Five days after moving into 221B Baker Street, Watson has already been teased eighteen times as Sherlock Holmes's little wife.
Exactly eighteen times!
The kind that doesn't equal even if divided by five days!
And he is still the kind of person who no matter how he explains it, no one else will believe him. Even when he is in a hurry, he will nod his head repeatedly, with a low voice that implies that he understands and it is a secret.
It's simply speechless!
No, tonight the extremely depressed person finally found some time to drink to drown his sorrows.
Several men at the next table were chatting about something, and then the recommendation was successful, and the bakery owner was pushed and pushed over.
He pursed his lips in embarrassment and excitement, "Hi! Who is on top or bottom between you and Holmes?"
He couldn't help frowning and froze, and glanced around the bar, which suddenly became eight degrees quieter. He also remembered his helplessness of asking Holmes to explain but was always ignored. Someone drunk on alcohol was so bold that he became bold as soon as he slapped the table.
"Of course... Of course I'm on top!"
"Oh, how is it possible to buy it?" The men at the next table crowded over in disbelief.
"Why is it impossible!" Watson frowned, feeling angry at being discriminated against. "He, he... He still works a lot at home! Uh, give me a bath - no, wash my feet, wash and cook, I always love to work!"
Mrs. Hudson and Watson cried and complained, "Oh my God, why did the work we did fall to him?"
But it doesn't matter, all this is for the sake of the great London man, John H. Watson, so don't pay too much attention to the details!
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole tavern started to stir...
The sweet love diary of Watson and Holmes.
Mission: Towards a brilliant world