The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Miss Watson stayed with Michelle for three days, and almost complied with her every request, even if it meant complying with her wishes to visit that extremely terrible museum. In fact, Miss Butterfly Knife's ultimate goal was the souvenir shops in the museum, which could be said to be perfect replicas of the ancient utensils in the collection.

Modern replicas are.

It also has a micro motor for vibration.

Honestly, human history is replete with cases of shameful sexual exploits driven by the pursuit of physical pleasure. Only Black Light's body was immune to abuse; otherwise, it wouldn't have withstood repeated attempts at play. The two of them were practically back to the days of their first meeting. Miss Watson was the one feeling wronged, while Dr. Heinzwafen was the one who felt satisfied. But for the former, it wasn't particularly wronged...

I just feel like my girlfriend is becoming more and more perverted.

......Isn’t it because of what I’m used to?

On the last day, Miss Watson took the time to take Michelle back to London. After all, there was no need to escort large items such as the incubator. The two of them could go back and forth directly through the portal created by the Kamar-Taj wizard, saving a lot of travel costs.

Prague had a long history of supernatural events, and many wizards had visited the area. It wasn't difficult for Master Wang to contact one willing to open the door. However, as a price, Miss Watson secretly helped Master Wang install a state-of-the-art television set with a rooftop antenna.

It's only because Master Wang's nest is not in Kamar-Taj, otherwise the Ancient One would not allow him to do so. This guy's lifestyle in the movies and TV series is quite home-bound, either reading books or watching TV dramas. This request is in line with his usual style.

"It's done!"

It was a rare opportunity to pick up her old job. Miss Watson quickly adjusted the equipment and the news channel appeared on the TV screen.

"Excellent!"

Master Wang smiled, a rare expression on his face. "What's the program?"

"Technically, it's illegal for you to watch these programs because you haven't paid for them."

Miss Watson dusted off her hands. "I suggest you make some friends and ask them to do you a big favor, so big that they're willing to cover your line and transfer it. Then you can just pay the fees directly to them, or I can help you find a service provider."

"Just set it up. I can handle this. If I really can't figure it out, I'll come to you later." Master Wang was very confident in himself. He filled a plate with potato chips, grabbed a bottle of fat otaku happy water and sat on the sofa.

Leaving the cheerful Master Wang behind, Miss Watson walked out the door holding Michelle's hand.

Returning to London naturally requires a fixed schedule.

The two went to Carter Manor to visit Ms. Peggy and her baby girl Angela, who had been raised by her for more than a month. With such a lovely baby by her side, Ms. Peggy's mental state continued to improve and she has completely adapted to the role of a parent.

In other words, the role of a mother.

Peggy was already preparing to formally adopt the baby girl. After all, Angela's stay in Kamar-Taj was temporary, and leaving was inevitable. But upon hearing the news, even the stoic plate-armored melee mage broke down in tears. It was a truly unpleasant scene.

Due to his status, he naturally couldn't visit.

The rule of Kamar-Taj is secrecy. Unless absolutely necessary, one should try to hide one's whereabouts.

Revealing one's identity is even more unacceptable.

Even Miss Watson, with her privileged freedom of movement, would not mention such things.

In any case, this is the best outcome for Angela. Ms. Peggy really loves this little girl and can provide her with a good life. Compared with the tragic environment in Raccoon City, Angela has won at the starting line at a young age.

Miss Watson felt more and more that it was the right decision to bring her here.

Thinking of this, she collected her thoughts and continued to concentrate on driving.

"You're not still angry, are you?" Michelle, sitting in the passenger seat, had a blanket on her knees to prevent the pet from damaging her stockings. She played with the kitten for a while, glanced at the road ahead, and then turned to look at Miss Watson. "Okay, I know I've been a little too much these past few days..."

"A little over a point?"

"Well, that's a bit too much..."

Michelle couldn't help laughing. She wrapped Wowo in a blanket, lifted her legs wrapped in black stockings and placed them on Miss Watson's hips. Then she turned Wowo's little face towards the driver's seat and said, "Did you hear that? Your master is very unhappy. She won't punish us, will she?"

"Meow~~~~" Wowo was very worried. He remembered that a similar scene happened half an hour ago. Then, Master No. 1 and Master No. 2 had a fight in this big moving box. The whole box shook left and right for a long time before it slowly calmed down. Are the two masters going to fight again now?

"This is the last pair of stockings in the car." Miss Watson turned her head expressionlessly, her eyes fixed on the edge of the windshield, not even on Michelle's face. "Are you thinking of doing this because the distance is short? Or are you planning to get out of the car bare-legged? Or are you going to attract the police again?"

"Wow, you have a tough mouth."

The woman blinked and slowly retracted her legs. "I love you like this. When we get to the room, I'll try it again to see if it's still this hard."

The two of them bickered and soon arrived at their destination.

"I told her she didn't need to be at the door."

Seeing the figure holding the baby at the entrance of the house, Miss Watson was a little amused.

"Nobles have their own rules, not those of commoners like us. Every time Nisha goes to the hall, people kneel down before her." Michelle said as she adjusted her skirt, which had been exposed by her actions earlier, and handed WoWo over: "You hold it."

"Why don't you hold it?"

Miss Watson frowned. "Which of us is not wearing stockings?"

"Your boots are longer than mine."

"...Okay." Miss Watson turned off the engine, applied the parking brake, hugged the black cat, opened the door, and stepped out of the gray SUV. She was still wearing her gothic dress today. Her angelic face was meticulously embellished, with flawless, snow-white skin as the backdrop. The dark eyeshadow and lips were striking, as if a face had been desecrated by sin.

Taboo yet fascinating.

When the face shows the slightest expression, this perfect sculpture will instantly come alive. If a pair of wings were added, it would be enough to make every sincere Christian feel guilty.

Michelle has sighed about this countless times.

As long as Miss Watson didn't make any expression and stood there, she had the illusion that she wasn't alive. After all, how could a living person be as perfect as a sculpture? At this moment, Miss Watson was holding the kitten, her face slightly lowered, which made her face look even more seductive.

Even though I have tasted it countless times, I am still deeply addicted and cannot extricate myself. I want to have more, especially when I encounter a short separation. This feeling will become stronger - under the bed, when we are lingering, in every possible place, in the next inch of time that is about to pass, we will be a pair of lovers who can never be separated, and completely immerse ourselves in the suffocating cold.

Until they become one.

...Why would I have such a thought?

Do I want Watson to eat me?

"...Vosa!"

The little baby girl was in Peggy's arms, babbling and reaching out to Miss Watson.

The shout interrupted Michela's thoughts.

"Oh~~~~Look, she still remembers you!"

Paige walked closer, holding Angela in her arms. She looked up at Miss Watson's outfit and couldn't stop smiling. "I'm afraid this is the only word Angela has spoken since we met. I always say there's a special connection between you two... Oh my God! Is that a cat? When did you get it?"

"Yes, its name is WoWo, a little female cat over one year old." Michelle picked up the kitten. WoWo was not afraid at all towards Peggy and Angela in front of her. She opened her big curious eyes and tilted her little head slightly to one side. This cute look immediately amused the little baby girl.

"Well, actually, we're thinking that we're going on a long trip soon, and we can't find anyone to help take care of Wowo, so..." Miss Watson handed the little black cat over, but before she could finish her words, she was interrupted by Peggy: "No problem, I have plenty of room for a cat here, I like it. Your name is Wowo, right? Hi! I'm Peggy!"

"Meow~~~"

"Okay, I'm sure it likes me too."

"That's great."

Miss Watson ignored Angela's calls: "I was worried you wouldn't want to."

"I'd be happy for you two to move in."

Peggy gave me a look of reproach: "You are the only ones in London who would come to visit me."

"Considering your current appearance, it's really not easy to see those old friends again. They might suspect you've become a vampire." Miss Watson saw that Angela was about to cry, and finally couldn't stand Peggy's gaze. She came over and exchanged the kitten with her, then held the baby girl in her arms. "Are you satisfied?"

"Wo...sa!"

Angela was happy.

"... Watson."

"Wo! Sa!"

"...As long as you're happy." Miss Watson rolled her eyes, not wanting to hide from the other person's chubby hands on her face, and walked back into the house. Michelle followed behind with the bag, leaning close to her ear and whispering, "Are we really not staying here for the night?"

"Why? Do you miss that bed or your maid Watson making you breakfast?"

"I want them all."

"Oh, woman."

......

Thursday, March 3, Vesárníko, Bosnia-Herzegovina border.

Several military trucks drove in from the Southwest Highway one after another. The damp, cold wind blew through the windows, but it didn't affect Ophelia's enjoyment of her cigar. She looked at the city ahead and was about to sigh when she heard a sudden explosion.

"They've started it again."

Sarovich gripped the steering wheel and glanced at the rearview mirror: "It's always like this."

"Have the injured from last night been taken care of?"

"Everything is handled, ma'am. You've returned just in time. This was undoubtedly an attack. If we don't respond strongly, I'm afraid the Serbs and Muslims will go even further. After all, they're certain you've left this place."

"It doesn't matter. Those two guys won't live long."

Ophelia exhaled a puff of smoke: "Let's get this done quickly. I'm not afraid of any trouble."