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

licking his own wounds. Who would expect that

takes a shower and

changing, Wendy isn’t in a hurry to go out. She stands by the mirror to tie her hair. She looks at herself from the left and right and then walks out

as she opens the door. She

wants him to suffer. All those years when she was upset it was

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

nods and follows

the food is already in the dining room waiting for them. The spread is very sumptuous because Wendy is

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

is jealous. How come Wendy isn’t

she

can you remember Brenda but

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

long ago and it’s not a particularly important person, so I must have

particularly …. Important

in place and

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

ceremony which Eddie didn’t mind.

with her and tries to make her remember him. He serves her some

the eggplant and says, “Who said that I like these? I don’t like them

message in this but Eddie

can’t

heartily but she didn’t touch the plate of

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

Eddie, she’ll