More outrageously, the Headless Big Boss, for whatever reason, actually agreed to my proposal.
In the end, we split up to carry out the plan.
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23:47 Mon, 18 Aug
I hummed a tune while washing the man’s head in the kitchen.
The comments watched this bizarre scene with goosebumps:
[In my opinion, birds of a feather flock together. This Nina is also a dead pervert.]
They had no idea that to my severely nearsighted eyes, I was just washing a hairy black watermelon in my hands.
Suddenly, the “black watermelon” in my hands spoke: “You seem to be in a good mood?”
I frankly said: “Of course! I feel like I’m getting along great with you and your daughter. We’ll definitely clear the mission smoothly.”
The black watermelon stared at me, suddenly grinning eerily yet handsomely:
“You’ll get your wish, Nina.”
I looked at him tenderly… actually I couldn’t see clearly, but never mind these details.
“I still don’t know your name?”
The black watermelon, oh no, the Headless Big Boss suddenly flew his whole head off, perfectly connecting with the body that had just walked out of the bathroom, turning back into that dashingly handsome 6’1” man.
The man seemed to recall something unpleasant, his voice hoarse:
“I don’t have a name. If you’re willing, you can give me one.”
After saying this, the man quickly left, telling me in a low mood that he was going to
sleep in the guest room.
Tsk, this husband is so stingy. Can’t he let me sleep while feeling his abs?
I scratched my head, unable to think of a good name for the moment, so I went back to
the bedroom to keep thinking.
Just as I was pondering, the next second, a pair of pitch–black eyes appeared in my
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blanket, a small face emitting a ghostly glow.
It was like a scene straight out of The Grudge.
Fortunately I couldn’t see clearly, only seeing a blurry white shape.
“Mommy, don’t pay attention to that headless old monster. Tonight, Sissy wants to sleep with Mommy.”
So it was Sissy. I don’t know when she had crawled into my blanket.
I pinched her little face, picked her up into my arms, and gently instructed:
“You can’t call Daddy an old monster. It’ll make him sad.”
Sissy looked at me in confusion, opened her mouth to reveal bloodily bare gums with all the teeth pulled out:
“Hee hee~ But I’m a little monster too. They even call me little vixen and little bitch.”
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