[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

Yourkissstillburnsonmylips,everydayofmineissobeautiful.

Your kisses are still hot on my lips, and my days have been so beautiful ever since.

The relationship between the couple who failed to break up and a hearty sex seemed to bring Gloria and Mr. Holmes closer.

Overall, this trip to Hawaii was very complete and harmonious. Connie enjoyed a relaxing and interesting birthday celebration holiday on Lanai Island, while Gloria not only inherited a large fortune from her grandfather, but was also very satisfied and Mr. Holmes completed a few days of extremely high quality sex work.

The only aftereffect was when back on the soil of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, a sleep-deprived Gloria walked out of Heathrow almost half in Sherlock's arms, only God knows how sleepy she was.

The current London is still cold and humid, Gloria shivered and squeezed deeper into her boyfriend's arms, it seemed that she had just woken up from sleep, and was stimulated by the biting cold wind at night to feel uncomfortable with a cold and fever.

Look, it really is as bad as ever.

Gloria's ghost sports car is parked in the underground car park of Heathrow Airport. Sherlock bears most of the weight of her little girlfriend effortlessly. In fact, as a tall adult woman, she is a bit too much. lighter.

"Leah, Gloria." The detective's voice was not very gentle, but if he became gentle and kind, Gloria would probably be frightened instead. The tsundere who deserved a beating was Sherlock Holmes.

Gloria was actually a light sleeper. When she was woken up, she found that the car had already parked at 221B Baker Street. Outside the window, the night in London was dark. The girl who hadn't completely shaken off her sleepiness turned her head to look at Sherlock, with black hair and blue eyes. The deep brilliance in the British man's eyes is fascinating. Gloria leaned back in her chair and stared at him fascinated. She heard her heart beat irregularly and stalled, which brought a sense of dizziness.

Gloria suddenly reached out to cover his eyes in dissatisfaction, covering the color that seemed to be magical, and bluffed at him, "Don't always seduce me!"

Sherlock was helpless, what reason could he say to a sick little girl?

"Leah," Sherlock's body approached her, obviously just touching the girl's forehead with his palm, but because of the breath of abstinence, he looked sexy in a mess, felt the temperature on his hand, asked the detective to raise his eyebrows, "Sure enough gone."

Gloria blinked her blue eyes, flirted with him with a childlike smile, and opened her arms to Sherlock with her eyes closed, "Hug me, sir."

At the end of Sherlock's words, for some reason, the picture of the girl when she was five years old flashed in her mind.

……

It was at a political dinner, and he accompanied Mycroft, who was visiting the United States, to the banquet. After a few minutes, Sherlock, who became bored, was leaning against the window and observing a group of hypocritical politicians.

"Sir, who are you?" A sweet child's voice came from below.

Sherlock frowned and looked down, seeing a little blond girl in a tutu hugging his leg.

Probably no one will question the beauty of this little girl. Her golden curly hair hangs down to her waist like a waterfall, and her big gray-blue eyes are shining with bright and moving colors. Oh, she even wants to climb up his long legs, It's a pity that the little body that looks only four or five years old has no strength at all.

Sherlock Holmes, who is only 20 years old, is as indifferent as ever. He looks down at the little girl expressionlessly. His slightly elongated face looks cold and evil. He is expected to scare her away in less than 20 seconds.

It's a pity that he didn't know that the little girl Gloria Rockefeller, who had just finished watching Interview with the Vampire, was precociously infatuated with handsome villains at this time, so Mr. Holmes with a cold expression and charming silhouette had become her dream ideal type!

Little Douding, who slipped from Holmes' lap again, gave up her plan to climb. She patted the dust that didn't exist on the tutu skirt, raised her small face and opened her arms to Sherlock, with a sweet smile on her angelic face. A smile like a dream.

"Hug me, sir."

……

Gloria leaned on the ghost sports car and looked at Sherlock with dissatisfaction, "You never take the initiative to hug me!"

Sherlock looked at the little girl who hadn't changed since she was a child, "You are really as bad-tempered as ever."

The consulting detective obviously underestimated the fighting power of the sick elf girl, and Gloria threw herself directly into his arms, leaving a tooth mark on the English man's pale neck.

It wasn't until Sherlock stuffed Gloria, who was inexplicably grumpy today, into the bedroom at 221B Baker Street, that the little girl who just got on the bed became sleepy almost instantly, and was too lazy to open her eyes to go to sleep.

Although being coquettish and childish made her more clingy, Sherlock still hoped that he would never experience the sequelae of these two illnesses. Gloria squinted her eyes halfway, watching Mr. Holmes's slender and beautiful fingers tear off the cooling patch package on her hot forehead.

The cold stimulation made her subconsciously frown, "You should give me an antipyretic."

"Don't dream, I won't give you any antibiotics." Sherlock stared at her for a while with a threatening look. He had already noticed that Gloria had a tendency to break the bottle with his poor constitution.

Gloria was dissatisfied, "You who always eat black coffee as a meal are not convincing in terms of health."

Sherlock stuffed the soda water into her hand, and the almighty Mr. Holmes acted as a doctor today, "just because the weather changes are not suitable for some cold and fever symptoms."

It is no different from the United States. In the UK, if you just have a simple cold and fever, you will be told to rely on self-healing when you go to the hospital.

Gloria was about to express her agreement, but the pain in her lower abdomen and the sticky feeling under her body made her expression a little strange. Gloria lifted off the soft white eiderdown quilt, moved away and knelt on the bed, dazed He stared at the red blood stain on the bed.

"Sir, I stained your sheets." She said innocently.

——The neat white checked sheets of the world's number one consulting detective were stained with aunt's blood!

Sherlock Blackline, is it the sheets that matter now? !

"...how are you?" Almighty Sherlock Holmes, who could almost replace Wikipedia, was a little nervous when he saw the blood flowing from his childhood girlfriend. She looked pale and haggard, and her pitiful eyes were condensed with water.

In fact, Gloria's eyes were wet because of anger, and Aunt plus a cold and fever would make all women angry!all!

But the most important thing now is to organize herself. Gloria got up from the bed and wanted to step on the slippers, but she was hugged by Sherlock before she could react. The girl said in a dull voice, "Go back to my bedroom."

Since Gloria's birthday was over, most of the time she spent in Sherlock's room, so that when Sherlock carried the girl back to her room, the consulting detective felt a little uncomfortable thinking that 221B Baker Street should only have one bedroom. Reasonable.

Gloria turned up the temperature of the shower, and Sherlock leaned against the cherry wood doorframe to look at her, "...do you need my help?"

"I think you should change that sheet." Gloria touched her pointy ears.

And when she walked out of the bathroom after taking a shower, she was carried back to the bedroom where she lived together by Mr. Holmes who was waiting outside the door. Gloria buried herself in Sherlock's arms shyly and prepared to fall asleep. Only God knows, she had a splitting headache. Coupled with the feeling of abdominal pain, it is really unbearable.

Sherlock hesitated for a few seconds and gently patted her on the back, just like the old Mrs. Holmes did when he was sick when he was young. Gloria held his other hand, and the warm touch made her subconsciously Sherlock put his palm on his stomach.

Gloria's beautiful side face was almost pressed against his chest, her voice hesitated, "Will you be disappointed? I'm not pregnant..."

Sherlock was taken aback by her concern, and the British man sighed, "Leah, what's on your mind."

Sherlock blamed himself for her questioning. The reason why he wanted a newborn was not very sincere. Although Sherlock was not really a cold and anti-social personality, he didn't have much expectations for the children connected with his blood. It's more just to keep Gloria and dispel her bad idea of ​​leaving London all of a sudden.

Gloria hugged him even tighter, breathing with an unhealthy high fever, "I'm worried that I won't be able to do what you want."

She seems to reveal her lack of self-confidence only when she is physically and mentally weak.

"Only you are what I want." Sherlock nuzzled her cheek with his finger, and she stared at her with open blue eyes, the light in her eyes was as innocent and moving as when she was five years old.

The elf girl leaned forward to kiss him, she poured all her heart into this hot kiss, her wet lips gleamed brightly, luring Sherlock into the abyss.

Sherlock Holmes will never be at a disadvantage at any time. He holds Gloria's neck and kisses her very intimately. His green eyes are like the sea of ​​stars, and his sexy and seductive breath is mixed with a charming The male hormones finally turned into the fiery touch between the two people's lips and tongues, making people sink into it and unable to extricate themselves.

Gloria pushed him away. "It's overkill, sir."

"It was you who started it first." Sherlock looked at the girl dissatisfied, but it was a pity that the other party was always good at stirring up fire and not being responsible for solving it.

Gloria smiled sweetly and innocently, "I'm so sleepy, let's rest."

Of course, it is no longer pure sleep.

As for the impure ones, Gloria should know in a few days, what kind of tragic consequences would there be if a fighting master is always picked up by the evil fire and is not responsible for solving it.