[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Women are meant to be loved, not to be uod.

Women are made to be loved, not to be understood.

In the exquisite bedroom of Lanai known as the "Garden of the Gods".

The air is filled with the fragrance of island pine wood. The tall floor-to-ceiling windows are tightly closed by British men, and only a faint light shines through the gap. Gloria is wearing a light suspender silk pajamas and is sitting on a gorgeous four-poster bed. , suspecting that the angry man in front of her might rush up and strangle her to death at any time.

"Sir..." The blond girl who was between a girl and a woman didn't notice the shoulder straps of her pajamas slipping off at all, and the thin white straps hung deafly on her arms, exposing the white and greasy ups and downs of her chest.

The sinful and seductive picture in front of me made the detective even more angry. Just look at her seduce him so unrelentingly every day, saying that I can't leave you, but actually thinking about how to use him to gain safety every day. As soon as the time came, she was ready to leave him and come back to inherit her billions of dollars.

Oh, it's just - dreaming!

The black curly-haired man was almost evil when his face was expressionless. His voice was gorgeous and low, as if slipping off the strings of a cello, "Gloria, why don't you talk about what you did in Hawaii this time?"

Gloria sat back on the bed, and the gorgeous and large four-poster bed showed her slenderness even more. Her eyes were puzzled, "It's just to participate in the chemistry competition and spend a birthday party with Connie."

"Really?" Sherlock's star-sea eyes shone with tiny light, he approached the girl, "What did you do two days ago?"

Gloria knelt on the bed and frowned, her expression seemed to reveal a sense of distance, "I think lovers should have their own space, and I always have some personal matters to deal with."

Sherlock suddenly grabbed her wrist and pushed her down, because of the bad experience in the past Gloria's body has never been considered good, let alone compared with Mr. Holmes, who is proficient in fighting skills, the black curly-haired man held her firmly Pressing tightly, Gloria didn't even have room to twist and struggle.

"For example, to visit your grandfather who is on vacation in Oahu? By the way, within two hours, let this Mr. Rockefeller give you more than half of the shares and funds under his name?" Sherlock's face was hanging above her, a little broken The soft black hair slid down and touched her cheek, soft and soft, like a butterfly flapping its wings.

Gloria struggled hard, trying to maintain a smile on her face, "Are you angry that I didn't take you to visit your family? It's not my fault. I didn't know you were in Hawaii at that time."

Holmes's clear and sharp green eyes flashed a dangerous light, and Sherlock stared into her gray-blue eyes, "Your grandfather, who still holds the power of life and death, paid special attention to blood, and the adopted Teresa was never in the scope of competition." , and the identity of Aldrich's illegitimate son may also make him feel bad, otherwise, before you suffered a misfortune at the age of 13, the Rockefeller family would not ignore Aldrich in this way. The reason is that it affects health, and it’s just that I can’t bear family responsibilities.”

Sherlock's deep voice continued, "But during the few months you lived in London, Aldrich's biggest supporter, the Russian oligarch Borisevich, was imprisoned in the highest prison and his power was greatly reduced. Countless family heirs, including the Duke of Westminster, the DuPont family of American gunpowder merchants, the Murdoch family of media tycoons, and the sixth richest person in the world, are cheering for you. It seems that Mr. Rockefeller has decided to provide support for you. "

He suddenly smiled and whispered in her ear, "Gloria, if I didn't come to Hawaii, are you going to fly back to New York directly, as if you never lived on Baker Street in London for six months. "

"How is it possible?!" Gloria exclaimed. She wanted to sit up and explain, but she was firmly suppressed by Sherlock, whose muscles were as hard as iron. She took a deep breath, "I did go to see my grandfather and got some property. But that has nothing to do with other things, it's a part of my inheritance that I will get when I reach my age." Although if she is not in such a good situation now, the old Mr. Rockefeller will delay the inheritance until the day he goes to see God.

She still avoided talking about her recognition of the relationship between the two. Sherlock looked at her fair and slender neck. Gloria seemed a little nervous. The attractive collarbone rose and fell with the breathing of her chest, which made him feel like dropping a kiss on it. impulse.

Sherlock's pale fingers with well-defined knuckles pressed her heart, and the thin silk pajamas could hardly resist, "You booked a flight to New York after you received the gift of property?"

"But I canceled after a few seconds!" Gloria nearly screamed in retort.

Sherlock's green eyes as deep as the starry sky surged with layers of waves, "Otherwise, why do you think you can still stay in Hawaii now?"

The consulting detective made no secret of his arbitrariness, clearly showing that if Gloria had chosen to return to New York at the time, he would have kidnapped Gloria directly to London.

"Gloria, I don't care about whether you chose to live in Baker Street to ensure your own safety or what. I have already clearly warned you that since you have deliberately seduced me, don't dream of leaving Baker Street again. .”

Sherlock's lips were almost pressed against her ear, and she felt inexplicable fear in the dark space, like a child who did something wrong and refused to bear the consequences.

"Why do you?! Who do you think you are! You're just passing the time when I'm bored—" She couldn't continue, and she wanted to cover her eyes but was imprisoned by him, and her clear blue eyes were tightly closed before tears dripped down. Closed, choking pitifully under his pressure.

God, she couldn't say the words that hurt him.

Sherlock pulled out a threatening smile, and pinched her delicately curved chin, "Go on, why don't you say it? Who am I? I'm just a toy for you to pass the time, just like your predecessors, the only difference is my age Older, even if we separate, no one will think it will be your problem, how can a young girl who is as beautiful as an angel fall in love with an arrogant pervert?!"

"No, that's not it!" Gloria twisted her wrist, Sherlock let go of the force that imprisoned her wrist, and was immediately hugged by the girl, he could almost feel the tears welling up from the girl's eyes, "It's not like that, you Unlike everyone else, don't push me like this, I can't live without you, sir."

Sherlock grabbed her hair and forced her to lean back, looking directly at himself, "I can't live without you? See, say these seductive words all the time, but don't actually think it will lead to any good results, this is what you think Can't lose?"

She was still crying, Sherlock forced himself not to care about the love that rose in his heart, he couldn't always let her evade responsibility, selfishly use other people to get what he needed, he rubbed the scar on the girl's wrist exposed during the struggle, " You always think that your life will be taken again."

Feeling that her breathing stopped for a second, Sherlock held her waist and sat up. The elven girl's golden curly hair was on her chest, and her white legs were kneeling on both sides of the British man's waist. His slender fingers were on his face. Wiping tears from her face, she looked like a poor little girl.

Seeing her like this, Sherlock could only bear with his anger. Sometimes he felt that the Lolita aura on his little girlfriend should be hidden, because it was always pitiful and wanted to be bullied.

The British man stroked her cheek with his pale fingers, "Don't cry, Leah."

Sherlock Holmes had never known that his voice could be so soft before this, but the little girl who was being comforted seemed to cry even more fiercely.

She avoided the man's fingers in a bad temper, covered her eyes and choked up crying, as if she had endured too much grievance that she couldn't bear.

In fact, the bad experience from the age of 13 has really wronged her. It seems that it only takes one day to go from being favored by thousands of people to being ignored. Her parents even wanted to send her to a mental hospital more than once. The friends who chased after her After seeing her skinny and emotionally ravaged by the sequelae of the drug, she almost cut off contact with her. The heirs around her who are cheering for her are all acquainted after she was abandoned by the family. As for the brothers and sisters, Teresa only cares not to involve herself However, Aldrich is inseparable from the group who kidnapped her a few years ago.

Just like now, even though she already holds a lot of chips, and even wanted to return to New York to have a showdown with her parents for a moment, maybe she can indeed get back the inheritance rights, but there is no conclusive evidence to prove that the kidnappers had direct relations with Aldridge. If she can't win with one blow, she will only expose herself to a more dangerous situation.

It was the first time since she was 13 that she cried over these experiences, and Gloria was almost shaking.

Sherlock sighed, sat up and hugged her in his arms, the crying little girl temporarily forgot to be angry with him, and curled up on the detective and hugged him tightly.

Sherlock's tall body easily held her in his arms, and his voice was almost arrogant, "No one can hurt you, as long as you don't leave Baker Street."

Gloria raised her small face from his arms to look at him, there was still a drop of crystal teardrop hanging on her curly eyelashes, which made him fall in love with it, and Sherlock gently wiped the girl's face with his fingers. The girl was involuntarily dumbfounded by the abstinence demeanor exuding from her body.

Gloria came back to her senses and blinked, very annoyed that she had been unwittingly seduced by him just now, so after Sherlock Holmes directed and acted out a series of acts of anger, calmness, and comfort, Rockefeller, who knew the danger had passed, The young lady began to perform what she was best at - strong words.

Gloria wanted to push him away, but because she was still kneeling on someone's lap with her waist pinched, she could only push some distance away from his shoulder, "Why are you angry with me?! You are always indifferent And tough, I am the one who apologizes every time! You still have to act coquettishly, and keep saying sweet love words to satisfy you! You never said a word of love to me!"

Sherlock sighed: "...you are such a curmudgeon little villain."

"You're the villain!" Gloria struggled to push him away, "Don't you think I'm leaving? I think that's exactly what you want! Let me go! Let's break up as you wish!"

"Gloria, silence."

Sherlock's seemingly thin but muscular body is as hard as iron, hugging her and changing positions. Gloria's struggle seems to have no effect. She lies on the bed and is pressed down by the other party. Sherlock kneels on her with his legs apart. , although she didn't put all her strength on her, Gloria was still shrouded in a sense of oppression from behind.

She was completely suppressed and did not dare to struggle, so she could only say angrily, "I hate this position, let me go!"

His chest was approaching, almost clinging to her back, and his natural and casual tone was low and gorgeous, "I told you earlier that I am good at fighting, so don't struggle casually."

"I think you really want to rape me!" Gloria was forced to clasp her hands tightly by him, and the flimsy silk skirt almost reached her thighs in the struggle.

Sherlock smiled and kissed her side of the face, "I love you, vexatious little villain."

"You're vexatious—what did you say?" Gloria blinked, a little in disbelief of what she heard.

Sherlock kissed her gently next to her ear, lifted her skirt up with his palms, and pushed the girl's legs apart with his knees, "Sherlock is also a girl's name."

Gloria froze for a few seconds before realizing what he meant. The girl's tongue seemed to be bitten by a cat. She stammered and replied, "But, but I'm only an adult."

"I want to give you a little family who loves you." His public school standard voice is deep and sweet, revealing the serious commitment of an English gentleman.

Gloria felt someone's fumbling fingers on her body and resisted the urge to gasp, "I don't like this position."

Not seeing his expression always made her more nervous and... sensitive.

Sherlock completely locked him under him, the subwoofer was muffled and seductive, "Lie again, little liar."