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.

can she remember how he looks like? Perhaps she

someone else. He was only licking his own wounds. Who would

shower and selects a small

isn’t in a hurry to go out. She stands by the mirror to tie

enough, she sees Eddie waiting for her as soon as she opens the door. She

her for so many years and she wants him to suffer. All those years when she was upset

her already dressed up and standing before him.

Wendy nods and follows him closely

the dining room waiting for them. The spread is

thanks.” Wendy sees the table

and is jealous. How come Wendy isn’t

she still remembers

you remember Brenda

Last time both

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

a particularly …. Important

and traumatized by what she

most to her front. “Come, Wendy, eat more. It has been a long time since I

hold back.” Wendy picked up the chopsticks and started to eat

stand on ceremony which Eddie didn’t mind. He sits opposite her

stew? Eat more.” Eddie intends to improve the relationship with her and tries to make her remember him. He

and says, “Who said that I like these? I don’t like them for quite a

this but Eddie seems to

can’t remember what she had

to eat heartily but she didn’t

murmuring within her. Fuck Eddie, fuck what he likes. She wants so

she’ll never forget