The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

It never stops raining in London.

It's getting bigger and bigger now.

Through the tavern window, Michaela saw the streetlights emitting a slightly hazy light in the rain and fog. The rain did not affect the London residents' interest in having fun, and the tavern was still very lively. The two chose a remote corner on the second floor, but the Blue Anchor Tavern itself was not very large, and it was the peak period, so they could only barely hide in peace.

She turned back and met a pair of pink eyes.

Miss Watson held her chin with one hand and had a charming soft smile on her face. Although her hair covered most of her face, her red lips were eye-catching enough. Not to mention her chest - that's the big killer. An ordinary vest can't cover the deep ravine at all. Even if she wears a jacket outside, it can't stop the occasional glances from around her.

"Is it delicious? Is it delicious? Is it delicious?"

"Ah."

So Miss Watson continued to look at her and laugh.

Like a psychopath.

"Has anyone ever said that you have the ability to easily embarrass others?" Michela put down her fork and took a sip of beer: "Every move and every word you say seems to be trying to attract others' attention, and It’s easy to feel awkward when they don’t want to respond to you.”

"Okay, okay." Miss Watson leaned her upper body back obediently, but soon a look of resentment appeared on her face: "I haven't been alone with you for a long time. I just want to see more of you. Mr. Watson is always with you every time, and it’s not like you don’t know that he usually only lets me out on the bed..."

"Didn't you see enough in the bathroom just now?"

Dr. Heinzwafen wiped his mouth and played with the table knife. With a pinch of his fingers, the knife turned over between his fingers: "I don't want to always have someone chattering around me, and what you are best at is making noise. Or distract me."

"Ah - you dislike me?" Miss Watson's voice rose sharply.

"It's better to say that you always do this to make me feel uncomfortable." Michela looked at her: "Have you never realized it yourself? Or do you just not care? Many times I think you do it on purpose. You actually want to see I look like I'm losing my temper."

"I'm glad you realize that."

Miss Watson tilted her head and spread one hand toward the ceiling: "Don't you think you have more emotions now than before? Sometimes losing your temper can distract your attention, especially when you used to be so absorbed in that kind of emotion. In a depressed and self-destructive state of mind, I have to find a way, don't I? Mr. Watson is not suitable for this, so only I can do it."

"You are indeed pretending."

"No!" Miss Watson patted the table, with a look of hatred on her face: "Didn't you hear what Mr. Watson said? I'm just like this!"

"That's part of the pretense, isn't it?"

"I..." Miss Watson's voice paused, and she keenly caught her girlfriend's little expression. She pursed her lips and reached out to tap her: "Harry Potter - how dare you use my Spell against me!"

"Who is Harry Potter?"

"A little genius magician."

Miss Watson waved her hand: "That's not important. He will eventually find that the Glock pistol is easier to use than the wand."

"So your magician friends..."

Michela thought about her words: "Do you think of them the same way?"

"Um... Strictly speaking, it's not the same thing." Miss Watson thought of One Punch Man, Ms. Yao, and couldn't help but sigh: "Although learning magic requires more time than learning to use a gun, and it depends more on talent. , but in the hands of someone who truly meets these two conditions, magic will become very scary. If you have the opportunity to see her take action, you will understand that this is not a gap that bullets and cannonballs can make up."

"she?"

"She's the boss of my magician friends, a smelly old woman."

At this point, Miss Watson suddenly covered her mouth and looked around guiltily: "No, you can't say bad things about her, maybe she will hear it and then rush out and beat my ass. Aren't you wondering why I'm so crazy? Part of the reason is that she always liked to hit me on the head!"

After saying that, she stared at the non-existent figure next to her girlfriend, and suddenly made gestures with her hands and repeated: "Then spank me!"

"You never said that."

Dr. Heinz Waffen became interested.

"It all started when she kidnapped me..." Miss Watson said, then suddenly stopped: "Forget it, this is not the right place to talk about this. I will take you to see her later. She shouldn't be able to Would you mind getting acquainted with you? After all, her future successor will most likely be a doctor as well."

"Can doctors also learn magic?"

"Oh my dear, there is no occupation required to learn magic. Plumbers can learn it. Well... you can understand it this way. Learning this thing is similar to learning medicine. Both require a solid foundation and time to absorb and apply. As for some very People with talent can shorten this process to a certain extent..."

At this moment, a voice joined in very uninterestedly: "Hi! Two ladies!"

Three young men came over with wine glasses. They were so drunk that they almost moved their hands. The leader has tattoos all over his neck, and he looks very social at first glance: "It's so romantic tonight, don't you two feel lonely?"

"Sorry, we don't want to be disturbed."

Miss Watson vocally refused, but this did not make the men back down. The two sides exchanged some words back and forth. Michelle could not help but give her girlfriend a look at first: "Are you going to do it or am I going to do it?"

"You are interested in?"

Just after she finished speaking, Miss Watson saw the sharp look in Michela's eyes, and then she remembered the cruel way she treated men, and quickly shook her head and stood up: "Forget it, I'll do it... Hey! Mr. Guys! How about we play a few games of darts?"

"Darts game?"

The guy with the tattooed neck raised his eyebrows and looked at his companion. His expression was clearly what he wanted: "No problem, but we want to do something exciting, like..."

"For example, if I play against the three of you by myself, and I lose a small round and have a drink, it's up to you to decide what to drink. As for you...how about taking off a piece of clothing when you lose a round?" Miss Watson pretended to be slightly embarrassed. With a drunken look, he twisted his waist and showed a charming smile, and continued to lure the prey to the bait: "Are you ready? Do you want to bet more?"

"Whoa - really?"

"of course."

Click!

The movement naturally comes from Michela.

She had never seen Miss Watson treat a man like this before. She didn't pay attention to her finger movements for a moment and let the table knife hit the table directly. The next moment, the woman held the knife again with an expressionless face and crossed her legs.

"Huh -?" Miss Watson kept stealing glances at her girlfriend. When she saw this, she immediately came over and squatted beside her with a smile: "Are you jealous of Dr. Heinz Waffen?"

"My hand just slipped."

Michela said expressionlessly: "If you want to play, just go and play."

"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." After kissing her girlfriend's face, Miss Watson adjusted her bangs to make sure the upper half of her face was covered, and then led the three eager men downstairs.

Then within two minutes there were cheers.

Dr. Heinz Waffen, who was upstairs, hesitated for a moment, then quietly raised his head and saw Miss Watson grabbing a glass of vodka and pouring it into her mouth, causing the surrounding customers to applaud. As for the three men, they were still high-fiving each other to celebrate, with triumphant smiles on their faces.

The woman rolled her eyes and pulled her head back.

There was another burst of cheers from below.

The noisy movement lasted for more than ten minutes, and then formed a wave of screams and shouts. Miss Watson stood nearby, holding the winning money in her hand. As for the three men, they were naked and surrounded by customers, with their hands covering their crotches, their faces flushed from holding back, and they stood awkwardly.

Forget it, women mostly look at them teasingly; while some men even give them ambiguous looks, the meaning of which is very clear. This made them even more embarrassed and angry, and they couldn't get angry on the spot. As for the other side of the game, they decisively took advantage of the focus of the crowd to sneak away.

"I guess we should go?"

Seeing Miss Watson running up, Michelle still had no expression on her face and waved the check in her hand at her: "You hurt them badly tonight. People don't have any sense when they are drunk. If you continue to stay here Here, I might have to fight those three guys later, although I don’t care.”

"Sure, let's go."

Miss Watson took her straight to the downstairs exit: "I don't have legal status now, so I can't be noticed by the police for this kind of thing."

The process of leaving was not hindered, and the two quickly walked onto the Thames River Walk. Although the rain in the night sky was still falling, it was much lighter than before. Neither Miss Watson nor Michela were the type who liked holding umbrellas. They were used to getting wet on the battlefield, so they simply walked in the light rain.

The two hands were held together, and the rain was pattering.

The Thames River in the rain presents a different scene. Under the lights on the riverside, it looks more quiet and distant - very suitable for a secret meeting of young lovers. Miss Watson didn't pay attention to the river. She had a bad smile on her face and focused all her attention on her girlfriend: "I saw your little expression just now. Doctor Heinzwafen, are you jealous?"

"Did I?"

As she said that, Michela suddenly pulled her into her arms: "Yes, I do."

Snapped!

After being hit hard on the butt, Miss Watson trembled and put her little hand on her girlfriend's chest to pretend to resist: "Don't be here... We haven't gone very far. What if they catch up?" ?”

"Then I'll kill them."

The woman pushed her lower body against the stone fence on the right, opened her mouth and bit her. Miss Watson endured it obediently. Anyway, the human bite force could no longer damage her skin. Michela continued to nibble for a while before stopping with a slight breath: "Don't you really want to see me lose my composure? Huh? Miss Watson, you succeeded, now I really want to kill a few people to vent, or do you have a better solution? "

"Hiss...did you drink too much just now?"

"I'm not drunk."