled up and stuck between his legs ambiguously: "I...I'm sick."

"You! Don't move!" Sherlock gritted his teeth and pressed the little fox's restless leg.

"Uh huh QAQ~ Sherlock, I feel bad!" The controlled little fox struggled unbearably: "Give it to me, please, I want you! Um~ Sherlock...Sherlock... "The sweet and soft voice yelled again and again, the girl raised her blushing face and looked at him with misty eyes.

"Shut up!" The upset Sherlock who was called couldn't help but raised his hand to cover the little fox's mouth: "Don't call me by my name again!"

"Hmm~" The little fox lowered her eyes slightly, opened her pink lips, and licked the man's palm with the tip of her tongue.

Sherlock withdrew his hand abruptly, feeling a little headache for this woman who couldn't settle down: "Tell me, what's going on with you?"

"I'm sick." The upper body was released, and the little fox immediately raised her arms around Sherlock's neck: "Only you can cure me, Sherlock." She raised her head and kissed his lips: "Only you. ..”

The girl's light and shallow kiss was not as passionate as before. The lingering whispers mixed with hot air sprayed out, but it was more alluring than the passionate kiss just now.

Several light kisses made Sherlock bite the little fox's lips very dissatisfied. He bent down and pressed her on the seat, and the fierce return kiss instantly seized the initiative.

"Hmm~" The oxygen was exhausted, and after the passionate kiss was over, the lips of the two were still sticking to each other reluctantly.

"Sherlock..." The two kissed lightly.

"Huh?" The deep and hoarse voice was more than a hundred times sexier than usual.

"Why don't you come in and try?" The girl blinked her moist eyes, like an evil little devil tempting a man to fall:

"Fill me with your..." she whispered in his ear.

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In the early morning, the sky is the color of fish maw.The sleeping Britain gradually woke up, and sporadic vehicles began to appear on the empty roads.

In the black car, the man sat in the driver's seat wearing only a shirt and trousers.The sleeves of his shirt were half rolled up, revealing a strong forearm.The clothes that were one size smaller were a little tight, vaguely wrapping his chest muscles out of shape.He bent one arm to rest on the edge of the window, and with the other hand held the steering wheel to steer the direction of the car.

"Well...no more..." The girl's murmured voice sounded in the quiet car.

He probably went too far, Sherlock looked up at the rearview mirror, the girl inside was wrapped in his coat and was not sleeping very peacefully.Occasionally, the sleep talk that comes out is rejecting him or something... But can this be his fault?Sherlock withdrew his gaze and lowered his eyes, maybe this woman always teased him.

Slender fingers pinched and pulled the collar, Sherlock felt a little hot.

The car passed through a small town with relatively concentrated residents, and the more people went to the suburbs, the less crowded it was.Sherlock looked at the sign that appeared on the side of the road ahead, and skillfully turned the steering wheel with his hands to leave the flat road.

"Huh?" The little fox who was awakened by the jolt opened his eyes in a daze.She squirmed on the seat with her arms and legs bound, and slowly opened the window to look out: "Where is this?"

"My house." The car stopped firmly in front of a red house.

"Your house?" The little fox hadn't turned the corner yet.

Sherlock quickly opened the door and got out of the car, and the door of the red house opened from the inside at the same time.

"Sherlock!" exclaimed the beautiful elderly woman, "Oh baby! You really gave me a wonderful morning!"

The tough handsome face softened completely, and Sherlock strode forward to give the woman a hug, allowing her to stroke her head and pat her back.

"I thought it was Mycroft who came back." Then the old man came out of the house, wearing a light home coat full of energy: "I didn't expect it to be you, you finally thought of coming to see us."

The little fox who was still in the car felt that something was wrong more and more. Sherlock just said that this was his home, and then an old couple appeared at his home... It couldn't be what she thought!

The little fox pulled the doorknob in a panic to escape, but no matter how hard she pulled it, she couldn't open it.

sky!Sherlock locked the car door!

Just when the little fox was fidgeting, there was a click, and the car door opened...

"Get out of the car." A deep male voice with no hidden meaning came from outside the car.

"..." The little fox quickly shrank back.

Seeing the little fox dodging backwards, Sherlock raised his eyebrows, bent down and leaned his upper body into the car: "They are waiting for you outside."

"Sherlock." The little fox smiled dryly: "This is not very good."

Sherlock chuckled lightly, and the subwoofer played in her ears: "You dare to seduce me on the road, and you're afraid of seeing my parents?"

"But..." The little fox wanted to say something more, but was interrupted directly by Sherlock.

"Either you come down by yourself, or I will carry you down." Sherlock democratically offered two choices to the little fox.

"I'll do it myself!" It's really indecent to be hugged out of the car in front of the elders.

Mother Holmes was a little surprised when she first heard that her lonely young son had brought other people back. This kid has been a relatively lonely person since he was a child, and he didn't have many friends at all.Since that incident, he has had even fewer friends.

The son has a social circle again, and the parents are of course very happy.They approached the car hand in hand, and they felt strange when they saw their son unlock the rear door with the remote control.

"What's going on?" Father Holmes asked his wife in a low voice as he watched his son get into the car and didn't know what he was doing.

"I'm afraid the person in the car is not as simple as a friend." Mother Holmes replied with a smile.His son would not make such a move to ask someone to get out of the car, unless the person in the car was special to him.

Soon, Sherlock exited the car after communicating.He raised his hand to block the car door to prevent the stupid woman from knocking her head, and with the other hand, he pulled her out of the car.

The petite girl was beautiful and cute, her long, smooth hair was blown by the wind and fluttered in the air.She has the reserved and graceful style unique to oriental girls, and she stands beside him with a small body in a man's large coat, with a shy expression on her face.

"Fox White." Sherlock briefly introduced: "Now live with me."

oh!live together!The old Sherlock Holmes and his wife looked at each other in surprise, and began to set off fireworks happily in their hearts.They thought that their two sons with negative EQ were doomed to die alone!

Don't say such misleading words!The little fox reached behind Sherlock and poked his waist.

"Don't make trouble." Sherlock said softly, raising his hand to hold the little fox's troubled hand.

Little Fox:......

The four exchanged pleasantries outside the door, and Sherlock took the little fox back to his room with the excuse that he was too tired from driving all night.

"That's the bathroom." Sherlock pointed to the frosted glass door.

"Thank you!" The little fox nodded, took out a change of clothes from the bag, and went into the bathroom to wash.

The clothes on her body were sticky and uncomfortable, and she didn't dare to use demonic power, for fear that Sherlock, who was observing carefully, would see something was wrong, so she could only endure it along the way.Especially after meeting Holmes and his wife, it was a bit embarrassing for her to stand in front of them in such a state that she had messed up with their son.Although they probably thought they were cold, so they wore Sherlock's clothes, they didn't see anything wrong...

"Where do I live?" The two of them took a shower and changed into new clothes alternately. The little fox asked the person sitting on the sofa reading a book while wiping his hair with a towel.

"This." Sherlock replied lightly.

"This is not very good." The little fox frowned.

"Then go and sleep on the chair outside." Sherlock's expression remained unchanged, as if he was seriously advising the little fox.

"Is there no guest room..." The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched.

"No." Sherlock replied.

"How about I sleep in McCoff's room?" the little fox suggested.

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at the little fox: "His room is locked, and no one can get in."

"Okay..." So she didn't have a choice at all, did she?Then live in this house, who is afraid of whom!Anyway, what should have happened to the two of them and what shouldn't have happened has happened. At this point, there is nothing to worry about, the little fox thought desperately.

The two rested in the room all morning, and they were called up by Holmes' mother when they were eating at noon.

Sherlock's parents are very approachable. Mr. Holmes is a gentleman and humorous, and Mrs. Holmes is gentle and enthusiastic. The little fox who was greeted by various greetings began to doubt whether Sherlock and Mycroft were their own.

"My dear, don't doubt, they are all my children." Mother Holmes obviously saw what the little fox was thinking, she smiled and glanced at Sherlock who was silent.

"I'm sorry." The little fox scratched his head in embarrassment at his sinister guess.

"It's okay, many people have doubted it." Holmes' mother didn't mind at all, and even teased herself: "After all, I am so gentle and cute, and I really don't feel like a family with such a difficult son."

Difficult to deal with, the little fox almost laughed out loud with a puff.

"Ms. Holmes, it's been a long time since I've seen you, and you've become more narcissistic." Sherlock said in a nonchalant way while cutting the steak.

"You boy!" Mother Holmes smiled and glared at Sherlock.

"By the way, why didn't you call Mycroft when you came back? He hasn't come to see us for a long time." Mother Holmes asked.

"I was avoiding him, so I didn't call." Sherlock replied with an unchanged expression.

"Hiding him?" Father Holmes looked at Sherlock suspiciously, "What's the matter with you two?" Although his two sons were always at odds with each other, he knew that they were just in love with each other.

"He's trying to steal my...things."

squeak!The knife scraped loudly against the plate.

"I'm sorry, my hands shook a bit." The little fox smiled awkwardly.