The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

"what happened to you?"

Seeing that her girlfriend's eyes had finally come into focus, Miss Watson leaned closer and asked, "Are you dizzy?"

Michella shook her head but remained silent.

She suddenly realized that she had never done this before. Every time Miss Watson got mad, she couldn't help but respond. This time she tried to be a wooden man to see how long this cow could go crazy alone. Sure enough, the situation was different now.

"then you......"

Miss Watson's expression was a little cautious: "Too tired recently?"

Michelle shook her head and continued to put on an expressionless face, indicating that the other party should experience it himself. Miss Watson was really panicked and hugged her: "What's wrong with you, Mimi? No, baby, baby, please say something! You're making me a little scared!"

"You are also afraid sometimes?" The woman couldn't help but curl her lips: "You were chasing several people in the martial arts arena, and I thought you were not afraid of anything."

"Oh, you really are, don't scare me~~~"

With a flattering expression on her face, Miss Watson picked up her arm and rubbed it again and again. Her pretty face and exaggerated figure were completely lethal. Dr. Heinzwafen was sure that he was struggling wildly on the edge of the urge to hug her and give her a fierce kiss.

But she knew that if she did that, she would be fooled. Miss Watson knew how to use her advantages. If she kissed him, she would not be able to help but do more things, and then she would completely miss this good opportunity. After trying to calm down, Michelle restrained her expression and turned to look at Master Ancient One.

However, the place where the other party was originally located was empty.

"Don't look at her. She just sneaked away." Miss Watson almost lay on top of Michelle, supporting her upper body with her hands, her pink pupils emitting lust: "So why don't we..."

"Sorry, I don't want to do this right now."

Michella put a hand against her.

Silence quickly spread across the water.

As the corners of her mouth and eyebrows calmed down, the two hints of cherry pink in Miss Watson's eyes melted away like fine snow, gradually filling up with uneasiness and helplessness, without any trace of her previous pretense of cuteness.

"Would you mind if I said that your face always reminds me of Mr. Watson? But I do feel this way, especially knowing that he may not come back..." Michelle raised her hand and stroked her girlfriend's delicate jaw with warm and wet fingertips: "How I hope this is only temporary, maybe next week, next month, or even later, he will suddenly appear again."

"But before you and I go to Kamar-Taj..."

"We did, yes, that did happen." The woman sighed and looked away from Miss Watson's face. "Looking back now, I'm afraid it was more due to impulse and the joy of finding you again. But every time I think of Watson... I'm sorry, I thought I could accept it all quickly. Those wonderful magics, Kamar-Taj Arena, snow-capped mountains, and the Sorcerer Supreme distracted me, otherwise I might have had the emotions I'm feeling now."

"So what do you want to say?"

Miss Watson looked at her. "I'm just a bonus after all, right?"

Michella opened and closed her lips and shook her head gently: "No, you know I..."

"You hesitated, Michelle." Miss Watson interrupted her, and at the same time broke free from the fingers on her face and retreated to sit next to her girlfriend. Even Michelle didn't expect that her full name coming out of that mouth would be so surprising. Miss Watson hadn't called herself that for a long time.

Or rather, it was never called that.

And now, in a rare move, Miss Watson no longer turned her eyes upon herself.

She hugged her knees and leaned against the pool wall, her eyes cast forward to the water surface, her calm face seemed to show no emotion, but it was precisely those eyes - the confusion hidden in the light purple pupils, that pierced Michelle's heart like a needle. She had never thought that Miss Watson would show such an expression. The impression of the crazy beauty who was full of playfulness and heartless all day long was now as quiet as a sculpture.

After he stopped smiling, the face completely matched the image of Watson in his mind.

Especially those eyes, flowing with the familiar melancholy that always makes people fall into it, slowly pulling every bit of emotion in. Michelle recalled the question that Master Ancient One asked at the beginning: Is Miss Watson really a psychopath?

Now she wasn't so sure.

It's ironic that in the past I was mostly impatient with Miss Watson because I knew she would pester me, but now I am the cautious person.

"I'm very sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize for. You didn't do anything wrong." Miss Watson continued to hug her knees without looking up. "You can't force someone to like something like this."

"It's not that I don't like you at all, it's just..."

"What's so good about Mr. Watson?"

"Damn it! That's not what I meant! Can't you understand me?" Michelle couldn't help it and grabbed Miss Watson's shoulders: "I didn't even know you existed at first! What do you want me to do? Mr. Watson is gone, and Miss Watson will replace him in the future, and maybe Jessica and Ophelia too. Do you want me to say that? I can't do it!"

"So you didn't do anything wrong!"

Miss Watson pushed the two hands away, stood up from the water and walked out. As soon as she took a step, Michelle hugged her from behind. After leaving the warm spring water, the cold air suddenly brought a chill. Even though the black light body was not afraid of these changes, Miss Watson also noticed the slight heat on her shoulder.

Those are tears.

"I just...can't do it..."

I heard a nearly pleading murmur in my ear, which became intermittent due to sobbing: "We have been through so many things, how do you want me to accept it?! A few days ago, I was developing those photos... one or two of them were all Watson, but the phone call was not connected. I was so scared that he would suddenly disappear... and then it really happened, this damn fate..."

"Just temporarily, okay?" Miss Watson pursed her lips, and the angry words that came to her lips completely changed their taste: "I will find him back, okay? I promise."

......

Thursday, September 9, London.

"Jessica!" Hearing the call, Jessica turned her head towards the gray BMW sedan on the side of the road. Her agent Frey walked over quickly, his face full of excitement, unable to hide at all: "The big star is back! You don't know how hard it has been for us recently. I took great pains to prevent Ted and his gang from issuing a missing person notice!"

"Please be mindful of your appearance, gentleman."

Ms. Drew rolled her eyes and picked up her suitcase: "How's the publicity going?"

"Oh God, I thought you didn't care about any of this."

Frey joked while helping with the luggage: "Most of the radio stations in London are playing your song "Thank You" now. It's on the hit list. Jesse, I'm not exaggerating. The data is in my car. I'll show it to you right away!"

"That's not necessary." Jessica threw the guitar case into the back seat and opened the passenger door herself: "Let's gather the band members. We need to recover as soon as possible. By the way, how is the progress of the album production? It's only been more than half a month..."

"You know it's only been more than half a month. It won't be done so quickly. I'll tell you as soon as there's new progress." Frey smiled and started the car. "But Ted promised that it can be put into production as early as early November. I don't think he's kidding. Haha, Hot Wave Records has really stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. They want to throw this big bomb within this year."

"uh-huh."

"Don't be nervous. There's no need to doubt the quality of your album, Jesse. Everyone who has heard it will think so! Believe me!"

"Okay, just don't turn on the radio."

The last sentence made the agent laugh. After Jessica finished speaking, she supported her head with one hand and began to daze.

Michelle and I are now in a semi-separated state.

In the words of Miss Butterfly Knife, before Mr. Watson "comes back", looking at Miss Watson's face every day will only make her heart more and more sad. This is not just talk. Because of the sparring relationship, the two stayed in Kamar-Taj a few days ago. Miss Watson watched Michelle become a little haggard.

The main thing is that I feel like my spirit has been lowered.

Unfortunately, the problem was with herself, so Miss Watson couldn't offer any companionship or comfort.

Staying like this would be torture, so after finishing the sparring mission, the two immediately returned to London. Miss Butterfly Knife went to continue to work on the previous "return to Hydra" plan with Nisha, while Ms. Jessica Drew continued to make an album and, by the way, let Spider-Woman return to the headlines of London news.

Maybe Baron Otto will receive the message?

Speaking of Nisha…

The princess in distress doesn't know about Mr. Watson's situation yet. Michelle has no intention of telling him, and it is even less likely that Miss Watson herself will speak up.

Let's focus on the album.

Before the official release, it is normal to pick one or two songs from the album for radio stations to play. So far, the lyrical song "Thank You" has performed very well. At least according to the current data, there is no problem in maintaining the popularity until October. Considering Jessica's performance with the band, if one or two more songs are played at the scene, the effect will be even better.

Manager Frey has been busy with this recently. In order to cooperate with the full-throttle rhythm of Hot Records, he is also coordinating the promotion of stage performances. Jessica is not worried about this. "Thank you" is not difficult to play and the melody is not that complicated.

The car drove in silence all the way to the King's Tavern Apartments.

"I'll carry it up myself, thank you."

After saying goodbye to Frey, Jessica carried her luggage, pushed the door open with her foot, and heard a cat's meow.

The short-haired cat Dai Dai jumped off the table and walked closer, but soon stopped. Jessica looked down at the cat cage she was holding and smiled at Dai Dai: "Why, don't you want to meet new friends?"

"hiss--"

There was a panting sound from inside the cage.

Dai Dai shuddered all over, turned around and ran away.