chapter 6

Even more outrageous, the Beheaded Big Boss-who knows what he was thinking-actually agreed to my suggestion.

In the end, we split up to act separately.

I was in the kitchen, washing the man’s head while humming a tune.

The Danmaku watched this Eerie scene, goosebumps rising:

[If you ask me, birds of a feather flock together. Ning Nian is a total psycho too.]

How could they know, for someone as nearsighted as me, what I was really washing was just a Black-skinned Watermelon with hair.

Suddenly, the “Black-skinned Watermelon” in my hands spoke: “You’re in a good mood?”

I admitted, “Of course! I think I get along really well with you and your daughter. I’m sure we’ll clear the level smoothly.”

The Black-skinned Watermelon stared at me, then suddenly grinned-a smile both Eerie and handsome:

“You will get what you wish for, Ning Nian.”

I gazed at him gently… though honestly, I couldn’t see clearly, but let’s not worry about those details.

“I still don’t know your name?”

The Black-skinned Watermelon-oh, no, the Beheaded Big Boss-suddenly had his whole head fly off, perfectly attaching to the body that had just walked out of the bathroom, transforming back into that strikingly handsome six-foot-two man.

He seemed to recall something unpleasant, his voice hoarse:

“I don’t have a name. If you want, you can give me one.”

After saying this, he quickly left, telling me in a low mood that he’d sleep in the guest room.

Tsk, what a stingy husband. Can’t he just let me sleep with his abs?

I scratched my head, unable to think of a good name for the moment, so I went back to my room to keep pondering.

Just as I was thinking, the next second, a pair of pitch-black eyes appeared under my covers, a little face glowing eerily.

It was like a scene straight out of The Grudge.

Luckily, I couldn’t see clearly-just a blurry white shadow.

“Mommy, don’t pay attention to that Beheaded Big Boss tonight. Sisi wants to sleep with Mommy.”

So it was Sisi. I had no idea when she crawled into my bed.

I pinched her little face and pulled her into my arms, gently instructing:

“You can’t call Daddy a monster. He’ll be sad.”

Sisi looked at me in confusion, opened her mouth, revealing a bloody, toothless grin:

“Hehe~ But I’m a little monster too. They call me Little Vixen and Little Bitch.”