chapter 5
Unexpectedly, in the next second, the man raised his hand and suddenly attached the head he was holding onto his neck.
Then he leaned in close to me, his cold and devilish image completely gone, his voice tinged with an inexplicable grievance:
“I’m short? I’m a solid one eighty-six centimeters, why don’t you take a closer look?”
These days, even Eerie, as long as they’re male, care about their height!
“Ning Nian, I advise you to take a good look.”
The man suddenly called my name, and his voice was so pleasant that my heart thumped wildly.
While yanking his tie to pull him fully onto me, I coyly murmured:
“I can’t see clearly, come closer.”
Staring at his handsome face, now magnified right in front of me, I secretly rejoiced:
Thank goodness, this damned horror game only cares about Horror Value, not heart rate.
Otherwise, I’d be dead for sure.
Seeing the man remain silent, I worried he was angry, so I immediately nodded with starry eyes and flattered him:
“Wow! You’re one eighty-six, I’m one sixty-six, the cutest height difference ever-we’re truly a match made in heaven!”
The man in a suit flushed bright red, just about to speak.
The next second, the Bloody Dress Lolita, who had just finished reassembling her bones, rushed over and kicked the man up to the ceiling, where he couldn’t pry himself off.
Then, Little Lolita looked at me innocently, pressed her face to mine, her eyes moist:
“Mama, Sisi, hungry, food.”
Who could possibly resist that!
I immediately rummaged through the fridge for ingredients, squinting with delight as I bustled off to cook for Little Lolita… and my husband.
My cooking skills are no joke-the father and daughter duo licked their bowls and plates spotless.
When I went to shower in the bathroom, I seemed to overhear their father-daughter chat:
“Sisi, actually, keeping this woman around is fine. Her cooking is pretty good.”
“But, Daddy, when those two come back tomorrow, they’ll explode if they find out we don’t eat their food anymore.”
“You call that food? If they dare question it, I’ll kill them first.”
“Okay, I’ll keep watch for you.”
After my shower, I sensibly claimed the master bedroom, sneaking my head out from under the covers to see that shadow still sitting motionless on the sofa.
So, I gently began to show off my domestic skills:
“Honey, how about you go shower in the bathroom, and I’ll wash your hair for you in the kitchen? It’ll be faster that way.”
Danmaku: [What kind of devilish suggestion is this?]