[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

scampering shed love be easy as flindi flats.

Flipping around in your underwear is a great way to shed your old skin, but is a free-spirited relationship as easy as taking off your fendi shoes?

Saturday morning, 221b Baker Street, London

Gloria lay on the bed and looked out the window. She was used to the foggy London mornings.

But maybe I haven't gotten used to the British man who always breaks into the door suddenly.

Goldilocks rubbed her forehead, feeling really bad about a hangover.

"Sir?" Gloria asked. She didn't know if it was an illusion. She felt that Mr. Holmes seemed to be in a bad mood at this time.

In the dimly lit room, a ray of light entered through the curtains and hit her body, highlighting the girl's exquisite and seductive body curves even more.

Sherlock frowned, she was wearing a white pajamas, the kind of clear eyelash lace that could be ignored, and the shoulder straps slipped down her arms, almost unable to hide the soft secret that belonged to girls alone.

Sherlock walked to the bed with long legs, "It seems that you enjoyed yesterday's dance."

It only took Gloria two weeks to win the praise of the Westminster students. Just like at Sidwell Friendship Middle School, the prom party is always the favorite of these rich kids, and Gloria naturally won't miss it.

But she did go too far yesterday for some small reason. Could it be that Mr. Holmes was angry because of the ball?

Only God knows, she didn't want to leave Mr. Holmes' side, even for a second.

Gloria tugged at the hem of his nightgown and shook it, "When I was at the ball, I could only think of you."

"Really?" Sherlock remained expressionless.

An alarm sounded in Gloria's mind, "...what do you know?"

"Oh, nothing," said the detective with a falsely sincere smile, "except that you and that young aristocrat smoked the same cigarette in full view of the limousine, drank like crazy, and kissed each other intimately after the ball. thing."

Gloria tried to explain, "It's not a goodbye kiss, it's just a kiss."

"Oh, then you guys are really polite." Sherlock said every word with gnashing of teeth.

"Do you trust me, sir?" Gloria asked, looking at him.

Before Sherlock could answer, the girl had already been dragged by the arm and lay on the bed, and she even turned over and knelt on him.

Yes, you read that right, the thin blonde girl easily crushed Sherlock Holmes, who is good at fighting and boxing.

The only reason for her success is probably that Mr. Detective obediently let her do whatever she wants.

Gloria's blond hair fell on his collarbone along the movement, with a faint sultry touch. Her gray-blue eyes were sincere, "Do you trust me, sir."

Facing the face of this masterpiece of God and the sincere love in her eyes that would make people willing to die, probably no one was willing to say no, Sherlock sighed, "You know someone was taking pictures at that time."

Sherlock had intercepted some sneaky photos of Gloria this morning, before they were sent to the press.

The elf girl kissed him between the eyebrows with admiration and fascination, "to dissuade some people." Such as her mother and candidates for political marriage.

Sherlock grasped his restless hand on his chest, "The tattoo is also related to this matter? You didn't have a hobby of tattooing before, and it was obviously because of something that influenced your decision." The girl's past experience made her dislike any additions. The external force on her body, not to mention the tattoo needles that would bring back bad memories for her.

"My mother is going to arrange a fiancé for me," Gloria's kiss gradually moved down, "I just want to prove that I belong to you, not some hypocritical politician."

Sherlock pinched her waist to pull some distance away, "So you deliberately did those outrageous behaviors last night to hope that the other party would stop thinking about it."

"Don't talk about smoking a cigarette together or kissing goodbye. I'm still four years away from the legal public drinking age," Gloria sat on his waist, "That political successor is crazy He would find a fiancée like me, and have a relationship with a rich girl who smokes, drinks, and has a messy private life. He probably has trouble even running for mayor."

"A descendant of the politician's family?" Mr. Detective pinched her waist to prevent her from moving around, "It also has some connection with the Walker family—geep.bush"

See, Mr. Holmes is so extraordinary, how can she think of anyone else.

Sherlock's expression was condensed, "You should have let me know when it happened." Instead of sacrificing your reputation and becoming a mean girl in his mouth, just to stay by his side.

Sherlock Holmes is a private eye with the last thing in need of a public image.

But he could not accept the slightest misunderstanding and slander for Gloria.

"I don't want to be a girlfriend who always makes you feel heavy," Gloria pressed a kiss on his lips, her voice aggrieved, "If it wasn't for me, would you find another girlfriend?"

Sherlock: "..."

Why do you feel that the topic is going in such a weird direction?

Of course, the consulting detectives of the British Empire did not know that a creature like a girlfriend has the ability to quickly shift all topics to jealousy, not to mention this tortured goblin in him.

Gloria's soft lips kissed Sherlock's neck, and even bit her Adam's apple lightly, "——will there be anyone else? Sir."

The light pajamas on her body were messy because of the messy movements, Sherlock grabbed the girl covered by the thin quilt, turned over and pressed her to his body and mind, his gorgeous and deep voice was a little hoarse, "There is no one else."

The blonde girl smiled sweetly and hooked his neck to kiss him, "—let's do something bad~"

Sherlock held her down to prevent her from kissing endlessly, "...don't make trouble!"

"I'm already 17 years old," Gloria complained, "There is no legal problem."

Mr. Detective wrapped the quilt covering the blonde girl more carefully. He sat up and leaned against the brown leather head of the bed. Gloria spread her legs and knelt on his lap kindly, her big gray-blue eyes were persistent. Looking at Sherlock.

Sherlock raised his hand to cover her eyes, he could feel the touch of the girl's long eyelashes in the palm of his hand, blinking like a butterfly flapping its wings, "I'm 15 years older than you, Leah."

Although Sherlock Holmes's pale and ascetic appearance does not reveal his age at all, the high-functioning anti-social detective begins to care about the age gap in the face of his underage girlfriend.

Of course Gloria didn't know what Sherlock was thinking: "I like old men!"

Sherlock: "..."

The elf girl's fingers touched Sherlock's blindfolded hand, "Sir, I want to kiss you."

Sherlock: "..."

Gloria: "Do you like the method of blindfolding? What about bondage?" She seemed to hesitate for a second, "Although it is a bit harsh, but if you like, we can try it."

Gloria felt like she had turned into a jerk after meeting Mr. Holmes.

Sherlock who imagined the image from her answer: "...Gloria!"

"Ding--"

Mr. Holmes' mobile phone was vibrating frantically from an incoming call.

Gloria lost her temper: "It's so annoying, why do people keep interrupting me to sacrifice my virginity to end my virgin life!"

The British detective who learned that the little girlfriend is a virgin: "...that's unreasonable."

Mr. Detective apparently forgot the fact that he was a British virgin.

Gloria pulled down the palms that covered her eyes, with stubborn love in her eyes, "I only want you."

Well, Goldilocks is just taking the opportunity to confess, the immediate reason for virgin is that her damn anxiety meds make people cold when ingested, and it may be a long-term psychological effect, even after stopping the meds, her previous sexy boyfriend It didn't make her feel impulsive.

— until I met Mr. Holmes.

But does she need to explain this?Confession is the most important thing~

The mobile phone was still vibrating crazily, and Gloria was so angry that she almost wanted to throw it out of the window.

Sherlock hugged the blonde girl with red ears to comfort him, and Lia lay in his arms, listening to the detective answer the phone, "Lestrade, I hope you have brought enough important news."

Inspector: ...Did he interrupt something important?

"Sherlock, a woman's body was found at Paddington Railway Station. She was tortured to death." Lestrade stood inside the cordon and looked at the wounds on the body, "Her nose, chin, and cheekbones were all bruised." Broken, the clothes on his body were torn and shredded, but there were no traces of rape."

The consulting detective's voice is neutral, "So?"

"Scotland Yard can't do anything," replied Lestrade feebly. "We need your help."

Of course, Mr. Sherlock Holmes will not miss a murder case. In this world full of crimes, there are always countless idiots who kill and rob.

The detective asked over there, "Are you coming?"

"Of course, Leah and I will go together." Mr. Holmes may think that the process of solving a murder case can be regarded as a date.

Gloria: Although her generalized anxiety disorder has been basically cured, seeing corpses frequently is not too harsh.

Sherlock hung up the phone neatly, and saw his little girlfriend looking at him with some resistance, "According to the original plan, I need to go to Kensington to attend a girl-talk with an aristocratic girl in two hours."

"Oh, that girl Alice Baker who expressed her love for you on social media?" Sherlock smiled harmlessly, "That's why you have to investigate the case with me today."

Gloria: "..."

There really is no privacy in front of Mr. Holmes, she tried to explain, "...we are just friends, I don't like her."

"Really?" The detective was keenly aware that Gloria was saying that she didn't like Baker, not girls. "Why don't you tell me about your relationship with Candice Ellison?"

On the school forum at Sidwell Friendship Middle School in Washington, more than one person mentioned that Gloria had a close relationship with the youngest daughter of the sixth richest man in the world, and some even speculated that Gloria had completely broken up with her previous boyfriend. It was because of a relationship with that 15-year-old Ellison that went beyond friendship.

"Candy is special to me," Gloria replied sincerely, "but not love."

Sherlock stared at her with deep, alluring green eyes, "You like girls too."

"Why turn down a possible opportunity before you start?" Gloria thinks that beautiful boys and girls are always pleasing to the eye, but only appreciation.

She wrapped her arms around Sherlock's neck and pressed a kiss on his lips, "There are so many charming boys and girls all over the world - but I only want you."

The detective's mood is very complicated, and he seems to have many more rivals in love.

Gloria left him, turned her back to him without hesitation, and took off the lace pajamas. The light white pajamas slipped from her body and slipped to her feet. She put on a white deep V jumpsuit, turned around and looked cutely. To the detective, with a sweet smile, "I followed your advice and wore pants."

Sherlock said in a low voice, "But you're not wearing underwear."

"Yeap, but the other silk dress can only be worn with thongs, why don't you choose one for me?" Gloria said sincerely.

Sherlock Holmes: He really, really hates fashion.