[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

ldyut, aierki.

I'll hold you tight in my arms and kiss you a million times, as hot as on the equator.

221b Baker Street.

Gloria didn't wake up at her usual biological clock time. In fact, she was awakened in a deep sleep by the sound of the mobile phone singing frantically next to her pillow. She closed her eyes and groped, but her hand was held.

She woke up in an instant, and with the soreness all over her body as if she had been run over, she saw clearly the person next to her pillow. Mr. Holmes was looking at her with his head half-raised, and the BlackBerry in his hand still kept making noise.

Sherlock was a little hesitant, even shy, "...are you okay?"

Gloria: Shy?You are ashamed now!Who is it? Last night there were so many tricks!

Gloria tried to turn around and turn to him, trying to ignore the soreness from her waist. This kind of thing insisted that the pain was too exaggerated, not to mention that last night was almost a good night, but she didn't want Mr. Holmes to play for a while. "There may be some problems with your study direction, sir."

"But you were very enthusiastic last night and kept praising me for being great." He answered honestly. If you ignore the red pinnae, this gentleman looks like a battle-hardened swinger.

"...It's not important, k?" the elf girl pointed to the blackberry in the man's hand, "——should you answer the call first?"

Sherlock pressed the answer button expressionlessly, and the reserved and charming voice of the British government came through the receiver, "Sherlock, congratulations on losing your virgin status. Mom probably doesn't have to worry about you being alone because of frigidity."

"It was never me who frightened her, Mycroft." The consulting detective paused, as his little girlfriend dragged her weary body up on top of him, and just lay there obediently, rubbing her cheek against his chest. rubbed.

Mycroft's playful voice came, "It seems Gloria is doing something."

"As a fat middle-aged man, the time you have to worry about these things is better spent on losing weight," Sherlock said with his curly curly hair showing no patience for another Sherlock Holmes, "or be busy with the British intelligence agency Or CIA work time, to monopolize the British government."

"Sherlock, I'm not waging war on you," the British government informed sincerely. "Mum wants to meet Gloria—the girl who made her young son fall in love."

The consulting detective replied before hanging up, "Send me the time and location."

When the two Mr. Holmes were discussing meeting their parents, Gloria was already sleeping soundly on her boyfriend.

Sherlock tightened his arms around her, the girl's beautiful blond hair spread over him, as beautiful as a fairy tale, Gloria whispered in her sleep, "Don't leave me...sir..."

"Never," he said.

When Gloria woke up again, London outside the window was still foggy and dim.

And Sherlock was still obediently acting as her mattress. The elf girl wanted to prop up her upper body to look at his face, but found that her back hurt too much, and the consulting detective's long and slender hands had already reached up to massage her.

"Sir, I feel like I've been run over by a tank." She wrinkled her nose coquettishly.

The corners of Sherlock's mouth twitched slightly, which obviously cannot be called the facial features of a handsome man in the standard aesthetics, but because of his unique temperament, he became the most beautiful scenery. God, he is so charming.

Mr. Detective began to care about her stomach that had not eaten for a long time, "There is only milk in the refrigerator, maybe you can sleep a little longer, I will go to the supermarket to buy some ingredients."

Sherlock still remembers the information he queried, which clearly mentioned that it cannot be on the second day of the first night. When the girl woke up, she found that there was no one next to her pillow, so he waited until Gloria woke up before going out to buy food alone. Mr. Holmes was willing to go supermarket?Love is really great.

It's a pity that the girl in his arms shook her head and refused, "I don't want to be separated from you for a minute."

In the end, I had to decide to go to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast, no, it should be lunch, and she slept a little long.

Gloria stood in front of the washstand mirror, checking the small purple marks on her body. Not only her neck and collarbone, but the tattoo on her chest was the most severely bitten by him, and there were even some on her legs. Her beautiful short body The skirt doesn't cover it at all.

The result of a night of indulgence is that she covered her neck with three layers of concealer to barely cover the marks. God, she looked as fragile as if she had been ravaged by someone, but Mr. Holmes was still refreshed, remembering that the other party was good at boxing and martial arts. With extraordinary physical strength, she only hoped that she would not go further and further down the road of shaking.

Gloria walked out of the bathroom in the detective's white shirt and showed him her red wrist, "Look, how it fits your black tie."

"It was you who hinted several times that you were interested in this kind of direction." The detective rubbed her wrist.

Gloria: "...I thought you liked it?"

"It's not bad." Sherlock's great white shark smile is really depressing.

Gloria shook off his hand and went back to her room, and Mr. Holmes followed naturally.

She dug out the skirt from the closet, and knew without trying it on that the length couldn't hide the hickey marks on her legs. Sadly, there were no pants in her closet as usual.

Oh irresponsible magazine editor, why is she always preaching that she should always wear dresses, what should she do now?

Sherlock was satisfied with his bad deeds, he had long been dissatisfied with those short skirts showing long legs, and then he saw Gloria dig out a long wrap dress from the closet.

If he had been satisfied with the length, the detective's face would have turned black when the elf girl fastened her belt.

The dv deep v wrap dress outlines the wonderful female curves, the chest and arms are perfectly fitted, the waist is surprisingly slim, and it does not look restrained but self-cultivating to show off the charming buttocks. This is definitely for women. The sexy you want: chic, functional, and alluring.

Allrigt, Gloria has always practiced what is the perfect blonde stunner.

"Let's go, sir." Mr. Holmes' little girlfriend smiled sweetly at him, like a can of sugar water that can soften a man's bones.

Baker Street Master Restaurant

The aroma of freshly baked carrot cake lingers throughout the restaurant, mixed with the sweet aroma of shredded coconut and paired with slightly sour cheese, it makes people feel appetizing.

Still a handsome French waiter, his attitude towards Sherlock is polite and thoughtful, but Gloria is even more attentive, "Today, the chef made the most delicious Ceylon tea, and the chocolate fruit muffins are also very good, i."

"Oh, thank you, no need, I want a glass of oat milk, my stomach is as stiff as a piece of metal." Gloria already wanted to put away the menu, but Mr. Holmes stared at her.

Well, she forgot that Mr. Holmes was always worrying about her relapse of anorexia. In fact, she even cured herself of frigidity, and such minor problems as anorexia were naturally out of the question.

Sherlock put his gaze on her slender wrist, "Do you know that you are always on the thin side?"

"But I'm pretty." She maintained her perfect, impeccable supermodel figure, otherwise she wouldn't be able to be glamorous all the time with her pretty face.

Sherlock's green eyes, as vast and colorful as a starry sky, scanned her for a week, "...beauty is only one aspect, your physical strength is weak and vulnerable."

"—what are you implying?"

French waiter: I seem to have heard something I shouldn't know, so I won't be silenced by this genius detective...

"Add the same veal steak as this gentleman and a red velvet cake." Gloria handed the menu back to the waiter, and the handsome Parisian left with a polite smile.

Gloria saw the familiar Barbett agent, she greeted the part-time MI[-] agent, leaned closer to Sherlock and whispered, "It seems that the salary of this restaurant is very considerable, or the share paid by Mr. Daifuku Richer."

Hearing her mention of Mycroft, Sherlock naturally remembered his mother's invitation. He hesitated whether to tell Gloria in advance. After all, she was just a little girl who just celebrated her birthday yesterday. Would it be possible to meet her parents? It made her feel that everything was going too fast.

"Leah, Saturday—"

"Your meal, Mr. Holmes." Louis placed two veal steaks in front of the two tables respectively, and then handed the milk to Gloria, with deep blue eyes expressing affectionately, "I hope the warm milk can Makes you comfortable."

After thanking Gloria, she began to concentrate on fighting the veal steak on the plate. She cut it beautifully and quickly, and then used her fair fingers to switch the cut steak to Mr. Holmes' side.

The men in the restaurant watched Gloria silently: What a perfect blonde stunner, why did she find such an indifferent boyfriend!

She didn't know how many times she did this kind of behavior in a month. Sherlock looked at her lowering her head and cutting the steak, and didn't know what to say for a moment. Mr. Holmes stopped talking?This is perhaps the eighth wonder of the world.

"I like to do things for you." The little girlfriend smiled sweetly.

Sherlock: ...Sure enough, the mode of talking about love is always on. As long as she is willing, this girl can coax anyone into a dream.

But at this time, the French waiter approached uncomfortably, and he handed a beautiful card to Leah, "i, the man by the window asked me to give it to you."

A love poem by Shelley written in beautiful cursive script, oh, English youth.

Gloria turned her head and saw a very handsome brown-haired man, his eyes stayed on her for a long time.

Mr. Holmes smiled, "Louis, tell that man named William that having four girlfriends at the same time might get him into trouble."

Gloria: ...It seems that she will not want to cheat behind his back in the future, she will probably be targeted instantly.

However, the flirtatious man gave her a little inspiration. Gloria smiled at the waiter, "Can you lend me a pen?"

Louis: Miss Rockefeller is going to abandon Mr. Holmes in public?God!Let's hope there isn't an explosion on Baker Street!

The consulting detective frowned. "Gloria—"

The blonde girl wrote smoothly on the back of the card, "Don't worry, sir, I won't be interested in anyone easily, you are my eternal new love."

Gloria returned the pen to the waiter, but the card was pushed in front of Sherlock.

She wrote:

"—I apologize to time for my omissions every second, every second, and I apologize to old love for treating new love as first love."

Sherlock: ... Leah, what if your new love is your first love?