Boyfriend Development Program

Chapter 37 Unexpected Kiss

redlion bar.

Loud and extravagant is unsurprisingly the main theme.The loud heavy metal music constantly bombarded the eardrums, the colorful changes of the neon lights dazzled the eyes, and even men and women danced their waists and buttocks crazily, laughing wantonly.The coquettishly dressed prostitutes wore revealing clothes, happily shuttling among the guests, picking out the man they liked.The smell of alcohol and cigarettes is everywhere, and the ambiguous and turbid air is burning with desire, which makes the whole bar filled with a hallucination of drunkenness and dreams.

John sat on the edge of the bar, his mouth and eyes were filled with breath like this, he couldn't help but frowned, but didn't say anything.When he was in Afghanistan, he was known as "John·Three Continents·Watson". It is not that he has not been exposed to such a scene. No, it should be said that he is quite familiar with this kind of scene and even handles it with ease.But the fact is that he is very unhappy now, and the source of his unhappiness is the two people beside him who are talking happily: sherlock and jabsp;harkness.

Yes, we had a great time talking. ——He never knew that these four words would one day be attached to his good roommate.

Dim, seductive, and colorful lights fell on the faces of the two facing each other, softening Sherlock's pale face and stiff lines, high cheekbones—if he read correctly—a subtle but sincere expression Smiles...Looking at Colonel Jack's smiling face again, no matter how you look at it, the scene of the two looking at each other and smiling is a bit dazzling.

It's not right...he shouldn't be like this...

John forced himself to look away, concentrating on the wine glass in front of him.Picking up the whiskey with ice cubes and shaking it, as if trying to get rid of something, he threw it down. The empty glass landed on the bar with a "bang", calmly raised his head and said to the bartender, "One more glass."

"Okay, wait a minute."

After a while, the wine glass was filled again, and the little man picked it up again, and was about to drink it down in one gulp, when his wrist was suddenly grasped, preventing him from almost getting drunk.Getting drunk...John suddenly realized this, and he was terrified. He quickly suppressed all the emotions on his face, and mobilized his facial muscles to maintain his composure. ——His opponent is a unique consulting detective in the world. If he is a little careless, his secret emotions, all his thoughts, and his efforts to maintain... all lose.

"John, don't forget our purpose."

His eyes stayed on the fingers clasping his wrist for a while. They were white and slender, with a slightly cool touch and a little callus, which completely matched the hand in his memory.Looking upwards, arms, shoulders, neck, jaw, lips, nose, cheekbones... Finally, John's eyes fell on the pair of eyes, the gray-green pupils were rendered by neon lights at this moment, shining with a strange luster of dark blue, and tight The tight lines clearly reveal a message: his good roommate is very dissatisfied with his "buying drunk" behavior, and even a little sullen.

The little man unconsciously licked his lower lip, gave a short smile, and muttered, "Of course, of course, for God's sake, I know that."

Sherlock glanced at the little man, and muttered something in a low voice with a strange expression——the voice was too low for John to hear clearly.Curly hair (oh, maybe it should be called straight hair now? The power of hairspray is endless, or it can be said that John's craftsmanship is very good, which can be glimpsed from Jack's exaggerated clicks when he first met him) The man looked sideways Xiang Jack, ready to continue the previous topic, "Today..." In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped for no reason, looked back at John, who had his head down and didn't know what he was thinking, as if he was worried, and then turned back to continue, "Are there any new prostitutes who meet the requirements?"

"maryjanekelly." Jack glanced at Sherlock, propped his elbows on the bar, and the wine glass in his hand clearly reflected the undisguised smile on his mouth, "25 years old, just arrived a few days ago, happened to be on duty today "He pouted angrily toward a corner of the bar, and a young woman wearing a miniskirt and black j□j stockings, with red lips so red as to burn people's eyes, appeared in front of Sherlock and John, " right there."

Sherlock snorted softly, put his slender hand on the wine glass - as a disguise, staring intently at the woman's actions.

Jack talked to Sherlock one after another, regardless of whether the latter answered him or not.Of course, Sherlock will occasionally say "um", or condescend to answer a few words, adding a few perfect strokes to this interaction.

John turned his face slightly to the side, and looked at the distance between him and the two on the bar. Although it was only a few tens of centimeters away, it seemed as if they were separated by a natural moat.

...as if he didn't exist.

The little man lowered his brows and rubbed his fingers against the rim of the glass with a calm expression until he touched his thigh with his hands.

A pair of hands painted with extremely gorgeous Kodan.The ten fingers are slightly thick, but there is no doubt that it is a woman's hand, and a low and hoarse voice is trying to make a sexy and ambiguous tone: "Hi, handsome guy, alone?" Looking up, a man wearing a crop top and cheap leather The woman in the short skirt swayed over with her slightly plump buttocks twisted, her white flesh looked extraordinarily dizzying under the flickering neon lights, and the ultra-short skirt that barely covered her buttocks was even more casual. Watching the twisting of her figure, she swayed back and forth, "Why are you drinking alone? How boring~"

The bright red fingernails moved back and forth on the little man's thigh, moving slowly but with unquestionable provocation, his eyes fluttered frequently, and frivolous words swept over him wave after wave. John looked at her With a glance, his brows were tightly frowned (I liked this kind of "manly charm" scene the most when I was in Afghanistan, but now I don't know why...), unexpectedly, I didn't force to wave the woman's hand on his lap, and my voice was low and deep. Indifferent: "I won't be with you—"

"He already has a companion!"

A sharp, angry growl suddenly burst into the air, cutting through the ambiguity, causing John's words to stop abruptly. John gave Sherlock a slightly surprised look, clearly sensing the storm brewing in the other's eyes, "Get your hands off his legs!"

John looked at his good roommate, and then at Jack, who was resting on the bar with his arms crossed and his elbows on the bar with great interest, tilted his head, and blinked his eyes in confusion: ... Jesus, what the hell is Sherlock mad at?

The woman looked around, and finally fixed her gaze on the man who was quietly looking down at her with an expression of haughty disdain—and anger—and then looked at John’s forbearing look and Jack’s meaningful smile, like It was an instant epiphany, and the flowers trembled while laughing, with a frivolous expression: "Companion? Where is it? Are you referring to yourself?"

"yes." Sherlock put his hands on John's shoulders, circling them slightly, unconsciously exerting force, and the little man's body involuntarily tilted slightly in his direction——Looking at John from afar The whole person was held in Sherlock's arms, in an absolutely restrained posture, "It's me. Miss, you can leave now, he doesn't need you."

—he has company.

——Yes, that's me.

—Miss, he doesn't need you.

……

The little man found sadly that just a few short words, like an overturned five-flavored bottle, made his heart flustered.The hand on his shoulder was like a burning fire, penetrating from the texture to the bone marrow, and trembling deeply.

How can I control myself not to think in that direction...

How can I maintain my calmness that is getting thinner and thinner...

How can I not be easily fascinated by that person...

how……

Licking his lower lip, his shoulders flinched imperceptibly, John wriggled his lips a few times, and finally closed his mouth tightly, lowered his eyelids, and said nothing.He didn't notice that a more intense trace of sullenness flashed in Sherlock's eyes, and his hand suddenly squeezed John's shoulder tightly, as if to declare something.

John's silent "resistance" angered Sherlock.

--obviously.