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

liked someone else. He was only licking his own wounds. Who would expect that not only his

a shower and selects a

mirror to tie her hair. She looks at herself

as soon as she opens the door.

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

stands up as he sees her already dressed

and follows him

is already in the dining room waiting for

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

is jealous. How come

she still

remember Brenda but not me?” Eddie

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

troubled and ponders carefully and then says, “Maybe it’s too long ago

particularly

is frozen in place and traumatized by what she

Eddie pitifully and then asks Wendy to sit down. She pushes the dishes that Wendy likes the most to her front. “Come, Wendy, eat

won’t hold back.” Wendy picked up the chopsticks and started to eat

didn’t stand on ceremony which Eddie didn’t mind.

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

despise him serving the eggplant and says, “Who said

any hidden message in this but Eddie

actually meant that she can’t remember what

to eat heartily but she didn’t

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

little Eddie, she’ll never