[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Yes, the vowissimple. Finding someone worthy of such a promise is the hard part.

Yes, the oath is simple, and it is difficult to find the person who is worthy of the oath, but if we can find it, then we will live happily ever after.

"Meow~"

Pudding nestled obediently in her arms, her two furry paws were clasped together, and her big wet eyes looked at her pitifully. Gloria felt that this look seemed very familiar. Was she looking at Mr. Holmes like this just now?

In the living room of 221B Baker Street, the black European-style vine wallpaper is classical and exquisite, and the plexiglass on the portrait of the skull donated by the British artist John Pinkerton is shining coldly, while Sherlock stares blankly at the sitting black Cobb Siye sat on the sofa and meowed inseparably, "If you don't put it down within 30 seconds, this stupid cat will be kicked out of the door, together with those pet supplies."

Mr. Holmes will never admit that he even brought up those complicated pet supplies 10 minutes ago. This blonde girl looks like a medieval witch in a pitiful and innocent look!

"Mr. Holmes—"

"Ten seconds to go."

Filled with guilt, Gloria put Pudding Meow back into the soft fabric nest on the brick-red cantilever chair. After all, Holmes agreed to keep it as a gesture of kindness, "Are we going to the restaurant downstairs? "

Sherlock nodded reservedly, and glanced over her lap, "It's only 63 degrees Fahrenheit (about [-] degrees Celsius) in London today." And she was wearing a light nude pink silk dress.

Gloria blinked, "But changing clothes takes too much time, I thought you wanted to eat lunch as soon as possible." Otherwise, she wouldn't have urged her to put down the cat.

He sat down suddenly, and then curled up and lay down on the sofa. Under the halo of the exquisite three-dimensional white moonlight, Sherlock was wearing a black suit and arched his back to Gloria beautifully and attractively. His black natural curly hair was like a tsundere black cat. Gloria turned her head to look at Pudding. The cat was showing its round belly and begged to be stroked, which made her more agree with her opinion.

"I suddenly want to take a break for 5 minutes." Sherlock's face was facing the old brown leather sofa, and his voice came over with a muffled voice, "Now go and change clothes."

Mr. Holmes really doesn't understand women, 5 minutes is not even enough for her to pick out the shoes to match her clothes, "Can you take a break for 10 minutes?"

"Timer," Sherlock reminded, "17 seconds have passed."

Gloria could only walk back to the bedroom on stiletto shoes, and when she was about to close the door, she did not forget to suggest to her cohabitant, "Sir, you are too harsh on time, it is really stressful."

Of course, Sherlock didn't answer her. Since the sound insulation of the apartment at 221B Baker Street was not good, his keen ears could already hear the sound of the girl throwing her high heels on the ground, and Sherlock could fully deduce her behavior at the moment through the rustling sound. , she seems to like to throw the clothes she was going to change on the bed, and then open the closet with only underwear on like a queen visiting. Of course, this deductive reasoning can only show that Mr. Holmes is too innocent. You have to know that some dresses cannot wear underwear, such as silk A fitted dress in material, like Gloria's earlier one.

The innocent Mr. Holmes turned around when he heard the voice, and his expression was almost terrible:

"—Are you sure you didn't miss one piece?"

Compared with the light little dress skirt, the Burberry windbreaker is indeed much warmer, if you ignore the sexy and provocative white legs under the short windbreaker.

She wore a light-colored denim shirt under the windbreaker, and a pair of hot pants of the same color that were too short.

Gloria didn't answer him, but started the daily love chat.

"Sir, I can't wait to have lunch with you," Gloria looked at him with a sweet and innocent smile, and every time she smiled like this, there was an inexplicably seductive Lolita breath, "I just want to enjoy every Lunch with you."

Sherlock: "... speak human language."

"You always reject me," Gloria lowered her head in disappointment, and then she still smiled at him sweetly when she looked up again, her gray-blue eyes sparkled with tiny gleams, "We're not going downstairs That restaurant?"

Sherlock didn't want to admit the strange guilt in his heart, but it seemed to be real, he turned his head away from the girl, and locked his eyes on the map of the British Isles, "—you will be entering Westminster in two days, The daily lunch requirement is not realistic."

Gloria felt that Mr. Holmes deliberately raised his chin to avoid looking at her, so arrogant and charming, "Then dinner is ready~" Miss Rockefeller looked really generous and friendly.

Baker Street Master Restaurant

Sherlock chose a simple English meal as usual, and the handsome French waiter Louis looked at Gloria, "Gin, Miss?"

"A cup of Ceylon tea is just fine." After careful observation today, Gloria found that this Parisian young man was really handsome. She had no choice but to focus on Mr. Holmes yesterday.

Sherlock frowned, "You haven't eaten since seven o'clock last night."

"I'm going to watch a London Fashion Week show in the afternoon, and a big lunch will make me look like I've gained five pounds when I'm on camera." Gloria had received an invitation letter a month ago, Burberry's show Front Row was a reminder to Manhattan that she was still the glamorous Gloria Rockefeller, even when her family exiled her to London.

Sherlock had a dissatisfied feeling of being inexplicably abandoned, "You are my roommate and assistant."

"But my invitation is for a solo invitation, sir." Gloria blinked innocently.

Sherlock: "...I'm not interested in boring demonstrations," he emphasized, "I mean you should stay with me, in Baker Street."

"Are you expressing your love indirectly, sir?" Gloria began to feel that being in the same room with Mr. Holmes was much more interesting than sitting in a show with a smile on her face.

"you--"

"Your meal, Mr. Holmes." Louis put the English-style simple meal on Sherlock's side, and then handed the black tea to Gloria, with deep blue eyes, "The wonderful aroma of Ceylon black tea is delicious." It is far from worthy of your beauty."

Gloria couldn't help smiling, "You make me miss Paris, Louis." After all, the French can turn all the hypocrisy into romantic words that make the heart soft, and they will never repeat the girl's nickname, sweetheart The little beauties, the little stars and the little pearls can really make the girls drunk.

Sherlock watched the Parisians leave before asking, "You like the French?"

"There is no woman who doesn't like compliments, dear." Gloria replied sincerely. Of course, there are Italian men on the shore of the magnificent blue Mediterranean. If you ask him if there are stars in my eyes, they will usually answer directly , no, my beautiful little angel, you have the whole Milky Way in your eyes, just thinking about it makes people feel elated.

"Although they are usually not sincere," Sherlock took a sip of tea, "for example, the French man you met at ten o'clock, he is dressed in gorgeous and trendy styles, he is good at talking when chatting with his female partner, and his behavior is very polite and pleasing I like it, although he deliberately took off his wedding ring to mislead the other party to be single, but he is indeed a Frenchman who is good at complimenting others."

Gloria: ...Mr. Holmes is as brutal as ever, she thought as she watched the brown-haired woman slap the Frenchman and leave.

"I don't think this gentleman can represent all French men. First of all, he is a low-quality man who happens to have French nationality. France also has beautiful and sincere things, such as..." Gloria can't say that French sweet girls are romantic and enthusiastic , "For example—the little prince?"

Gentleman Sherlock ate gracefully, "The little boy on your right is reading the original book The Little Prince."

"This is a beautiful picture." Gloria liked this children's literature work very much when she was young. She stared at Sherlock and whispered:

"Situai mes une fle ur quiset rouved ans une é toile, c'est doux, lanuit, de regarder le ciel. Toutes les é toiles son t fleuries."

If you fall in love with a flower on a certain planet, then looking up at the starry sky at night is sweet and gentle, and you will feel that the stars all over the sky are like blooming flowers.

Sherlock smiled reservedly, "My grandmother is the sister of the French artist Gilnet."

Gloria: "..."

"—so you've come full circle just to tell me you're of French blood?" Lied a lot of love by the way?

"You said you like French men." Although he always felt that the nonsense French were stupid, Sherlock turned his head and looked out the window arrogantly and said, he raised his beautiful chin like a proud big cat.

Gloria suppressed a smile and took a sip of tea, "What I like now is an English man of French descent."

"Really?" The charming voice was gorgeous and deep, like the most elegant music.

Gloria suddenly looked at him seriously, "Sir, if you have other nationalities, let me know as soon as possible, and I have to organize this information into my perfect ideal lover standard."

"By the way, I'm also going to add black natural curly hair."

"Also intelligent and brilliant, good at basic deduction and footwork tracking."

"It's best to have clear eyes, pale skin, and a gorgeous and bewitching voice. Oh, it's best to have a longer face."

"Of course, his name must be Sherlock Holmes."