[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

I'm proud of my heart. It's been played, burned, and broken, but it still works.

I am proud of my heart.It has been played with, it has been anxious, it has been broken, but it is still alive and beating.

"Sir, shouldn't you say something?" Gloria blinked. After your sincere confession, the other party fell silent. What does this mean?

—she was rejected? !

Sherlock looked calm, and stared at her for a while without blinking. Those green eyes were always as aggressive as gamma rays when observing people. Gloria almost forgot that she was kneeling on him position, subconsciously rubbed back.

Mr. Detective frowned, "We should go to Sussex now."

A bizarre case happened in Sussex County not far from London, and the reporter was Reginald Musgrave, Sherlock's college classmate, whose ancestors left in the sixteenth century. London, settled in the relatively mild and humid west of Sussex.

And last night, this long-lost classmate called him for help.

"Us?" Gloria frowned. "I don't remember having this schedule."

Sherlock's expression was arrogant and ready to be beaten, "You know now."

He raised his wrist, and his tone was as fast as usual, as if his brain was a high-speed machine that never needs to rest, "The vehicle responsible for the reception will appear on Baker Street at nine o'clock in London time according to the original plan, you You have 5 minutes to pack your belongings and we will spend the night there."

"Without us, sir." Gloria, who thought her confession was rejected, suddenly didn't want to let Mr. Holmes go well. "Tomorrow is my last day of vacation, and I will stay in London to spend it."

Speaking of which, she had stepped off someone's lap with her long legs, and then picked up the cat who had just eaten and nestled it in the Corbusier sofa with a strong contrast between black leather and silver metal, which was once Mr. Holmes's. Exclusive seats.

Gloria stroked the cat's soft belly, Pudding Meow squinted her eyes comfortably, and made a pleasant gurgling sound in her throat, and Gloria didn't even look up at Mr. Detective in order to show that she was having a temper tantrum .

Sherlock seems gifted at the ability to bend, "I'll think about it."

What are you thinking about?Does she stay in London?still--

Gloria felt that the air might be stagnant for a few seconds. She stopped in the posture of stroking Pudding Meow's round belly, which caused the cats to be very dissatisfied. But before re-pacifying Pudding Meow, Gloria could only deal with Mr. Holmes' answer first. "...Consider the fact that I love you?"

"There are still four minutes and 23 seconds." Mr. Holmes has already put on a suit jacket, his thin and handsome figure is matched with the pale and indifferent face, and the abstinence makes people want to scream.

But Gloria, who didn't get a reply, still nestled on the sofa, Sherlock urged, "Gloria—"

"Call me Leah." The blonde girl acted like a baby, and no one could put on a cute little expression better than her.

Mr. Detective won't admit that he prefers the title, "Leah, you only have three minutes and forty seconds left."

"You are always too strict with time," Gloria stood up unhurriedly, "Sir, with all due respect, you don't know women very well—sleeping out is basically equivalent to moving for us. I at least You need to bring makeup remover, facial cleanser, milk essence and base makeup, by the way," she seduced ambiguously with water stains on the tip of her tongue, "—and pajamas and underwear." For example, the black lace one, it seems that she has to work hard for it Sleeps in the same bed with Mr. Holmes.

Mr. Detective was silent for two seconds, "They are in the handbag on your right."

Gloria: o_o....

She managed to find her voice, touched her pointed ears with slender fingers, "You helped me pack my luggage?"

— and underwear...

"We only have two minutes left, Leah." Sherlock frowned at his cohabitant's bare arms and collarbone, and threw the light gray plaid suit on the back of the sofa chair to her shoulders, "Put it on .”

Gloria obediently followed suit. Unlike what she expected, the gray suit fit unexpectedly. She had better not ask whether the detective bought this brand new coat for her. The arrogant Mr. Holmes would probably explode in anger. hair.

The girl's blond hair was very beautiful on the gray plaid suit, but Sherlock still had an expression of looking stupid, "If your brain is not an ornament, you should know that this is not Southern California, and those flimsy skirts will only make you sick." Caught a bad cold."

"I have blond hair, sir, you shouldn't have too high demands on my brain," Gloria didn't care about the detective's sarcasm at all, "By the way, why didn't you remind me that the time was accurate to the second? It doesn't seem to be your habit."

Probably because they were discussing - underwear?Speaking of underwear, Connie, an unscrupulous woman, seemed to throw in a few sexy lace underwear and pajamas she brought when she was helping her with her luggage, and she even called it a wonderful life for Gloria in London Gloria can still remember Connie's teasing expression: "Hurry up and find a London man to offer your virginity, no one in America can believe that you are a virgin."

So Mr. Holmes is probably shy?

Mr. Holmes smiled slightly, "Because with your IQ, precise time doesn't make any sense."

Gloria didn't bother to refute him, it's normal for a man who has never been in love for 32 years to be a bit arrogant~

The beautiful blond girl hung the black bag on her shoulders and smiled at her cohabitant, "I leave the bag to you, sir, you are an elegant English gentleman."

So when the MI[-] agent acting as the driver arrived at Baker Street on time, he saw the consulting detective who gave Sherlock Holmes a headache, carrying a brown leather duffel bag, and on his other arm was a beautiful blonde.

Gloria looked at the driver in the rearview mirror, "It looks familiar—"

"Alan Barber, an agent of MI[-] Secret Intelligence Human Resources Division," Sherlock said calmly, without any sense of irony, "probably because his job is too easy, he usually works part-time as a waiter on Baker Street."

Gloria deliberately put her arms around him and approached, "The one downstairs from our apartment?"

The corner of Mr. Detective's mouth twitched slightly, so he would not admit that he was pleased by the girl's "we". "If your eyes weren't completely on that Parisian, you should be able to recognize Ellen by now."

"Sir, how many times do I have to say that when you appear, my attention cannot be distracted by others. Even if I am with you at the equator and the poles, I would only chase you from far away." Glo Liya's gray-blue eyes were full of affection, as if filled with the most sincere love.

The British agent Alan Barber in the driver's seat suspected that he heard something he shouldn't have heard. In order to prevent being assassinated by consulting detectives afterwards, he silently opened the partition between the front and rear seats. Sex is finally guaranteed.

Sherlock: "...please speak humanly."

When will the problem of talking about love when there is a disagreement be changed?

The blond girl smiled like a sneaky cat and rushed to kiss him, "I love you, sir."

Sherlock could only hold her in his arms to prevent her from kissing endlessly, he sighed, his green eyes were more magnificent than the deep sea, "It's more like obsession than love."

When her mental state was on the verge of collapse, his name became the savior, which made her persistent and indomitable, but is this love?

Gloria's slender fingers wrapped around his black hair, winding and letting go, "Do you know what love is?"

"Love is an anesthetic, it only has side effects on the brain. Tender love and logical judgment are incompatible. Love is a dangerous disadvantage." Mr. Holmes looked rational and indifferent.

Gloria's fair fingers slid down to his cheeks, she loved the feeling of skin contact with him, "So you've never fallen in love," she leaned forward to kiss him again, presenting her 1th kiss today, "There are 66 billion people in the world, and 750 million live in this city,"

"—but all I want is you."

Her lips are soft and have the fragrance of peaches, "Even if this is an obsession, why not?"

Sherlock looked at her indifferently, "There will be a time when the obsession will be released."

"Love will die sooner or later." The girl buried her in his neck and sighed and looked up at him, "You are too hard to convince, sir."

She frowned aggrievedly and well-behaved, Sherlock turned his head, seemingly unmoved, "I will not let a person's appearance affect my judgment, but emotion will affect reason."

"Really? But what I'm best at is influencing others." She buried herself on his chest, hearing Mr. Detective's rapid heartbeat, and she even led Sherlock's hand to press on her chest, her white and greasy skin Breathtaking, "This heart stopped for 50 minutes, but now it's beating alive for you."

"Whether it's your obsession or love, you should know the consequences of my acceptance of all this," Sherlock didn't think that Gloria would be willing to be exiled to London. Everything about her, and his response is probably something the girl is unwilling to bear.

Outside the window is the night scene of London when the lights are just on. The dim light shines in through the street trees. Under the light, Mr. Holmes has a handsome and elegant silhouette like a Greek god. He holds the girl's wrist and feels her pulse with his fingers——

"I will never allow you to leave again."