The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

Noon the next day.

Watson opened the curtains, looked at the dark sky, and closed the curtains again. He turned his eyes to the woman across the sofa, who was holding a goblet and sipping the blood. But her messy hair, lazy sitting posture and immoral clothes explained what had just happened.

"Can't you just come over here, dear?"

"Sit over there and wait for you to bite me?"

Nissa sneered, gently put down the wine glass, and supported her knees with her elbows like a little girl, and gave Watson a sweet smile: "Do you know that you are really cute? Pretty boy? When will you solve the problem of your body? I really want to leave a few holes in your body... You can understand, right? This is the way we vampires express our love."

The pretty boy opposite rolled his eyes and said, "Why don't you consider plugging your mouth with a gag? I'll definitely be grateful."

Click!

At this moment, the bedroom door was opened.

Dr. Heinzwafen came out, also with dishevelled hair, also immoral, and with a strong smell of alcohol, obviously not sober from the hangover. She staggered into the bathroom like a zombie, then staggered into the living room, coughing hoarsely.

And then—"Huh!"

Sneezed.

"Hey baby, do you want me to warm you up?" Nisha asked with a funny look on her face, leaning her body sideways.

"Michella, do you have a cold?"

"You two..." Michelle raised her middle finger directly: "You two dead men are colder than each other, you are not allowed to get on my bed!"

boom!

After she finished speaking, she slammed the bedroom door shut.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with the potion?" Watson stared at the door. "And Michelle looks a little pale. How much of her blood did you drink last night?"

"Don't worry, she'll be fine." Nisha also glanced at the door, then stood up and walked towards this side. Watson knew at a glance that something bad was going to happen, but the woman did not intend to give him a chance to refuse. The red lips with a strong smell of blood pressed against him, and Watson had to skillfully suppress his mouth and tongue to prevent his body from secreting digestive juices.

Unexpectedly, Nisha went further and pressed Watson down. After a while, she licked her lips contentedly and got up, but she had no intention of leaving at all: "I really love your cute little look. Michelle's words 'hard on the lips but soft when kissed' are simply the truth. How can there be such a cute little baby like you?"

"If you're not convinced, let's have another round tonight."

Watson raised his eyebrows and his mouth hardened again.

Of course, his words are based on strength.

Nisha stopped talking, her smile becoming more and more charming. Since she got what she wanted last night, this woman's mental state has risen sharply, just like Michela's. Even in broad daylight, when this vampire was theoretically sleepy, Nisha still gave people an excited feeling.

Fortunately, a phone call eased the atmosphere.

"Ah, it's my agent." Watson motioned the woman to step back, cleared his throat, adjusted his voice to Jessica Drew's, and then answered the call: "Hey! Good afternoon! Frey, how are you today? You suddenly disappeared last night and no one could find you."

"Oh God, Jesse! You will never believe what I went through last night!" Unlike usual, agent Frey spoke with a tired and hoarse voice at this moment: "I was kidnapped! Can you believe it?! I can't believe it myself! Someone pointed a gun at my head, stuffed me into a car and tied me up!"

"Oh God, are you okay?"

Watson's acting skills were so good that Nisha wanted to laugh: "What on earth happened?"

"I don't know either! Jesse, I just finished talking to the police!" Frey coughed twice, and Watson could imagine him patting his chest and taking a deep breath. "I'm safe now, but I'm afraid I need some time to adjust. I'm really sorry, I didn't expect to encounter something like this."

"Of course. If it's convenient, let's make an appointment and we'll go visit you, okay? Frey, have a good rest. If you need any help, just tell me. I'll do my best." After Watson finished his polite words, the two continued chatting for a while. Frey finally hung up the phone. Watson turned around and looked at Nisha's smiling face.

"Did you hear that? I have things to do." Watson left the sofa, stood in the middle of the living room, took off her clothes, and transformed into Spider-Woman Jessica Drew.

A pair of hands touched my waist from behind.

Seeing that the master wanted to go out, the floating cloak had already come closer, and seeing this, he could only turn back.

"Can't you wait until I get back?"

Jessica said something coquettishly and gently pushed Nisha away. Her tone, demeanor, and movements were completely different from Watson just now. Nisha stared at her for a while, then leaned over and kissed her forehead twice before giving up. Ms. Drew gently opened the bedroom door and tiptoed to the closet, but still heard Michelle coughing on the bed.

"Are you ok?"

Leaning over to touch his girlfriend's forehead, Jessica frowned at the temperature feedback: "I have to go out for something, you seem to have a low fever, but you are still drunk..."

"Doctor Heinzwafen can handle it himself."

Miss Butterfly Knife was confused: "Go and do your own thing. Isn't Nisha still here..."

"Then you should rest well."

Leaving a kiss on Michelle's forehead, Jessica quickly put on her clothes and left the room with her floating cloak. Hearing the sound of the door closing outside, Miss Butterfly Knife immediately opened her eyes, not at all sleepy. She slowly sat up from the bed, but heard a cat meowing at her feet. She looked down and saw the little black cat Wowo squatting on the carpet.

Ignoring the cat, Michelle stared at her toes in a daze, then lay down with her hands covering her face.

I'm absolutely crazy.

When I touched my neck with my fingertips, I could still feel the wounds caused by two teeth, which still gave off a slightly burning pain. But if I go back seven or eight hours, in the quiet night breeze under the moonlight, even the flowing air brushing against my body would make me tremble.

Thinking of this, Miss Butterfly Knife turned over and buried her face in the sheets. How terrible was her expression at that time? She could only be thankful that the camera was still in the house on Park Street, otherwise if it was really photographed by some evil-minded person, at least one life would have to be decided today, although it would most likely be her own.

One is more evil than the other...

The body temperature is still as cold as a dead person...

"Hello!"

Michella sneezed again.

"Meow?"

A pair of cat eyes appeared before my eyes.

Wowo jumped onto the bed and walked in front of Michelle with cat steps. Seeing that she didn't react, he moved closer and lowered his head to sniff Miss Butterfly Knife's face. The fur on the cat's nose was extremely itchy. Michelle shook her head and shifted her resentful gaze to Wowo.

"......Meow?" Wowo's call was filled with a bit of worry and curiosity. Michelle tried to poke it with a finger, but the little black cat did not retreat. It just sniffed her fingertips and then squatted down.

"Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Meow......"

Michella snorted softly, sat up from the bed and put on her clothes, but just as she picked up her belt, she thought of the state of Nisha and Watson when they went to the bathroom, so she just pushed the door and walked out. Only the small lamp on the coffee table was on in the living room, and the surrounding corners were dark. Nisha was lying on the sofa, and the sexy outline of her lower abdomen and waist and hips was faintly visible in the dim light.

Seeing Michela coming out, the vampire princess turned over and asked with a smile, "Want to sleep a little longer?"

This greeting received no response.

Miss Butterfly Knife walked straight over with an expressionless face, opened the refrigerator and fiddled with her lunch. Soon the sizzling sound of oil frying could be heard in the apartment. Nisha turned on the TV out of boredom, randomly selected a channel, and listened to the sound of cooking in the kitchen. Suddenly, she felt a strange sense of relaxation in her heart.

She thought it was just the casual mentality of the vampires in broad daylight, but after a closer look, she found something different. Unfortunately, it was hard to describe it in words. The woman held onto the sofa with one hand, supporting her upper body and looking towards the kitchen. Michelle had her back to the living room, and the muscle lines on her shoulders and neck were outlined by the light, showing a healthy and fit look.

But Nisha felt something was different.

Miss Butterfly Knife put lunch on the table. Seeing that Nisha was still staring at her, she finally couldn't help but said, "First day watching me eat?"

"I just feel that..."

Nisha walked up to her: "You are a little special today."

"If I spit it out later, I'll complain to Watson that you turned me into a vampire." Michelle said, pinching a fork to put a piece of scrambled egg into her mouth, and then she frowned and drank the warm water cup, almost making people think she was taking medicine. Nisha reached out to touch the other person's forehead, and Michelle just turned her face and stopped resisting.

"Your temperature is a little high."

"Well, thanks to you."

"Hey, little wildcat, who insisted on taking a shower last night? You drank so much and were sweating, and you still wanted to get wet. You can't blame us for that."

"We two—we two—" Michelle emphasized the word twice and snorted with disdain: "What else do you want to say next? Respected Princess Nisha, do you want to make a victory declaration? You did win, didn't you? You must be very proud now, right?"

"You knew this day would come sooner or later, little wildcat." Nesa's smile did not fade as she leaned over to Miss Butterfly Knife's ear and said, "Besides, I only hurt your skin and at most the blood vessels in your neck. I didn't damage your throat, you masochist."

boom!

Michella kicked the table with a sullen face, and the cold light pierced Nisha's eyes.

The vampire princess had anticipated this and retreated a few steps to the living room, where the two women were fighting next to the sofa. The little black cat Wowo poked his head out from the bedroom door and found that the fight had started again, so he tiptoed back under the bed and murmured with worry.

Wow!

There was the sound of something breaking, and then a short knife hit the ground, slid under the inertia, spun into the bedroom floor, and headed straight for the bottom of the bed. Wo Wo was so scared that he trembled all over, rushed out in a hurry, climbed onto the bedroom windowsill, and disappeared behind the curtains.