[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

In the black sky, the stars are twinkling, and the moon is lazy and doesn't come to work.London, a bustling metropolis during the day, finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, only countless hard-working street lamps stood firmly at their posts.

Behind the light gray blackout curtains, the orange light shrouded the bedroom in an ambiguous manner.Sweet whispers and provocative gasps are intertwined, and occasionally gentle whispers and weeping begging for mercy form a erotic song.

"You...you bullied me!" The little fox was pressed down tightly, and the increasing pleasure made her hold the man's shoulder tightly and couldn't help scratching the red marks.

"I don't have one." The man blinked his translucent black eyes, with an expression more innocent than hers.

"Hmm!" The little fox burst into tears from being hit: "Take it easy, it hurts..."

"Okay, okay, take it easy." Jim coaxed softly with a hoarse voice, his behavior was completely novice, and everything was based on the little fox's words.

The man's speed suddenly became slow and gentle, and the understatement of his movements was undoubtedly nowhere near the itching. Not only did it not make people feel comfortable, but it made it even more itchy and uncomfortable.

"Hurry up and push hard!" The little fox gave Jim a paw angrily: "I haven't eaten!"

"Okay, okay, hurry up and focus." Jim obediently obeyed the order again.

"Oh QAQ...it's too deep!" The little fox cried and said, "Can you stop for a while!"

Jim leaned down with a chuckle, and gently kissed the little fox's lips: "Sorry, this won't work."

[-]. Happy night

It wasn't until five o'clock in the morning that the ambiguous gasps in the bedroom stopped amidst the girl's crying and begging for mercy.The little fox, whose whole body was soft and muddy, was carried into the bathroom by Jim and took a shower. When he was carried back to the bed in a daze, when he felt the man approaching, his body shrank subconsciously after being tossed so hard.

"I'm sorry, I was too much." Jim blushed preemptively and apologized to the little fox guiltily.

The little fox, who originally wanted to complain, saw the little angel's appearance, and instantly felt that everything was his fault.

well?It seems that it is indeed my fault.Who told her to provoke others in her free time? They just want to prove that although she is inexperienced, she has good physical strength.

"It's okay." The little fox smiled, turned over with difficulty and got into Jim's arms: "Go to sleep, I'm really tired."

"Yeah." Jim hugged the person in his arms tightly, and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

The little fox closed his eyes, and his body secretly circulated the demon power to restore his body.After a while, feeling that Jim had fallen into a light sleep, she raised her head slightly and kissed him on the forehead.

sleep well~

The demon power seeped into the man's brain, feeling his slow and long breathing, the little fox smiled, took away the hand that was holding her, and quickly got out of bed.

It's almost time, and she has to go back before the family members get up, otherwise she will use her demon power to cheat.

Leaving a note for Jim, the little fox teleported away from his home.

To the lovely little angel Jim: I did a good job last night, but my skills were a bit poor. I will try my best next time. Goodbye~

your dear fox

After a deep sleep, Jim who woke up and didn't see anyone but saw the note: Hehe, poor skills, right, good, good.

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The little fox, who returned to the apartment, practiced until noon. His stomach grumbled before he finished meditating and got out of the bedroom.

"Mother Hardison~" The little fox rushed downstairs to find someone to feed him, but he didn't find dear Mrs. Hardison after turning around.

"Mrs. Hardison is out on a date." The little fox returned to the second floor, and Sherlock, who was nestled on the garbage dump sofa, replied without opening his eyes.

"Huh?" Didn't her going out on a date mean that their lunch was lost again? "What about Watson?"

"A date." Sherlock replied again.

"Then what should we do?" The little fox scratched her hair in distress. Suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she stepped on the trash and rushed to Sherlock's side: "How about—"

"Don't think about it." Sherlock directly interrupted the little fox: "I don't know how to cook."

"Don't be so modest." The little fox pinched Sherlock's clothes and tugged, "You are so smart, you must be able to cook delicious food just by looking at the recipes." Just like Jim.

"I can't use my cleverness in cooking." Sherlock didn't move.

"No, I believe you can." The little fox gave you the best compliment: "Sherlock~"

"The Chinese are more talented in cooking." Sherlock meant something.

"Not necessarily, some of them are really talented, but there is a small part of them who have no talent at all, and I am that small part." Except for barbecue, the little fox can't cook other food at all.But she will never say that she can barbecue, otherwise she will definitely be enslaved by Sherlock.

"Unfortunately, I'm also one of the smart people with zero cooking talent." Sherlock said frankly.

"Are we going to order takeaway?" The little fox resisted.

Hearing this, Sherlock also showed a rare expression of disgust.

The takeaway is not only delivered slowly, but also unpalatable. It is better to be hungry than to eat takeaway.The two thought in unison.

The little fox touched his empty stomach, the hunger made his stomach feel very uncomfortable.She frowned and said simply: "Why don't we go on a date too."

Sherlock raised his eyes and glanced at the little fox coolly.

The little fox's heart tightened: "Ah bah! Eat, eat, I mean, let's go out to eat."

Whether human or animal, hunger can always change their laziness.The duo who just stayed at the garbage dump for nothing, finally changed into human-looking clothes and went out for lunch.

They had eaten all the restaurants near Baker Street, and Sherlock activated the skill of waving a taxi, and the two went all the way to the streets near the shopping center to find new tastes.

Because it is a pedestrian street, there are many restaurants here, and there are all kinds of specialty restaurants from various countries.The two chose a French restaurant to enter, and were going to try the exquisite and romantic French meal.

"Both, welcome." The receptionist greeted the two with a smile: "Do you have a reserved seat?"

"No." The little fox shook his head.

"Please follow me." The waiter stepped forward to take over the job of leading the way, took the two to their seats, and handed them the menus: "Are you two interested in participating in our couple's lucky draw?" Waiting for the two to order At that time, the waiter asked with a smile: "The couple who have been drawn will not only get the mysterious gift we prepared, but this time the consumption of the two of you will be directly halved."

The little fox smiled, shook his head and said, "We don't—"

"Okay." The cold and deep male voice suddenly interrupted the little fox's explanation.

"?" The little fox was stunned.

"How to sign up?" Sherlock ignored the little fox, but looked sideways at the waiter.

"Just write down the names of the two of you here." The waiter turned over the pink book in his hand and handed it to Sherlock.

The slender fingers held the pen and wrote down the names of the two people neatly. After Sherlock returned the book and the pen to the waiter, he calmly ordered the food he wanted, and then remained silent.

At this time, the little fox will naturally not tear down Sherlock's platform, because this guy will not do such boring things for no reason.Bao Buqi discovered another case that required two people to pretend to be a couple.

After the waiter left, the little fox took out his cell phone and sent Sherlock a text message.

What did you find? ——The restless playboy

"Say what you want, send any text messages." Sherlock didn't even look at the phone, and spoke directly to the little fox.

The little fox was choked, she pouted speechlessly, first looked around secretly, then covered her mouth and asked in a low voice, "Did you find anything?"

"Find what?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow.

"Criminal." The little fox asked with a low voice.

"No, why do you ask that?" Sherlock took a sip of tea from his cup.

"Then why do you let others misunderstand that we are a couple?" The little fox couldn't figure it out.

"Half price for couples." Sherlock replied calmly.

"..." The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched: "You actually did it for this?!"

"As you said, I spend a lot of time at home and have a low income, so of course I save as much as I can."

"Didn't you also say that you would make money by processing commissions on the website?" The little fox no longer lowered his voice.

Sherlock thought about the mountain of commissions on the website, and then replied solemnly: "I haven't commissioned recently, so I'm poor."

Will the famous detective not be commissioned?The little fox looked suspicious.

Sherlock is rock solid.

A series of beautifully prepared French dishes were served on the table. Although the quantity was not large, there were many styles.Eat some of the same, and it's almost the same in the end.

It was almost one o'clock, and the manager of the restaurant finally walked out under the expectant eyes of all the diners.He reached out and touched the lottery box held by the waiter, and finally took out a white ball with the number 6 written on it.

"Congratulations to the couple at table six, Mr. Holmes and Miss Fox!" The manager didn't know Chinese characters, so he directly pronounced the little fox's name.

"Puff, cough, cough!" In another corner of the restaurant, the black-haired beauty didn't swallow a sip of wine, and choked directly on her throat.

"Anthea, are you okay!" The young man on the opposite side quickly stood up and patted her on the back: "You've been acting weird recently, what's the matter?" There were some furtive and strange behaviors, which made the young man very disturbed.

Anthea waved the young man's hand away, and after she calmed down, she signaled him not to speak, and just stayed here and waited for her to come back.

"Anthea, wait—" The young man silently closed his mouth as he watched his girlfriend leave quickly.

Anthea searched for familiar figures in every corner of the restaurant and behind the decorative potted plants. Although she hoped that Mr. Holmes was her own boss, it was impossible after careful consideration. It is impossible for the boss to come back from work without notifying their subordinates, so the only possibility is that Mr. Holmes is with Fox at this time.

Carefully approaching the even-numbered table area, Anthea poked her head out from behind the potted plant, and she saw the oriental girl and the long-faced curly-haired monster sitting together at a glance.

It's killing me!Why is this woman so restless!A few days ago, I bought a couple outfit with Jim Brooke. After all, neither of them admitted their relationship, so it was ambiguous at best.But today, she openly admitted her relationship with Mr. Holmes!

Anthea took out her mobile phone decisively, stared at the men and women over there, and quickly dialed a number at the risk of being reprimanded and fired by the boss:

"Hey! Boss, come back quickly! Your goldfish was taken away by your brother!"