The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

More than an hour later, in Richmond District, at the Carter family estate.

"fertile!"

"Oh God, listen! Angela's talking!"

"Can you... stop being so excited?" Miss Watson looked at Peggy wiping her tears with a handkerchief, as if she was ready to have a heart attack at any time. She couldn't help but cover her eyes with her hands: "Why are you so excited? Is there something wrong with the serum?"

"I'm fine, don't worry." Peggy picked up Angela, kissed her plump and soft face twice, and put her back on the ground: "Let's go find your sister Watson."

"fertile!"

Angela opened her arms and walked towards Miss Watson happily.

"Ouch!" Peggy started wiping her tears again.

Boo!

Miss Watson kissed Angela expressionlessly, turned her back, and pointed at Peggy on the sofa opposite: "Go find Aunt Peggy."

"Wo!" Angela happily walked back. She had a lot of fun playing such a simple and brainless game. She slid back and forth more than ten times, and finally her legs went weak and she fell to the ground. Peggy quickly stood up to hold her. Miss Watson rolled her eyes at her nervous look: "Come on, she's not hurt at all."

"Listen to what you are saying?" The woman had a reproachful expression on her face, gently shaking the little baby girl in her arms: "Even if Angela is just adopted by you, you can't be like this... Oh, look, she is starting to feel sleepy, Watson, did you see it? This little face is so cute..."

"So I didn't adopt her..." Miss Watson argued for a while, but gave up and put her hands on her cheeks as she watched Peggy coax Angela to sleep. A few minutes later, the tired little girl fell asleep smoothly. The two sat on the sofa and talked in a low voice facing the temporary crib.

What the woman said on the phone was correct.

Compared to the last time we met, Peggy Carter has changed significantly.

It's not that her face has become younger. After all, the serum can't make Peggy return to her 20s. The effect is already set. The changes are mainly in her voice, hairstyle, and clothing, which make her look completely different. It can be said that it is only now that Peggy Carter has truly accepted and adapted to the effect of the serum on her.

She even found it inconvenient to show her face in front of her old friends.

Fortunately, not many people in London know her.

Some of them were half buried, and no one knew what had happened to Peggy in recent years.

Sir Chaton, who had met Miss Watson last time, had recently been in a worsening physical condition and the treatment prospects were not optimistic. He was probably in a dying state. Miss Watson came just in time to visit him with Peggy. But she knew very well the mentality of women in this regard. After all, the old butler Gerry had just passed away not long ago. Visiting the elderly Sir Chaton would inevitably make Peggy recall these sad past events.

So she deliberately started a conversation about 'Aunt Peggy', which made the woman laugh for a while.

"So you really rescued her from Raccoon City?"

The topic inevitably turned back to Angela. Peggy put her arm around Miss Watson, who protested in a low voice, not too strongly: "What? Do you have to hold something in your arms?"

"What's the matter?"

The woman stroked Miss Watson's light blond hair and kissed her on the forehead.

Miss Watson groaned, kicked off her leather shoes, climbed onto the sofa, and nestled into Peggy's arms like a cat. Her long legs wrapped in white stockings were naturally bent, and the joints from the knees to the ankles did not look like a man at all. The maid's skirt could not completely cover the base of her thighs, revealing a part of her hips, and the overall look was full of forbidden and seductive beauty.

"You rarely act like this, don't you?" Peggy enjoyed the touch of her hair with her lips: "Did something happen to you recently?"

"…Is it that obvious?"

"My dear, I am a senior agent after all, and my observation skills have not deteriorated."

"Okay." Miss Watson buried her face in the woman's chest, her voice sounding a little muffled: "I went to Chechnya a while ago to capture the rebel leaders and arms dealers who traded the T virus. The operation went smoothly. We caught the two guys and then retreated under the cover of the aircraft..."

"uh-huh."

"...I shot a kid."

"Oh... God." Peggy was still staring at Angela's peaceful and lovely sleeping face in the last second, and the next second she realized what she had just heard. She hugged Miss Watson's back tightly: "Watson, I'm sorry."

"I had actually aimed at him, with my finger on the trigger, but I didn't shoot immediately. I hoped he would retreat..." Miss Watson's voice became softer and softer: "I remember the child's face and his eyes. I could see that he was scared, but more of it was hatred. Maybe the soldier I just killed was his relative, and then the child picked up his weapon..."

"Watson…you're shaking."

Peggy tried to stroke Miss Watson's back with her hand. With just these few words, the warm atmosphere in the room disappeared.

But she didn't care about these anymore.

"I hoped he would drop the weapon, but he fired."

Miss Watson exhaled a cool breath, causing goose bumps on the skin of the woman's neck. "The bullet didn't hit anyone, and then I realized that I didn't just want him to back off, I also wanted to give myself a reason to pull the trigger, and I didn't... miss. Maybe I should have done that."

The room fell silent for a while. Peggy opened her mouth to say something, but she continued to stroke Miss Watson's back and looked out the window at the darkening sky. The rain in London was always continuous, as cold as the body in her arms, like a dream from which she could not wake up.

She knew that if she held her for a little longer, her body temperature would gradually warm up Miss Watson.

Although the latter may not be necessary.

"I'm fine, Peggy." Miss Watson stayed in her arms for a while, and seemed to sense that Peggy was hesitant to speak, so she suddenly said, "I just want to hug you, it will be fine in a while."

"Watson, you have to know..."

The woman kissed her forehead gently. "Howard told me that your body was no longer human. Then you injected serum and slept for several years. I am worried that when I see you again, your body and mind will no longer be human."

"...I am worried about this too, because I can't even cry now." Miss Watson straightened up and faced Peggy's face: "Look at my eyes, nothing can come out."

"You just need time, honey."

Paige stroked her fingers over this beautiful and delicate face, and put her forehead against Miss Watson's: "No one wants to encounter this kind of thing. Maybe this guilt will accompany you for the rest of your life, but you will get through it. I will be with you, and Michelle, right?"

"Ah."

"It's getting dark, what do you want to eat later?"

"Let me hold you for a while longer."

"of course."

Until the last rays of sunset faded away, the lights in the room were not turned on, and the tiny raindrops hitting the window glass became the only accompaniment. The city ushered in another late night. People had long been accustomed to the continuous drizzle, but they still went out to have fun in the night and spend their nightlife.

Miss Watson sat down by the window, looked at the dim street lights on the street below, and then returned her gaze to the paper in her hand. The room was dark, but the moonlight was enough for her to see the paper clearly. Several tentacles rolled up the pen and quickly drew a childish human face.

Park Street is surrounded by residential areas, so it is naturally very quiet late at night.

I have to say, Michela really knows how to choose a place.

A slight noise came from behind, the sound of bare feet rubbing on the carpet, which Miss Watson heard clearly. Cold fingers crawled from her shoulders to her chest, followed by an equally cold lip, caressing and kissing half of her neck.

But no matter what, its final destination is Miss Watson's pink little mouth.

"Is she asleep?"

"Of course. She's too tired to open her eyes. I guess she won't wake up before noon tomorrow." Nisha sat on Miss Watson's lap, her eyes stayed on the painting for a moment and then moved away: "You know her, I know her too, and I know her a lot more recently. This little wild cat is becoming more and more obedient, isn't it?"

"So you said you were going out with me later?" Miss Watson let go of the painting. "Why aren't you wearing any clothes yet?"

"I can put it on in the car."

Nisha kissed Miss Watson again. "I like your dress."

"So don't tear it up again." Miss Watson shook her head, stood up, picked up her backpack, and took Nisha to the garage downstairs. After the 1992 Jaguar XJS luxury station wagon was refurbished and brought back, it finally had the chance to drive out tonight.

Strictly speaking, the car belongs to Ms. Jessica Drew, and it cannot be parked in the house on Park Street in Chiswick anymore, otherwise it will be discovered that it is related to Michelle. Ms. Drew started looking for a new residence at the end of last year, and initially decided on a high-end apartment building in Fulham, southeast of the Hammerforge District, and asked her agent Frey to help promote the lease.

Of course, the car still has to go to the King's Tavern Apartments tonight.

The little black cat Wo Wo is still kept there.

The 6.0-liter V12 engine made a low roar, and Miss Watson turned the steering wheel and drove out of Park Street for more than ten meters before turning on the headlights. The soft and comfortable seat leather wrapped the entire back, the touch feedback was very comfortable, and it was spacious enough.

At least it was convenient for Nisha, who was wearing clothes in the passenger seat. Her long legs were resting on the right side of the dashboard, making Miss Watson unable to help but take a few more glances.

"I like the way you concentrate on driving."

The woman leaned forward again and harassed her shoulder with her lips: "Look at the moonlight. It's so rare. We haven't driven out alone for a long time."

"I'm glad you're happy, but can you please take your hand away first?"

"No."