[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

There's a reason for saying "again", the last time Ludwig asked Sherlock to wait for her outside the convenience store, it turned out that Sherlock had to use a pair of, um, pink sheets that day.

And very unfortunately, was seen by Inspector Lestrade.

The inspector expressed great sympathy and understanding for Sherlock's huge aesthetic difference between his predecessors and his inferiors, and the girlish heart embodied in this aesthetic.

"Mr. Holmes, don't you think you've been a bit wordy lately? You've talked more and more, and your reasoning ability has also deteriorated. You actually have to ask questions to get answers..."

Ludwig waved his hand arrogantly, walked over to the opposite side of the road, and added a sentence at the end:

"Of course, I'm older, and I understand you."

Sherlock: "..."

……buy what?Of course it's a sanitary strip for women's friends. Will Mr. Holmes come with me?

The menstrual period needs to be treated with caution, and it needs to be cautious, and it needs to be like an enemy.

Just in case, she will start using it from today. The image of embarrassing dysmenorrhea can be covered up with coldness, but if she leaks blood during the bed with Sherlock Holmes... the picture is so beautiful, she will definitely come from the Thames River jumped off.

Facts have proved that she is right to be cautious.

The next morning, when Ludwig woke up from the pain, the sun had not yet risen.

She woke up from an uneasy dream, her eyelashes moved, and she felt that she had dreamed of something very important, but she couldn't open her eyes no matter what.

There were long alleys and long corridors in the dream...and she stood outside all of these, looking at herself, and kept repeating certain actions.

She was looking for something, but she couldn't find anything.

Hydrangeas are blooming in huge blooms where they shouldn't be.

And she searched and searched, but she died without a problem.

……

It was still dark, and outside the gray gauze curtains, there was a faint ray of skylight.

The room was also gray, and there were birds chirping from the unknowable valley.

The floor-to-ceiling windows were opened a little, and the early morning wind blew in, bringing along the thin window screens, undulating very slightly, like waves.

Such... such a still morning.

She sleeps in the valley, in the mist...with a baroque ceiling above her head, beside her...

It's Sherlock Holmes.

The sun is behind the mountains, but the outline has not yet appeared, only a little light, as if plating a layer of silver on the mountains.

The stars are also hanging in the sky, hanging by a few faint clouds.

There was weight on the body, and the tangy rose fragrance on the bed sheet was not strong, but faint, imaginary.

Ludwig opened his eyes a little drowsily, and met Sherlock's peaceful sleeping face.

She was lying in his arms, her head resting in his arms.

And he hugged her tightly, his long eyelashes drooping down, his skin was so white that it showed some kind of desolation.

The harsh lips were slightly pursed, and the sharp eyes were covered, making his face slightly soft.

……

At the intersection of night and day, he fell asleep quietly.

He slept so quietly... She was so close to him, but she couldn't even hear his breathing.

Ludwig subconsciously held her breath and didn't dare to move, but the pain in her abdomen was so severe that she carefully stretched out her hand to hold down the position of her uterus.

Her subtle actions didn't wake Sherlock up, he just subconsciously tightened his arms in his sleep, and his eyelashes trembled slightly like the wings of a butterfly.

……How is this going?

Except for the first day, when she woke up, she was not in Sherlock's arms, and judging from the current situation... Sherlock was already quite used to using her as a pillow.

How is this good?

... What if she wants to go to the bathroom to change the sanitary strip?

... She is in pain, what should she do if she wants to drink hot water?

She has really entered a grueling menstrual period, and now she can't hide in her room like she did before, and now Sherlock is beside her... What should I do?

Ludwig wanted to endure it, but he couldn't bear it anymore. The cold pain came from deep in the uterus. It seemed that he could feel the blood clots, which were scraped off the endometrium piece by piece.

……

Based on this alone, female creatures should also dominate the world.

She gently took Sherlock's arm, trying to get up.

Sherlock woke up almost as soon as she moved.He opened his eyes, his eyes were sober, and there was no sign of sleepiness.

Only the vocal chords, which were not used to making sounds, showed the fact that he had just woken up.

"Why did you wake up so early?"

Ludwig slipped out of his embrace, looking for shoes in the faint morning light:

"Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"Which night do you mean?"

Ludwig sat on the edge of the bed and turned around when he heard the words: "Did I wake you up many times last night?"

Sherlock's arms were empty, so he changed his posture, closed his eyes and said:

"You must have been dreaming yesterday. Your hands have been touching and touching, as if pushing and closing the door... Are you looking for something?"

Ludwig didn't speak. She walked into the bathroom lightly, finished what she wanted to do neatly, and got back into the thin goose down quilt, feeling the pain and chills all over her body.

"I'm sorry to disturb you last night, you can sleep a little longer."

She leaned halfway against the bed, gently took out a book from the bedside table, and decided to use the spirit of Xueba to relieve the pain.

However, she found that the light was too dim, and she couldn't read the words at all.

Sherlock moved, reaching out to wrap his arms around her waist very naturally, resting his head on the corner of her shirt, rubbing his posture lazily, his curly black hair fell on her white shirt.

Keep sleeping.

Ludwig froze holding the book.

... rub... rub... rub...

... Is this the truth of the noble and glamorous Sherlock Holmes who was in a daze when he was half asleep and half awake?

……

"Get rid of the unreliable thoughts in your little head, I'm awake now."

Sherlock closed his eyes and didn't even look at her, but he guessed exactly what she was thinking:

"What did you dream about yesterday?"

Ludwig thought for a while, and said seriously: "Pork chop."

"...This perfunctory is too clumsy, Vichy."

Sherlock opened his eyes, glanced up at her, and just when Ludwig thought he was going to continue reasoning about her poor hundred arguments, he heard him say flatly:

"...Let Old John make it for you at noon."

Ludwig: "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Sherlock closed his eyes again. Uncharacteristically, he didn't get up immediately after waking up - he never wanted to waste time sleeping.

"Actually... Actually, you don't have to read so hard."

He said lightly, tightening his arms:

"I can……"

It's just that Sherlock was interrupted by a soft hum before he finished speaking.

It's not heavy, just like a kitten meowing, if you don't listen carefully, it's easy to ignore it.

"..."

He looked at his arm with an unpredictable expression, but he didn't let go, he just said slowly:

"Do you need... help?"

Ludwig didn't have time to comprehend the meaning of Sherlock's words. She was already in pain, and her calm expression now was just trying not to make herself look too embarrassed in front of others.

"No need...can't you sleep well? Let go of your hands."

Sherlock's tightening action just now directly oppressed her pain point.

Sherlock let go of his hand calmly, and said in his usual tone of talking about "covalent chemical bonds of organic matter and fluorescent molecular tracking technology":

"You don't have to be so repressed... This is just a conditioned reflex caused by sensory stimulation. Libido is an instinct and a psychological driving force defined by psychoanalysis. In a relationship between lovers, this is not an excessive requirement."

Ludwig accurately found a familiar word from Sherlock's obscure technical jargon.

libido?Isn't that the "sexual impulse" defined by Freud?

She thought she was suffering from auditory hallucinations:

"Libido? What are you talking about, sir, how can I have such a need for you?"

"Why not? Animals mate with their mates, and we are lovers."

There was no expression on Sherlock's face, he just used an extremely objective and calm tone to analyze a thing that was not objective:

"If your hormone level is normal, your endocrine is not disturbed, and you have no homosexual orientation, it is normal for you to have libido for your legal spouse. I can understand...do you need any help I can provide?"

Ludwig pressed his abdomen, his temples throbbed:

"Marriage is the legal spouse. Since when are we legal spouses? Sir, in your eyes, I am so... hungry?"

"... Are you hungry?"

Sherlock said lightly:

"Need I remind you again, are we married?"

Ludwig paused for a while, tentatively said:

"Did your mother recommend any strange books to you?"

Sherlock said mockingly: "Oh, Vichy, I have learned the human reproductive structure and the reproductive instinct under the control of the hypothalamus since I was three years old."

……

Of course he saw something.

Long after Mycroft had left yesterday, Sherlock, with unusually slow efficiency, had finished repeating what his girlfriend had said over coffee.

Then, he sat down and opened the file that Mycroft had sent him.

5 minute later.

Sherlock: "..."

He finally understood why Mycroft said that in these few videos, he could "activate many functions in you that have not yet awakened, and acquire some necessary life skills."

He had to say that he was indeed amazed at the incomparably rich spiritual life of his young girlfriend who had just grown up.

It's just that in those videos, the men are ugly, and the women are mediocre... He can't see the difference between her "favorite" Yui Hatano and other women in the world except her.

As for those men...

Small eyes, thick lips, obscene language, and rude actions.

And, without exception, body hair is sparse in Asians... Of course, there is solid evidence that body hair is inversely related to persistence, although it is not absolute.

This can explain why most of the men in these videos have habitual orgasms, not real orgasms due to sensory stimulation.

……

But, maybe, maybe, maybe...

His little girlfriend likes this style?

……

Ludwig felt the pain in her abdomen worse... Especially after Sherlock threw his "libido", Ludwig felt her temples ache.

"Mr. Holmes, I will never have such beautiful thoughts about you... You can rest assured lying by my side."

She turned a page of the book calmly, even in the half-light, she couldn't see any words:

"I absolutely, absolutely, will not do anything to you. Your body is as safe as your logic... Now please continue to sleep, and don't disturb my reading with such inexplicable questions, thank you."