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.

how he looks like? Perhaps she suddenly remembered last

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

takes a shower and

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

sees Eddie waiting for her as soon as she opens the door. She smirks and quickly tidies

left without telling her for so many years and she wants him to suffer. All

already dressed up and standing before him. His heart skips a beat and smiles

nods and

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

Wendy sees the table full of dishes and hugs

stood one side and is jealous. How come

on, she

can you remember Brenda but not me?” Eddie

doesn’t remember master? Last time both of you used to

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

a particularly

in place and traumatized by what she just

Wendy to sit down. She pushes the dishes that Wendy likes the most to her front. “Come,

chopsticks and started to eat without asking Eddie to sit down and eat as if she

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

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

would expect Wendy to 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

in this but Eddie seems

actually meant that she can’t remember what she had

starts to eat heartily but she didn’t touch the

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

little Eddie, she’ll never