The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

A completely different person.

Ding ding ding ding......

A homemade spray can was shaken up and down in Michela's hand, and with a few squeaks, the ghost's butt was coated with a layer of light yellow foam. Immediately afterwards, the woman held a strangely shaped slender knife and cleaned the area around the wound like shaving. But some of the foam had seeped into the wound, and the ghost trembled in pain, and his two gluteus maximus muscles bulged hard.

"(German) Watson, can you do me a favor?"

"Ah? What for?"

Watson, who was looking at the temporary operating table in a daze, blinked and found that Michela raised her head at some point: "Please help me hold down the ghost's butt, this guy is too shaky."

"Oh okay."

Watson thought for a moment, picked up a pair of sterile gloves from the table, put them on, and then put his hand on the ghost's butt. But to be honest, he was a little nervous now because he had never touched a man's butt in his life. Although it was necessary for surgery, it still felt a little weird after all. Seeing Watson raising his hands and making no move, Michela cast a questioning look: "What's wrong?"

"...It's okay, can I press here?"

"It will be all right."

"So what did you spray just now?" Watson put his hand down and started asking questions.

"My homemade medicine, well... strictly speaking, it is a mixture of Umbrella formula, which can inhibit infection while promoting wound healing. Oh, it also comes with an injection, which I have always wanted to find. Give it a try." The woman flicked the blade and said lightly: "Thank you Ghost for giving me the opportunity."

The ghost didn't understand German, but after feeling an extra pair of hands on his butt, he quickly realized what was about to happen. However, Michela's movements were a little faster. The slender knife rotated twice on the fingertips and accurately penetrated into the wound. This action was like a nurse inserting a needle into the butt. Watson could see it clearly. The blade of a few centimeters long was at least two-thirds of the way in.

"Hold."

Michela first poured the solution from a test tube into the wound, then held the handle of the knife and pulled it horizontally. The next second, the ghost's whole body twitched as if he had been electrocuted. Watson's weight is not enough, but fortunately this "operating table" has a lot of hollow designs, and several tentacles extend from the wrist, firmly holding the palm of the hand. Michela then took the second and third blows, and even took time to play with the tentacles.

Pfft!

A small stream of brownish-yellow liquid mixed with blood splashed out.

Did I press too hard?

"Infection, pus, I knew it..."

After glancing at Michela who was talking to herself, Watson decided to remain silent. Miss Butterfly Knife was not affected at all. She elegantly put on a pair of curved tweezers, stirred the half-enlarged wound for more than ten seconds, and finally pulled out a small piece of copper-yellow metal: "You said the warhead has been taken out, look. What do you think this is? Huh?"

"Ho—! Ho—cough cough cough!!!!"

The ghost on the operating table gasped hard, hoping to relieve some pain. He was sweating all over now. If someone who didn't know the situation heard the noise, they might think that a pregnant woman was giving birth here. Michela moved quickly, sucking away the pus, cutting off a small part of the infected area, inserting an alcohol cotton swab, and quickly treated the entire wound while the ghost groaned miserably. However, after all this was done, the woman still seemed a little dissatisfied. She looked left and right at the ghost's butt, and her eyes gradually focused on a certain part.

"(English) Ghost, your hemorrhoids look worse, why not..."

"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Before he finished speaking, the ghost made a panicked cry like a fat pig about to be slaughtered. He couldn't move, he could only shake his head desperately, and he looked a bit like a fish that couldn't escape from people's hands. Seeing that Michela really planned to start another game, Watson couldn't help it: "Bertha, how about forget it? I don't want to disturb your interest, but you know, I, uh, um, I really don't want to Break a man’s ass off.”

"Of course, it's up to you."

Michela simply gave up. After untying the nylon belt that bound the ghost, he turned around to clean the knife: "Thank you for your help. Please ask Beltway if he is willing to take care of his good brother. I don't plan to give ghost a hand every day." Change the dressing, and wait for him to pee and poop. If the fat man is really too lazy to do it, we will ask Luper how to deal with it."

"Ok."

Watson stood up and walked towards the door, but just after taking two steps, he felt his pants were pulled. The ghost raised his head hard, his eyes filled with pitiful eyes. The meaning of this look is very obvious, and you can understand it at once:

Please don't go.

Forget it, kill the whole family and send the Buddha back to the west. Watson sat down again and waited until Michela finished packing her things and left, then he knocked on the door of Luper's room.

"so be it."

After hearing Watson explain the situation, Luper sneered twice: "Haha, these two bastards have caused such a big trouble, shouldn't they take care of each other? Tell Beltway not to worry about me, he didn't It’s your choice! Forget it, I’ll tell him personally later that I won’t bother you anymore. You’ve been busy all night, so go and rest.”

"Row."

Watson nodded: "I have one more thing."

"what's up?"

"Look at my eyes."

As he spoke, Watson moved his face closer and pointed at his eyes. Luper didn't think much and leaned his face closer. Because she had just taken a shower, the woman's body covered with a bath towel smelled of roses. Her blow-dried hair was draped on one side, looking a little lazy: "Let me see. Your eyes? What happened to your beautiful eyes?"

"Did you see murderous intent?"

"what?"

"Killing intent." Watson crossed his arms with a serious expression: "Hobber talked to me before, and he said that he saw the feeling of killing someone in my eyes. You know? It's the kind of thing that soldiers do on the battlefield. With the experience honed in the past, you can tell at a glance how many lives this person has on his hands..."

Kalena said nothing, her eyes became very serious.

But it was only serious for a few seconds.

"laugh......"

The woman grinned and couldn't help laughing. Watson blinked and watched as the collar of the other party's bathrobe slid to both sides and reached his shoulders. But Luper had no intention of stopping. He put his left hand on his hips and his right hand on his forehead. The snow-white ravine on his chest was shaking up and down as his body was shaking, and it was still getting longer, so Watson had to turn his face away.

"That bastard is just bluffing you, don't be fooled by him, you are very kind." The French wife smiled enough and reached out to pinch Watson's face: "How can you see this in your eyes? At least Hobo was right. The thing is, you look like a young high school student, no threat at all. If my daughter looks as good-looking as you in the future, I will really thank God."

......

woo-

With a heart-wrenching resonance of the water pipes, the shower head finally stopped spraying water, and the only sound left in the bathroom was the sound of water drops hitting the floor. Watson pushed his hair back, walked to the mirror and picked up the towel. As a high-density material, the surface of Black Light's body does not retain water like human skin. The water, including hair, can naturally evaporate quickly when wet. But that doesn't mean Watson's skin is dry to the touch, according to Miss Butterfly Knife...

That feeling is very strange.

I walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe. It was already early morning, and the cool and moist breeze blew towards my body from the window, mixed with the gentle sound of swaying palm branches and leaves. It was a treat, and he was grateful that he hadn't lost such an important feeling. After calming down, everything that happened before slowly came to mind, especially the faces of those children. He wanted to forget it, but it was counterproductive. Although the overall mood could not be said to be very uncomfortable, those scenes would appear occasionally.

Like a broken television, it jumps channels every now and then.

Watson wished he could fall asleep immediately.

However, if you want to achieve this effect now, you can only try to shoot it in the head.

Michela was lying on the bed reading a book, wearing only a tank top and underwear, and the blush on her cheeks had not completely subsided. It had only been a few days, but her whole body had already begun to show the unique charm of a mature woman. How much does a girl change when she becomes a woman? Watson actually had doubts about this before, after all, he did have no experience, but now he believes that the old story still has some truth. You know, Michela has always been the kind of "three-no girl" who has a paralyzed face, doesn't like to talk, has no emotions and expressions when speaking, but now she is too normal.

Even when I was addicted to surgery before, I could take some time to flirt with myself...wait a minute, does this count as training someone? Watson felt a little guilty inexplicably. Until they were disturbed by the disappearance of the ghost duo, the two of them had indeed stayed in the room during this period. From a certain point of view, it seemed that they had almost adapted to each other. .

In every sense.

"finished Wash?"

Seeing Watson coming out, Michela glanced up and then looked back. Watson glanced at the book. It had a red background with gold letters on the cover, and a large and exquisite portrait. Then those letters were connected...

"Romanian Vampire Legend".

Done!

What is she doing looking at this?

Watson slowly climbed onto the bed and lay next to Michela. Several tentacles stretched out from the bathrobe to cause trouble, causing the woman to chuckle: "You want another round? Do you really want me to lie down all day? Please , I also want to go shopping with you in the afternoon."

"Really? Where to go?"

"Anywhere will do." Michela put down the book, turned over and pushed Watson down: "I'm getting tired of this hotel. How about we go to the beach in the afternoon? Last time I went there with Luper and the others. , the seafood barbecue is delicious, and we can also find a shallow beach with few people to play. Don’t you want to see me wearing a swimsuit? Or... let’s go shopping in a store? Whatever it is.”

"Oh, Miss Butterfly Knife, I remember you didn't have this hobby before."

"No, I do."

Michela slowly approached Watson's face and whispered: "It happened a long, long time ago."

"Really? Doctor pervert?"

"Why do you always talk like this?" The woman touched her lips a few times with her fingers and slowly rubbed Watson's cheek: "I think you are cuter when you don't speak. Every time you make a sound, it's like this It's a sarcastic feeling, you know? I've wanted to kick your ass more than once..."

"Oh, woman, you think beautifully."

"Let's try, no one else here will know..." The gradually hot breath moved from the cheek to the ear: "I want to hear you beg for mercy..."

"stop."

Watson put his hand on Michela's forehead, held her in silence for a while, and finally sighed deeply: "You are diverting my attention again, right?"

"Ruper told me that you were very silent on the way back from the slums." Michela kissed the corner of Watson's lips gently, and then buried her head in his chest: "I have been to the slums, and I know what it will do for you. What surprises have you prepared? You haven’t taken the initiative to mention it to me since you came back. I think you don’t want to tell me, or you are not used to talking to others, so you can only do this. And... didn’t you do the same before? You’re very devoted... aren’t you?”

"......OK, thanks."

Without saying another word, Watson silently continued to hug Miss Butterfly Knife. Women smell very clean, which may be due to their professional habits. Michela is the most obviously mysophobic member of the entire wolf pack. For Watson's nose, this smell can bring a sense of security. It may be absurd to describe it, but he does feel more comfortable and calm at the moment. Watson couldn't help but think of a classic story, which said that soldiers always find some way to vent after a battle, and finding a partner is one of the top priority options.

There is always some truth to the old story.