[Comprehensive] Mrs. Holmes Daily

Sherlock turned his back to her, didn't look back, just turned a page of the book calmly.

But the turning speed slowed down significantly, and he was reading the pages he had read before. According to his normal speed, during the time Ludwig was looking for him, he had already finished reading the book.

"No."

"You're angry."

Ludwig said sure, walking behind him.

He turned his head:

"I'm reading, please don't disturb me...Miss Ludwig."

...Miss Ludwig, see "Miss Ludwig" again, Mr. Holmes's way of quarreling with her is as dull as ever.

"You are angry, and you only call my full name when you are angry."

Ludwig pressed his painful abdomen with one hand, walked to him, squatted down, and looked up at her awkward boyfriend:

"I'm here to apologize... I mean, it's not what you understand."

Sherlock finally looked her in the eye.

But soon, he moved his eyes to the book again, with a casual tone:

"Your meaning is very clear, and there is no possibility of confusion... I don't think I misunderstood anything. Besides, 'angry' is a useless emotion, please don't attach it to me..."

Ludwig put both arms on Sherlock's lap, buried his head in his hands, brewed his emotions for a while, and bravely interrupted Sherlock:

"It's not that I don't want to give birth to you."

... She actually said this sentence completely, she is a warrior.

Give Sherlock a baby?This is similar to the subject-verb-object collocation of "it's raining on the ground".

She continued:

"Mr. Holmes, your girlfriend just arrived two days ago, don't you think... don't you think it's scary to tell her about the child?"

She rested her head on Sherlock's lap, and said softly:

"So, I'm just intimidated by you... If I give birth to your child and our child is like us... Wouldn't I be a grandma at 38 and a grandpa at 41?"

Sherlock looked down at her little head on his lap.

Her long hair fell limply down her cheeks.

She raised her face, her clear eyes, like the flickering light spots on the flowing water, gave people the illusion of gentleness.

He still didn't speak.

Ludwig: ...Don't talk anymore, if you don't talk again, she will ignore him and let him fend for himself.

Now she is in so much pain that she is going crazy, and she still has to pretend to be cute... This is a severe test that she has never experienced in her 18 years of life.

"Okay, I'm sorry, okay? Anyway, you don't like children, so don't be awkward with me because of this kind of thing. Your calm and wise image will collapse..."

Sherlock stared at her somewhat pale face, which was thin and small.

Suddenly he spoke and said:

"So, do you like it?"

Ludwig didn't react for a while: "What?"

Sherlock repeated it patiently, his tone still indifferent, but he looked at his girlfriend without blinking:

"Child, do you like it? If you like it, from a purely medical point of view, I don't mind if we have a... Although this kind of creature with a lower IQ than a dolphin was not in my plan, at least it can be treated Your periodic ischemic pain."

……

Child...does she like it?

A small child has small hands and feet like lotus roots, like a round dumpling.

Fragrant and soft, in winter she wants to wrap this dumpling like a round ball, hang small bells on her hair, hold her hand with her father, and take her to meet the snow The place.

……

But how much effort does it take to raise a child?

Sherlock doesn't like children, but it doesn't mean he has no sense of responsibility. He spends a lot of time on children. Of course, his father can't be like this, chasing criminals all over the world, and letting his living room explode casually.

He can no longer offend those extremists without hesitation, because the child is a weaker and more vulnerable existence than her.

Therefore, Sherlock, who was only interested in the truth and puzzles, was so rational that he was not moved by anything. In addition to being led into the quagmire of love by her, because of her little wish, Sherlock was locked in a child for most of his life. around?

She still remembered Sherlock's demeanor and tone when he said ""...that was his game, his chess game, and his territory.

Her boyfriend is the best adventurer in the world.

……

Ludwig raised her head, the warm yellow light made her black eyes flow with gold-like specks.

Resting her pointed chin on Sherlock's lap, she smiled slowly at Sherlock:

"If I say, I don't like children at all, you won't be angry again, will you?"

Sherlock watched her silently.

Under the light, his eyelashes are like the wings of a still butterfly.

He didn't speak.

Ludwig frowned and continued:

"Raising a child is so troublesome. It costs money, energy, and time...and it hurts. After giving birth, the figure is out of shape, there are spots on the face, and there are stretch marks on the stomach... When you don't want me, I will Bringing him up alone?"

She was half joking, half serious, and suddenly shrugged slyly.

It's just that in the shadow of the light, she still pressed one hand on her abdomen, suppressing the bursts of cold pain:

"Of course, if you are willing to give birth by yourself and raise it by yourself after giving birth, I don't mind raising a fertilized egg for you... But I am more inclined to believe that you will throw this child out of the window directly. If he disturbs When it comes to your experiment."

Sherlock still didn't speak, but after a while, he reached out and put his hand on her hair.

He seems to like playing with her hair... a long strand, wrapped around his fingers, like a satin ribbon, black and cool.

He tugged at her hair gently:

"But it's the fastest way I could find...just wait until the end of your period and the fertilized egg will implant and you won't be in pain."

"..."

...when your menstrual period is over...let the fertilized egg implant...

Under the calm tone of Sherlock's pure biological knowledge science popularization seminar, the deep-level content contained is really more and more frightening...

Ludwig firmly took Sherlock's hand off:

"Forget about this method, sir... It has nothing to do with you, it's just that I don't like it myself. I definitely don't want to have children, absolutely."

She stood up: "It seems that you have forgiven me... Then I will go back to the room."

She walked towards the door calmly, and would never admit that her current behavior was called...fleeing away.

But even if she ran away, she couldn't succeed.

Because she hadn't taken two steps before she felt weightless.

She let out a cry of surprise, and only had time to grab Sherlock's collar, and Sherlock easily hugged her whole body—either a horizontal princess hug, or a vertical... hug.

... No one has hugged her like this since she was five years old.

She hugged Sherlock's neck in shock - the collar had been ripped out of shape by her.

Sherlock held her, and had a free hand to straighten his ruined expensive shirt.

He said coldly: "Oh, the Holmes family is so poor that they can't even afford a pair of shoes for the mistress?"

"..."

After a brief shock, Ludwig leaned on Sherlock's shoulder, shaking with laughter.

Sherlock: "...I'm just opening the door, Vichy, I don't see what's so funny about it."

Ludwig laughed silently:

"I'm not laughing at it... I'm just laughing at the subtlety of our present posture, Mr. Holmes."

Sherlock held Ludwig with one hand, pushed open the door and walked into the corridor with one hand, frowning: "What's so subtle?"

Ludwig wrapped his arms around his shoulders, his long, soft hair brushing against his chin.

Just like every morning when they woke up, she was in his arms, and her hair was scattered around his cheek.

Hair tangled, breath audible.

……

Ludwig finally stopped laughing slightly:

"If you hug me horizontally, princess hug, then you still look like my boyfriend."

Sherlock looked at the current posture of the two of them, and said coldly:

"I don't see anything wrong with that... the essence of any pose is a movement of position, and it's foolish to go for fancy forms."

"madness?"

Ludwig laughed happily again, covering his abdomen with one hand, laughing while hurting:

"Smart Mr. Holmes, the posture you use now is a father-daughter hug. Unlike my boyfriend, you are like my father... Do you want me to cooperate with you and call 'Daddy' to make up for your lack of plans to be a father in this life? ?”

Sherlock: "..."

Ludwig was still lying on Sherlock's body and laughing, suddenly, she turned over, and she was easily hugged by Sherlock.

She grabbed Sherlock's shirt and met his deep eyes.

"It's not my fault."

Sherlock said coldly:

"I just lacked opportunities to practice... After all, this is the first time."

Ludwig was held in Sherlock's arms, his neck rested on his slender and strong arms, his little head was tilted back because of uncontrollable laughter, revealing a white collarbone.

Her long black hair hangs down from his arm, swaying with his movements, drawing beautiful and stunning arcs under the light.

"Well, well... Fortunately, it's the first time, otherwise your future girlfriend will definitely dump you... She waited under the cliff for 100 years, and finally waited for you to hug her, or the hug of a father hugging a daughter Fa... Hey, why do I feel so happy..."

Sherlock's tone was a bit cold:

"Girlfriend in the future? Sorry, I'm afraid there won't be any more. Just one contact with love is enough. I will only have you as a girl..."

Ludwig somehow found another point of laughter, and the laughter that finally stopped started again:

"That's not certain, but if you do this every time, it's possible... Father-daughter hug, Mr. Holmes, in case your future girlfriend is two meters tall, wouldn't father-daughter hugs be on tiptoes? ...Hey, what should I do, I'm really happy now..."

"..."

Sherlock had a cold face:

"I'm just not very skilled in business...and I have already emphasized that I will not have another girlfriend."

Ludwig raised her face, her whole body was trembling, she covered her mouth to make no sound, but laughter still overflowed from her fingers.

The shadow of the lamp flickered, but he walked crookedly for only a dozen or so steps.

...Because his little girlfriend was not restless in his arms at all, she was always moving around, not afraid of falling out of his arms.

"Well, um... I understand you, you just took the wrong direction... But you are really not proficient in business at all, Father Holmes."

Sherlock: "..."

Father Holmes retrieved Ludwig's head that was about to slip off from under his arm, and finally showed a look of irritation on his face:

"It was just a trial and error, and it will definitely not happen next time... I said can you stop laughing?"

Ludwig buried his head in Sherlock's arms, trembling constantly... Sherlock had a hunch that another shirt would be scrapped today.

"...Please stop if it's convenient, and stop if it's not convenient...isn't it?"

Sherlock's tone was light: "...I'm going to throw you down, Miss Ludwig."

"...Well, please leave it if it's convenient, and throw it away if it's not convenient...right?"

"Ludwig!"

Ludwig covered his stomach with one hand, pulled Sherlock's collar with the other, buried his head in the hollow of Sherlock's shoulders, and rubbed his soft hair against his neck:

"Miss Ludwig is in pain, sir... I know you are very humorous, but don't make her laugh. If you laugh again, you will have blood on your arm and change your clothes."

Sherlock: "..."

Thus, the noble and glamorous Mr. Sherlock Holmes won the title of "humor" for the first time and possibly the last time in his short life of 20 years.

It's such an honor, isn't it?