[Comprehensive English and American] Please speak human words

She said that she woulddahmeif Ibroughtherredroses. Butinallmygardenthereisnoredrose.

She said she would dance with me if I gave her some red roses.But in my garden there is not even a single red rose.

On a foggy morning in London, the sun shines through the oriel window into the living room at 221B Baker Street. Unfortunately, the weather is cold, and the light fails to bring the warm changes that the human body can feel.

So Gloria had no choice but to move the low table and Corbusier sofa to the fireplace, turn on the computer and work on her fall admission application, while the cat was curled up at her feet to keep warm.

Sherlock sat on the couch, watching the elf girl's waterfall of golden curly hair shine like light under the light of the fireplace jumping, and his slender pale fingers played on the sofa.

"You're doing useless work, as I said - applying to Oxford is your only option." Sherlock clutched the violin over his shoulder and started making noise.

Gloria was noncommittal, with a perfunctory voice, "I probably understand your deep love for your alma mater, but I need to get enough offers from prestigious schools to get more free time, and Mrs. Rockefeller also expects me to provide her with a show off. .”

The violin in Sherlock's hand is like a decoration noise, "Trust me, I will throw all the offers from prestigious schools other than Oxford into the fireplace while you are not paying attention."

"Oh, it can be warmer." Gloria sent Harvard University's admissions application email indifferently.

The blonde girl lifted her spirits from the complicated application materials and glanced at the detective, "Sir, it's eight o'clock London time—breakfast time."

Sherlock stopped the action of destroying the violin, raised his chin arrogantly and charmingly, "Miss Rockefeller, your courage has been getting higher and higher recently."

"Hot milk and vegetable bacon rolls, thank you." Gloria kept her head down and kept busy. Damn it, where did Professor Halter's recommendation letter go?

Mr. Holmes' tone was extremely serious. "Don't expect me to bring you a cup of hot milk with three sugar cubes on it, Gloria."

Gloria closed the MacBook, "It's up to you, if you really don't want to, I'll just have breakfast with the psychiatrist."

"James Moriarty?" Sherlock frowned, his tone dissatisfied, "You should find a psychiatrist."

Although James Moriarty's information is perfect and no problem can be found, Sherlock inexplicably feels that this person has deep thoughts and is not a good candidate to be Gloria's psychiatrist.

"My recent mental state is good, and there is no need to replace me." Gloria put enough tuna in Pudding Meow's cat bowl, "And he was recommended by Professor Lecter, and his academic ability and work level are really outstanding .”

Under the warm light, Sherlock's brilliant green eyes were a little golden, "There are better choices in front of you, ma'am."

Gloria laughed, walked in front of him in a short nightgown, knelt on the sofa between the British man's legs, Sherlock looked up, and the girl just pressed a kiss on his seductive thin lips, "I Certainly not questioning your accomplishments in psychology, but the emotional element can mess with psychotherapy."

The consulting detective pinched her waist with his pale and slender fingers, "You do always disturb me."

Gloria smiled and planted another resounding kiss on his lips, her gray-blue eyes were radiant and charming, and her somewhat messy golden curly hair revealed her elf-like pointed ears, "Sir, for breakfast I want to eat vegetable bacon rolls and Hot milk."

Sherlock: "...You really have great ambitions, Miss Rockefeller, even if you don't hesitate to seduce me for a breakfast."

"That's it, Love." Gloria happily jumped out of the detective's arms, stepped on her slippers and went back to the bedroom to change. In fact, she did make an appointment with a psychologist this morning.

The breakfast prepared by the almighty Mr. Holmes can easily be selected into the menu of a Michelin three-star restaurant in terms of beauty and taste.

By the way, the color scheme of this vegetable bacon roll is too gorgeous and attractive. Only God knows that she was not hungry just now, but seeing the breakfast on the table, Gloria felt a burst of hunger in her stomach.

"Sir, if you can't continue consulting the detective, we can open a restaurant." Gloria looked at Mr. Holmes sincerely.

Sherlock gritted his teeth, "...thank you."

Breakfast time accompanied by Sherlock Holmes must be the happiest in the world, but unfortunately she has to rush to meet with a psychiatrist to talk about the current situation. When Gloria put on a warm cashmere coat and was about to go out, Sherlock was Patiently tapping the table with his fingers.

"Come back as soon as possible, you have to know that there will be new cases at any time." The consulting detective frowned, secretly planning to go to University College London to take his little girlfriend back to Baker Street in a few 10 minutes.

Gloria could only kiss soothingly. God knows that Mr. Holmes is as arrogant as a big cat. "Don't quarrel with pudding, sir."

She didn't want to see cats fighting at home again, or rather—two cats fighting?

When Gloria arrived at the Institute of Advanced Psychology at University College London, it was less than nine o'clock, and the staff were basically familiar with it. She arrived at the door of Professor Moriarty's office very smoothly.

Perhaps in anticipation of Gloria's arrival, the red cherry-colored wooden door of the office was not closed, and Gloria could see the British man in a black suit looking down at the documents from outside the door.

"James—" Gloria's voice was sweet and intimate.

Moriarty raised his head following the sound, a neat gentleman with short dark hair, and a gray tie on a white shirt tied with a delicate Windsor knot. He showed a friendly and friendly smile, and his every move seemed to have the gorgeous elegance in his bones, not Sherlock. The strong sense of aggression, but definitely not a weak aura.

"Leah, I thought you could have breakfast with me." Professor Moriarty smiled childishly, and his unique temperament was very charming.

Gloria apologized, "Sorry, my boyfriend cooked a delicious breakfast, I hope you don't mind."

"of course."

Once again, Moriarty realizes the importance of Gloria seemingly always prioritizing Holmes, as if no one else could replace him.

Perhaps he could now choose to destroy the girl and do Holmes a disservice?Even without him doing it himself, the group who had hurt her had recently started to move around again.

The floor-to-ceiling windows and curtains in the office are closed, and the slightly dim light appears private and safe.

James Moriarty smiled and looked at Gloria in front of him, a young, beautiful and charming girl with a tragic experience, who seemed to inspire a natural desire for protection in men.

Did Sherlock Holmes think so too?

Too?Moriarty was a little irritable because of the inexplicable touch in his heart.

After the simple greetings, Gloria had already closed her eyes and half-lyed on the easy chair. She changed a comfortable posture for herself, with her left leg bent naturally, her slender arms resting on the armrest of the chair, and her whole body exuded Unknowing charm.

There was a warm and bewitching tone in Moriarty's voice, "Leah, have you experienced self-destructive tendencies or negative emotions recently?"

Gloria frowned and thought for a while, "Not with Mr. Holmes."

"It's still the same? It hasn't improved since the days of Hawaii's separation?" Moriarty's voice was still gentle, but the expression on his face was different. A pale man with dark hair stood behind Gloria, his face With a hypocritical smile like watching prey, his eyes are burning.

"Still," she said, even with sweet love in her voice, "as I said, Mr. Holmes seems to be a miracle of my fate."

There was an evil smile on Moriarty's face. If Gloria opened her eyes at this moment, she would definitely recognize that it was the evil and handsome villain smile she had been obsessed with since she was a child. Obedient Psychopath Closes Eyes Relaxing Emotions.

The "Napoleon of the criminal world" of the British Empire has touched the syringe in his pocket. He only needs to persuade her to accept hypnosis and a small dose of injection again, and his greatest opponent, Sherlock Holmes, can lose his love forever.

"It seems that you are obsessed with this relationship." Moriarty looked at the two small fan-like shadows cast by her pretty long eyelashes, they fluttered like butterfly wings, wonderfully like God's Selfishness.

He suddenly regretted submissive to her subconscious during the previous psychotherapy, which made her more firmly believe in the importance of Sherlock Holmes to her.

Maybe it's still too late?Wouldn't it be more fun to make that irreplaceable candidate your own?

Moriarty's caramel-colored eyes stared at the sleeping girl, "Gloria, you subconsciously regard Sherlock Holmes as a panacea, which is not conducive to your psychological recovery. Are you willing to remind me again—"

"——Professor," came the voice of Moriarty's confidant from the miniature wireless earphone, "Sherlock Holmes has entered the Institute of Psychology."

Gloria in the easy chair was frowning in confusion because of Moriarty's pause, "James?"

"It's nothing." Moriarty's voice was soft and gorgeous, "Leah, you should properly maintain an independent space with your boyfriend. Being too dependent on him is not conducive to recovery."

"Bang—" Sherlock Holmes, the elixir of medicine, pushed the door open and entered.

"Mr. Holmes, we are undergoing psychological treatment. Your sudden intrusion may have a bad effect on Leah." Professor Moriarty condemned the sudden arrival of the visitor helplessly.

Gloria would not blame Sherlock, "Sir, I miss you so much after only being apart for just 10 minutes."

Sherlock: "...we have a case about the crown to deal with next."

Look, Mr. Holmes, who is soaked in love talk, is used to the sweet talk of his little girlfriend.

Consulting Criminal Moriarty: Huh, damned case!

Mr. Moriarty may have temporarily forgotten - there are countless cases in London that he has provided good ideas to the consulting criminal.

Gloria put on her coat obediently and was about to leave. She accompanied the consulting detectives to find the criminal, and her blood boiled just thinking about it.

When she had already walked out of the office, she realized that Sherlock was looking at James Moriarty, with a cold voice, "Another psychiatrist who violated professional ethics."

Moriarty turned his gaze towards Gloria, and he looked at the little girl's blue eyes as crystal beads, and a gorgeous, elegant and charming smile on her delicate face, "Leah, I'm afraid you need to change." A psychiatrist."

As we all know, psychiatrists cannot have emotional entanglements with patients.

Moriarty is superbly cast as a psychiatrist who falls in love, but who has he managed to fool?

Is it Gloria and Sherlock, or himself?