The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Nothing is interesting.

Blowing the night breeze, Jessica returned to the King's Tavern Apartment, threw the clothes that were soiled by the fanatical fans on the floor, and lay naked on the sofa by the window. What made her depressed was not this trivial matter, but the fact that Spider-Woman's battle suit was also soiled, and she had to wash it secretly by hand.

Lazy, so annoying.

Ms. Drew began to practice her magnetic beam, pulling the spoon from the table. The little black cat looked curious and pounced on it to catch it. The man and the cat played like this for more than ten minutes. It began to drizzle outside the window again. The wind, carrying moisture, disturbed the curtains and blew against Jessica's naked waist.

She turned halfway over, her slender and enchanting curves were extremely attractive, but in this room, probably only the cat had the privilege of appreciating them. But the little guy had already fallen asleep, his furry body curled up in front of Jessica, occupying only a small area on the sofa.

Leaving a kiss on the cat's head, Jessica left the sofa and walked into the bedroom. She rarely used this bed, and only used it when Michelle was here. If it was like this, it might remain the same for a whole month.

Even the quilt was not made.

It was still in the same position that Michelle had been lying in last time.

Jessica slowly sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out to turn over the sheet on one side of the pillow.

She remembered the scene at noon that day. It was raining outside the window. She had prepared lunch, but Miss Butterfly Knife was still sleeping in. Ms. Drew had to sit by the bed and kiss her several times until she woke her up. The pure cotton fabric felt a little rough, but when compared with her girlfriend's skin, it would bring a very strange effect.

Often, it is only at such times that one can appreciate Michelle's relaxed state without any guard, much like a lazy cat. She would half-open her eyes, cast a look mixed with a little grievance, and then slowly straighten her body, accompanied by an alluring throat sound, and stretch her waist.

......Anyway, that lunch ended up being delayed for quite a long time.

Calm down, Ms. Drew.

Your girlfriend just wants some quiet time for a few days, she doesn't really want to break up.

She will text you.

Time passed slowly as she tossed and turned. Jessica finally sighed and went to the bathroom to fill the bathtub and washbasin with water, then dragged her pile of dirty clothes in. In most environments where there are no simple tools, the tentacles can fully play a multifunctional role, such as acting as a rack to hang clothes and fully unfold them, then rolling up the shower head to spray water on the dirty places, and then having an accomplice to apply detergent, Ms. Drew just needs to pinch the brush and make a squeak.

After hanging the clothes, Jessica maintained the guns. She was busy until the early morning, then she curled up in the weapons room and turned on the radio. She bought this thing from the arms black market, and it was equipped with an FM device to eavesdrop on the police communication channel.

Next to the radio was a pile of briefings, all featuring Spider-Woman. Jessica had intervened in at least five sudden cases in broad daylight during this period. Although they were all robberies and thefts, they were enough to show her presence in front of the media.

No wonder Spider-Man does this.

Having clear information to point to is much more efficient than wandering around randomly.

......Although I do enjoy wandering around more.

"Finally it's your turn, little darling." Jessica sat back on the sofa, picked up the sleeping black cat and kissed it twice, pinching its ears: "Pets must go to the hospital for examination and evaluation according to regulations. The doctor will most likely give you injections and medication, understand? You will have a certificate by then."

"......Meow?"

"I just don't know how much it will cost. I heard it's quite expensive..."

"Meow?"

hum-

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

Seeing Michelle's name on the screen, Jessica snapped the phone into her palm with a magnetic beam. But after pressing the answer button, she paused for a few seconds before saying, "I was just wondering when you would call me."

A clear exhalation sound came from the speaker. After a period of silence, a familiar voice finally sounded: "Are you in room 3309?"

"of course."

"Open the door."

It was not until she stood up and took two steps that Jessica remembered that she was still holding the little cutie in her left hand, so she turned around and put the cat back on the sofa.

Take two more steps.

Wait, put on some underwear first, where is my T-shirt...

Click!

The light from the corridor entered the room through the widening crack in the door, revealing the figure of Miss Butterfly Knife. She was wearing a black motorcycle suit, with her face backlit, making her blue eyes look particularly cold. Her short hair, which was asymmetrical on both sides, only revealed the relatively intact side of her face, which was very cool.

"I thought you were out to get justice. You've been making quite a fuss these past few days." Michelle had no intention of making eye contact with his girlfriend standing at the door. He walked in directly and saw the little black cat on the sofa. He immediately frowned and said, "Can't you just put it in a cage?"

"Pets are not guinea pigs, honey."

Jessica closed the door and reached out to take Michelle's coat: "It does have a cage though."

"Then put it in."

Miss Butterfly Knife said as she began to untie her belt, turning her head to glance at her girlfriend: "At least I don't want to see it running around this morning."

Ms. Drew said nothing more, and rolled up the little black cat with her tentacles, stuffed it into the cage, and covered it with a towel. The little guy immediately scratched the cage and made worried noises, especially when he heard a series of noises coming from outside the cage, he knew that his owner must have been fighting with the intruder.

Unfortunately, the little black cat couldn't see the fighting at all because of the towel. He kept calling for a while, but heard the noise of the fighting outside getting farther and farther away. He hid in the corner, curled up his body, and began to wait anxiously.

Hope the master wins.

For a kitten, such a long time is too tormenting, but being able to survive alone in Gotham City, the little guy will of course adapt quickly. It uses its head to support its front paws, slowly closes its eyes, and twitches its ears from time to time, alert to any disturbances in the outside world.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I could vaguely hear the owner’s voice. The little black cat woke up and called out again.

"…go and shut that cat up."

"I can't guarantee that." Jessica kissed Michelle's forehead lightly: "The little guy must be hungry. After all, it's noon now. I have to feed him something. If you still want to sleep, I'll close the door of the room and the noise will be much quieter."

"uh-huh."

Miss Butterfly Knife turned her head dazedly and buried her face in the pillow again.

After comforting the little black cat, Jessica turned on the TV. The news channel was broadcasting the celebrity stampede last night. If you didn't hear it, you wouldn't know that there was an unlucky guy who had a broken thigh and had to stay in the hospital. These people are really crazy. Isn't it just a celebrity? Is it necessary to run after the car?

Jessica had never been to any star-chasing events in her previous life, nor had she seen many big stars in person, so she couldn't understand the train of thought of such fanatical fans. She thought about her upcoming album, what if it really became popular... No, it's already popular now, and when she officially shows her face, won't it also attract fanatical fans?

terrible.

Jessica felt uncomfortable when she thought about someone blocking her downstairs every day.

Change the channel.

"...The House of Representatives is about to launch an impeachment investigation into the incident, and all sectors of society are still paying close attention to it." The host lowered his eyes as he spoke, probably looking at the teleprompter: "And this morning, early morning on September 9th, Eastern Time, a march broke out in New York. The organizers claimed that the main purpose of the march was to protest the president's attempt to divert public attention."

The scene switches to the protest scene.

I've been to this place before.

A familiar street appeared on the screen. Following the host's introduction, Jessica soon saw the marchers holding banners. One of them, dressed in colorful clothes, screamed at the camera: "The attack on the refugee camp is totally unacceptable! Look at those innocent civilians! They have completely become victims of diversion and attention!"

Someone beside him said, "He should step down from the presidency immediately! Such a person is not worthy of leading the people of the Federation!"

"That's right!"

“Step down! Step down!!!”

I didn't expect that I would actually experience it myself.

Jessica had heard about this president who couldn't control his pants. If we were to rank the presidents of the Federation in a shameful list, as the second president in history to be formally impeached, he would most likely be in the top five. In those days, the 911/ incident had not yet occurred, and the federal army dropped bombs in the Middle East from time to time, and there was still a lot of opposition from domestic public opinion.

But what if it’s bigger?

How can some people get rich without fighting?

Jessica held the little black cat in her arms, her eyes gradually drifting away from the TV screen.

It was the same posture a few hours ago, but the feeling was completely different. The confusion mixed with depression and powerlessness completely disappeared. Ms. Drew knew that all this came from Michelle, but until now, she felt like waking up from a dream, and the past few days passed by in a flash.

It really slipped from my heart.

I have become like this...

Maybe I shouldn't feel ashamed, this is the emotion a normal person would have.

Thinking of this, Ms. Drew's mood improved again. She turned to the TV series channel with interest and relaxed like a real leisure housewife.

Unfortunately, the good mood came to an abrupt end after a few hours.

"WCNMD, 483 pounds, why don't you just go and rob?!" Jessica held the bill in her hand, swearing as she quickly walked to the street. She turned back to look at the sign of the pet hospital, wanted to raise her middle finger but forced herself to hold it back, turned around and continued walking.

Forget it, the expensiveness is my problem.

boom!

The car door closed, and Michelle looked at her angry girlfriend and couldn't help asking, "What's wrong?"

"They robbed me of a lot of money."

Jessica stared at the pet hospital sign: "I'm going to do something later and get my money back."

"good idea."