Daddy, don't flirt

When he recalls what Wendy said last night, Eddie’s heart is more relieved. He looks at Wendy and hears Wendy say, “Sir, who are you?”

Sir, who are you?

Eddie just relaxes his heart and immediately he tensed up again. He feels her words burning him to a crisp and doesn’t know how to respond.

Last night she was pulling him and calling him uncle, remembering how he looks like. How is it that in one night she has forgotten about him?

Eddie is depressed. But it doesn’t seem that Wendy is lying and is very serious when she asked him. Immediately he is even more depressed.

He hasn’t changed that much. Why didn’t she recognize him?

She is much more adorable when she is drunk.

“I am Eddie.” Eddie purses the corner of his mouth and looks sad, “Don’t you remember me?”

“Eddie?” Wendy looks dazed.

Not only do we know each other, but I also used to climb up to your window sill almost every day!

Eddie couldn’t believe it, but Wendy’s expression is indeed very pure and didn’t look like she is making it up. But he is still suspecting that she is making it up. He is hoping that she is fooling him.

“Last time we used to play together…” Eddie cautiously describes the past.

Wendy nods, “Oh, are you lending me these clothes? Her body reeks of alcohol. If you don’t mind, let me use your bathroom.”

“… help yourself.” Eddie looks at Wendy picks up the clothes and went into the bathroom. From beginning to the end, she didn’t look at him once. His frustrations turn into bitters.

After all these years of not seeing each other, it should be natural that she doesn’t recognize him.

remember how he looks like? Perhaps

Wendy liked someone else. He was only licking his own wounds. Who would expect that not only his wounds didn’t heal, when they meet again, she has forgotten

shower and selects a small

the mirror to tie her

sees Eddie waiting for her as soon as

without telling her for so many years and she wants him to suffer. All those years when

dressed

nods and follows

is already in the dining room waiting for them. The spread

favorite, Brenda, thanks.” Wendy sees the table full of dishes and

stood one side and is jealous. How come Wendy isn’t that excited when she

she still remembers

remember Brenda but

also feels strange, “Wendy doesn’t remember master? Last time both

it’s too long ago and it’s not a particularly important

a particularly ….

is frozen in place and traumatized by what she just

the dishes that Wendy likes the most to her front. “Come, Wendy, eat more.

picked up the chopsticks and started to eat

mind. He sits opposite her and starts to

with her and tries to make her remember him. He

to despise him serving the eggplant and says, “Who said that I like these? I don’t like

hidden message in this

meant that she can’t

to eat heartily but

murmuring within her. Fuck Eddie, fuck what he likes. She wants so much to eat the eggplant but she has to continue with her

Eddie, she’ll never