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 she suddenly remembered last

is lost in his thoughts. That time when he left it was because Wendy liked someone else. He was only licking his own wounds. Who would expect that not only his wounds didn’t heal, when

shower and selects

mirror to tie her hair. She looks at herself

as soon as she opens the door. She smirks

so many years and she wants him to suffer.

dressed up and standing before

and

dining room waiting

my favorite, Brenda, thanks.” Wendy sees the table

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

she

remember Brenda but not me?”

“Wendy doesn’t remember master? Last time both

long ago and it’s not

a particularly

frozen in place and traumatized by

to sit down. She pushes the dishes that Wendy likes the most to her front. “Come, Wendy, eat more. It has been a long time since I cooked for you. You must

the chopsticks and started to eat without asking Eddie to sit down and eat

Eddie didn’t mind. He sits

you love eggplant stew? Eat more.” Eddie intends to improve the relationship with her and tries to make

dodge away? She seems to despise him serving the eggplant and says, “Who said that I like these? I don’t like them for quite a

isn’t any hidden message in this but Eddie seems to sense

that she can’t remember

starts to eat heartily but she didn’t

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

Eddie, she’ll never forget