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.

these years, how can she remember how he looks like? Perhaps she suddenly remembered last night

only licking his own wounds. Who would expect that not only his

a shower and selects a small

to go out. She stands by the mirror to tie her hair. She looks at herself from

as soon as

many years and she wants him to suffer. All those years when she was upset it was enough to bombard

sees her already dressed up and standing before him. His heart skips

and

had already prepared lunch and the food is already in the dining room waiting for

are all my favorite, Brenda, thanks.” Wendy sees the table full of dishes and hugs

side and is jealous. How come Wendy isn’t that excited

on, she still

Brenda but

doesn’t remember master? Last time both of you

carefully and then says, “Maybe it’s too long ago and it’s not a particularly important person, so I must have

a particularly ….

and traumatized by

at Eddie pitifully and then asks Wendy to sit down. She pushes the dishes that Wendy likes the most to her front. “Come, Wendy, eat more. It has been a

picked up the chopsticks and started to eat without asking Eddie to sit down and eat as if she didn’t see

ceremony which Eddie didn’t mind. He sits opposite her and starts

stew? Eat more.” Eddie intends to improve the relationship with

the eggplant and

isn’t any hidden message in this but

meant that she can’t remember what

but she didn’t touch

within her. Fuck Eddie, fuck what he likes. She wants so much to eat the eggplant

Eddie, she’ll