Sowhatdoyouwannado,what'syourpoint-of-view
So what do you want to do? Tell me your opinion.
There's a party soon, doyouwannago
There's a carnival party here. Do you want to go?
——Quote from -I Really Want to Stay at Your House-Samuel Kim
-1-
M used to look down on any form of relationships, thinking that guys who indulged in kissing and snogging were idiots.
The end of dating is sex, the end of dating is legal sex, and the end of romance is not wanton sex.
To sum up, skip all the intermediate steps, go straight to sex, and say goodbye after sex.
How efficient! How clever! What a concise and clear solution to an emotional need!
——Now she thinks her past self was a complete idiot.
-2-
Because kissing is a relationship-only activity, it's so wonderful.
Although sex was great, as she pushed her new boyfriend against the stone steps in exchange for candy and orange juice, M vaguely thought:
But I would trade ten fucks for this kiss.
Ten times, no, a hundred times.
No sexual experience in the past had ever been as wonderful as this kiss.
-3-
Of course, at this time, she was still a fool and had not yet experienced "rolling in the sheets with the person she loved with the feelings she loved."
M is a psychopath who even married his partner but still refused to stay at his apartment for breakfast.
She only learned from watching movies that you can say sweet words to each other during sex (.)
Bed partners and partners - the positioning is too different, and there are so many more things that can be done.
After all, everything in the past was just a drama performed by Mr. P to add a sense of "entanglement" and "betrayal". No matter what, there is a psychological suggestion that "it's just an act, it's fake". The offensive and push and pull when he really talks about love from the bottom of his heart are definitely not on the same level.
Given the disparity in the degree of his love of thinking between him and his boss, Miss M will probably not be able to resist any temptation in the future.
In the past fifty years, despite her full efforts, she had not been able to successfully resist his temptations many times.
-4-
However, at this moment, M does not need to think about these changes and the future.
The puppy who liked to use his brain very well came back and made a promise not to leave again. She could naturally give up using her brain again.
M let himself be immersed in this orange-flavored kiss, feeling dazed and numb, his organs seemed to be disordered by the orange flavor - his beating heart ran into his buzzing ears, and his warm cheeks ran into his relaxed stomach -
Oh, damn it.
-5-
M had never experienced the existence of his own organs so vividly.
They were clearly just pieces of meat for her to play with when she was bored, torn out and crushed at will depending on her mood.
But now, they vibrated together, conveying to her a feeling far different from those nights, loudly emphasizing their necessity and importance, and fighting back against her past attitude of treating them as toys and playing with them casually.
Live.
M suddenly thought, no wonder living humans are desperately looking for someone to kiss.
This is the feeling of "I am alive".
...very good.
Compared to the nights she had experienced before, she was indeed more...
"Hello."
…More curious. More excited. More compelled to speak out—something was breaking out inside me, and this time I had to, had to express it forcefully—
So Miss M used some force to press down Mr. P's shoulders and ended the kiss.
There was still some orange juice on the corner of her mouth, and her expression was a little confused, which made her look very cute.
Seeing this expression, Mr. P didn't want to spare any time to think about the content of the conversation.
It was a rare choice for him to give up thinking - this was his first kiss, why should he bother thinking about it during his first kiss?
-6-
But Miss M said with such a cute expression: "Is kissing so wonderful with any guy? Why didn't you tell me before?"
Mr. P, who had just decided not to think: "..."
Mr. P's ability to think returned instantly.
Thank you to the boss you resent. Thank you to the person you resent.
He forced a particularly bright fake smile and raised his hand to remove her arm that was on his shoulder.
"Really? I don't know either. You can ask someone else to do the experiment."
Miss M frowned: "Are you angry?"
"...No. I'm not angry with you. I'm just anxious to get back to work... Please move aside."
Miss M instinctively didn't want him to leave - what a joke, she hadn't had enough of that comfortable kiss just now.
And what kind of work? He wasn't allowed to work unless his immediate superior assigned him a task.
The desire to attack and possess seemed to be engraved in the bones of this banshee. Just as they were kissing, she had unconsciously ridden on him.
Now she just had to hold his shoulders tightly and Mr. P couldn't leave.
Miss M bent down and kissed him again. This time it was not a deep kiss, this time she just bit the corner of his mouth.
-7-
"This is my first time in a serious relationship."
She ordered confidently: "If you do anything wrong, you must stay here and teach me. You are not allowed to leave."
How can I leave? You're biting my lips, pressing my shoulders, and riding on me - how can I leave?
Mr. P did not respond, but he did not insist on leaving.
He only turned his head slightly, with a very small movement that seemed both a provocation and a rejection.
M, who was still biting his lower lip, was caught off guard for a moment, probably because of the frequent incidents of "Little P trying to run away" during this period. She suddenly clenched her teeth -
-8-
The corner of his mouth was bitten and bleeding, and there was orange juice at the corner of her mouth.
The subordinate turned his head away without any change in expression. He looked at her with his red eyes, calm and indifferent. He stuck out his tongue and licked off the blood and orange juice.
The voice was also very calm: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt."
Ms. M: “…”
All the things Miss M had in her head that praised kissing were instantly shattered.
-9-
Who wants to exchange a hundred rolls in the sheets for a kiss, she thought coldly, I'm going to start now and enjoy my hundred times right away.
-10-
——What innocent kiss! What elementary school kiss! I want to do it, I want to do it, I want to do it. Little P looked at me with an indifferent face while slowly licking the blood I left. I really want to do it, I want to do it——
-11-
So, fifteen minutes later.
The door of the staff dormitory was kicked open, and the two guys who were just trying to kiss for the first time on the stone steps stumbled into the entrance hall.
Ms. M knocked over an umbrella stand—correction: Ms. M knocked over an umbrella stand when she was pushing Mr. P against the wall, while the latter was still hesitating to put down his car keys and change his shoes.
During the intermittent kiss, he even warned: "Wait... high heels... otherwise the floor will get dirty..."
Miss M immediately recalled the state of countless one-night stands in the past. She said viciously: "Don't talk at this time!"
——You were being pressed against the wall by me to take off your clothes, and you actually had the time to care about cleaning the floor!
-12-
Facts have proved that some of the bad performances are actually ingrained in people's character.
Miss M just doesn't like him to be distracted and talking at times like this, and she is the kind of person who will reveal her vicious nature at times like this.
Of course, Mr. P didn't care about this: he was indeed the type who was often absent-minded during intimacy, and he felt that he deserved it after being scolded, pulled by the collar, and having his head shaken.
It's hard to believe someone would actually be hurt in this situation - being tickled by their partner while listening to them breathlessly threatening to hit them to death with a bedside lamp. This situation sounds like a coquettish act of "you hurt me" -
Of course, Miss M's threats were pure truth, and could not be compared with harsh threats at all - it wasn't just the bedside lamp. She had hidden knives and guns under her pillow more than once, and she would often take those things out and hit him on the head halfway through.
Because he was talkative, because he was distracted, because he was "holding me and thinking about something else", there were many reasons.
-13-
Anyway, these things won’t scare Mr. P, but they will give him a surprise.
More than once, when Miss M pulled out a knife from under her pillow, he would reply with surprise, "I'm so happy, thank you."
...Miss M thought he was mentally ill, and the ending was often that she silently threw the knife aside and left a bleeding tooth mark on his shoulder.
Mr. P would tell her that it hurt, but if it angered M, she would bite again next time.
...Although, he had never been angry with her because of these things in bed——
Anyway, Mr. P also thinks she is mentally ill, so why bother to argue with a mentally ill person?
Besides, both of them are mentally ill, so no one should look down on the other.
-14-
Moreover, at this moment, after dating and officially experiencing the pure kiss that belongs to lovers, the ideas of these two lunatics with weird brain circuits are still very simple.
Miss M was trying to figure out how to unbutton this damn good quality shirt he was wearing, but she couldn't even tear it apart with her own hands.
Mr. P is trying to figure out how to satisfy her so that she doesn't go crazy and try "that awesome kiss" with someone else.
...Maybe there's a generation gap between them and Chunqing, this pair of mental patients.
-15-
When Miss M pushed Mr. P stumbling from the wall to the sofa, and gave up tearing his shirt, she chose to press his wrist with one hand and tear her own clothes directly.
The door at the entrance, which had just been hastily slammed shut, suddenly made "bang bang" and "bang bang" sounds.
Mr. P, who was already daydreaming, said: "Wait a minute, maybe it's a colleague..."
Miss M, who was holding him down, said, "To hell with him!"
Door: "Bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang-bang!!"
-16-
Miss M had her shirt open, her pants half taken off, and the clasp of her bra dangling. She knelt on one knee on the sofa, ready to go. The sound of banging on the door made her temples jump, and she began to take deep breaths.
Mr. P was wearing that damn good quality shirt and damn good quality pants. Apart from the wrinkles on the shirt that Miss M had pulled out, he didn't even have any breathing problems.
He skillfully broke free from his boss's hands, and then carefully held her hands to prevent her from reaching for her gun, cannon, or sickle.
It’s not that I don’t encourage my boss to express herself freely, but I just don’t want her to express herself freely in her own staff dormitory - after all, it’s her own home, and it takes a lot of effort to maintain and clean it.
Mr. P, who was dressed exceptionally neatly, said gently, "You fix your clothes, I'll go open the door."
Ms. M, who had taken off her pants, said: "..."
She doesn't need to see a sober and rational subordinate at this time!
She didn't need to be questioned so considerately and frankly - as if all they had just done was watch TV together, and he just grabbed the remote control and changed the channel!
But the current Miss M is not the Miss M who used to focus on playing the role of a bad girl. No matter how dumb she is, she knows that she cannot yell at the person she has won back.
She could yell at the crazy person making noise outside the door.
So Miss M immediately turned around and rushed to the entrance, so angry that she didn't even put on her clothes.
Mr. P frowned behind her, his calm demeanor wavering a little.
Her clothes were not put on properly, her top was still half open and her pants were hanging at her ankles.
He immediately chased after her, and the moment Miss M opened the door in anger, he reached out and pulled her shirt inward, and at the same time bent down and pulled up her pants that were hanging at her ankles.
-17-
Miss M, filled with anger: "Who are you? Do you want to die——"
Mr. P, who was a little anxious, said: "Please put on your clothes first."
Miss W, who was banging on the door outside: "..."
-18-
After a meeting, the world fell silent.
-19-
Miss M's anger vanished into thin air. She opened and closed her mouth, awkwardly blocking the person behind her.
Miss W's drunkenness disappeared immediately, and she stared blankly at her disheveled sister and the opposite sex behind her.
Mr. P, a creature of the opposite sex, pulled up Miss M's pants and put them on in a mature and calm manner.
Then he nodded to Miss W, said "Hello, senior", and turned away.
-20-
"Come here—you—vicious dog—come here—you're doing this at the door—I want to whip—"
"Sister, sister, sister, don't hit him! Don't hit him! I took off my pants by myself, it has nothing to do with him!"
"It does matter. Would you take off your pants for just any guy you like?"
"You—I—my sister—ah—"
"Then I'll go to work first. Will you contact me again after she falls asleep?"
"Sister, sister, don't hit me, don't hit me, don't hit me—Xiao P, shut up and hide behind me! Hurry up!"
-twenty one-
...After a flurry of violent slaps from ordinary humans and a series of horrified defenses from the banshee while putting on her clothes, Mr. P, who had been hiding behind his boss unharmed, turned around and went back to work.
Just as Ms. M can give orders with a clear conscience during kissing, Mr. P can hide behind his boss with a clear conscience.
And no one knows why he really has a job... But during this period of time, one of them is busy repairing memories and the other is busy repairing souls. Those tasks of replenishing energy, handling complaints, and imprisoning evil spirits... may be really heavy.
Maybe he really wanted to take some time out from his busy schedule today and meet the person he had just confirmed his relationship with.
Who knows.
-twenty two-
Only W and M were sitting face to face in his dormitory.
In the empty staff dormitory, the coffee table looked very small, and the tie on the coffee table that she had just torn and thrown away looked very big.
Miss M sat on the sofa with her head lowered, feeling that large beads of sweat were about to slide down her face.
Miss W sat opposite, with her arms folded.
Her expression probably indicated that she wished to strangle her sister and then herself with this crossed-arms posture.
Ms. M: “…”
Why do I feel guilty? I clearly followed my sister's advice and started dating someone seriously. This time I'm not fooling around and I don't intend to let her down!
-twenty three-
——She thought so, but she was too guilty to say it out loud.
If my sister knew that she had used the childish excuse of "love game" to play one-night stands more than once before, and had also toyed with other people's feelings...
"younger sister."
Miss W finally spoke, her tone was extremely difficult, as if the next words were squeezed out after a fierce battle.
-twenty four-
She said only one sentence next.
"Premarital sex is wrong. Be careful to protect yourself and don't get bullied, okay?"
M: “…”
-25-
Having had countless one-night stands, cheated on countless relationships, and bullied countless partners, Miss M immediately broke out in a sweat.
I almost forgot that compared to others, my sister grew up in the feudal era long ago. She was the most virtuous, gentle and polite person of that era - if my sister knew -
"Okay! Sister! I will never do such a thing!"
-26-
That night, at 1:10.
"…'I absolutely do not engage in premarital sex.' Is this what you came to tell me by breaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night?"
Mr. P half-closed his eyes and peeked out from under the quilt. His scarlet eyes seemed a little moist because of sleepiness. "Okay, I understand. Can you go back now?"
The boss who woke him up by dancing on his pillow in the middle of the night didn't give up.
She was sitting on his quilt, her arms clasped tightly against her chest, her expression exactly like W's earlier today.
The expression of "either hang yourself or hang the other person" is full of murderous intent and extremely aggrieved.
"Little P, don't you understand? I actually promised my sister that I would never have sex before marriage!"
-27-
Miss M said sadly, "Get up from your bed right now and register your marriage with me. This is an order."
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P silently turned over and covered his head with the quilt.
You can't disobey your boss's orders, but you can ignore them in silence.
-28-
"Little P! Little P little P little P——"
Ah, the boss is shaking his bed.
...Why can she always find his precise position under the quilt? Is being too tall really a bad thing? I'll get a king-size bed tomorrow...
"Xiao P Xiao P—this is really a big deal—quite serious—can you help me think of a solution—"
Acting coquettishly is really cute, but being annoying is also really annoying.
Under the violent shaking, Mr. P poked his head out from under the quilt again, and Miss M immediately withdrew her hand from pushing him.
She rested her head on the corner of his quilt, her bangs and puffy cheeks all in good shape.
"Little P. Please help me."
…Damn, it’s so cute.
Did she master the skill of acting like a spoiled child without any instruction? It couldn't have been learned in Infinite Killing.
-29-
"Just use this look to communicate with your sister."
Mr. P lifted the quilt, half-closed his eyes and said, "He was acting like a spoiled child while saying, 'Sister, this is a new era of openness and I'm still a ghost. Premarital sex is nothing, let me have some fun.' With the truth mixed with the fake cuteness, wouldn't she agree?"
Ms. M: "...Wouldn't that make my previous promise to her seem so hypocritical? And why is she being so fake and cute? Isn't my boss really cute and adorable?"
"Yes, yes... You are so cute..."
Ms. M: "So think of a way, Xiao P, Xiao P, I am a very good child in front of my sister, I have always -"
She began shaking him again, but this time gently, her head twitching from side to side like a child about to lose her temper.
……yes.
"You always act like a good and obedient person in front of your sister," Mr. P said calmly, "but you never hide anything in front of me."
"…Are you trying to hide something?"
Miss M swayed and leaned against his shoulder: "What should I hide from Xiao P? Don't I like Xiao P the way he is?"
-30-
If you say he is stupid, he is stupid, but if you say he is smart, he is really smart.
Mr. P smiled, but reached out and pushed her head away from his shoulder.
"Ms. M. Maybe we really need to have some serious talks."
Ms. M: "...Why do you always say that? I don't like you saying that."
The last time he said "we need to have a serious talk", he rejected her request for a relationship, and the last time before that he said "we need to have a serious talk", he filed for divorce.
…She really, really hated hearing “we need to talk” from this guy!
What to talk about! What on earth should we talk about! Every time we talk, the focus is on how we decided to leave her!
Do all people who like to use their brains have this problem? When you are undecided, just roll in the sheets - if it doesn't work once, roll again -
-31-
But this time, Mr. P neither acted calm and indifferent nor pushed her away.
This is not acting or teasing, he just wants to seriously solve a somewhat troublesome problem through serious communication.
He held Miss M, who was trying to get closer to him, and put her upright. They sat on the quilt together, looking into each other's eyes face to face.
"This is our first serious relationship."
Miss M was dragged into the "chat" rhythm unwillingly: "Yeah."
Mr. P: “…”
The attitude is very improper, but since she's cute, forget it.
He continued, "Although your pursuit of me consisted of only two reckless kisses that weren't really kisses, I accepted your pursuit. We are now boyfriend and girlfriend and we're ready to talk about our relationship."
"Why isn't it a kiss..." Miss M continued to mumble reluctantly, "Your real eyes are such a beautiful color, so kissing your eyes when you're not prepared can certainly be considered a kiss!"
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P coughed lightly.
-32-
This won't work.
He needed to use his brain to communicate with her seriously. He couldn't really be defeated by this level of cuteness and put aside everything that needed to be resolved and kiss her regardless.
When you're with a super cute lunatic like M who doesn't like to use his brain, you always have to be responsible for sorting out your thoughts. If you let the pink bubbles take over your brain, you'll eventually suffer the consequences...
The idea of “Wow, she looks so cute when we just started dating, and I want to kiss her every word” is absolutely wrong!
If you let this instinct take over your mind, you're completely screwed! If you're not careful, this lunatic will act as if it's a matter of course and say something crazy like "I want to try kissing someone else"!
...It's really a virus... True first love or true love brain or something... This level is definitely a virus... We should research this as a terminal weapon during war... It's no problem to destroy the commander of an entire legion.
-33-
Mr. P took great effort to suppress the above thoughts.
…Thanks to my time in prison, the self-control required to suppress such thoughts was too much.
-34-
"I was going to say it wasn't a kiss, just a touch of lips... I didn't say anything about you kissing my eyes."
Miss M reflexively retorted: "Why not just touch our lips——"
Then she fell silent, as she remembered the cool stone steps, the dim streetlights, and the orange juice mixed with the smell of alcohol from earlier in the day.
All right.
indeed.
...Compared to today's kiss, her kiss that day really didn't count...
Wait, he was the one who initiated the real kiss today, right? ...So he knows more about kissing than she does?
Miss M's mumbling had become quieter, although her mood was getting worse.
"All right then. What are you going to say?"
-35-
"I want to say that we are now boyfriend and girlfriend in a relationship, right? Because this is our first time, we both have many things we don't understand. I won't be angry with you about this—"
Mr. P suddenly pointed to the wall clock.
"But now, it's one sixteen in the morning."
Mr. P pointed at himself again. "I just finished a long period of work with almost no rest time. I heard that you woke up, so I took some time to come back to visit you. I didn't eat anything, and then left to continue working. A few hours later - I returned to my own dormitory, showered, went to bed, and prepared to rest. However, ten minutes later, you burst into my bedroom, jumped directly on my pillow and danced, waking me up over a strange topic. I don't need to recount my entire work schedule during this period, nor do I need to arrange and show you my pitiful rest time. As an undead, I won't actually die suddenly even if I work all day and night. It is my responsibility to be responsible for the aftermath of the loopholes in my own prison escape plan -"
"It's just that, as my new girlfriend, I'm serious about 'relationships' and I don't care about just 'desire'. You woke me up in the early hours of the morning. I don't think you have anything else to say now, right?"
-36-
Ms. M: “…”
Ms. M: “Yeah…”
She looked at the clock in the direction he indicated, then looked into his eyes.
His eyebrows frowned, relaxed, and then frowned again.
A very confused and bewildered state.
But Mr. P waited patiently for her answer without any disappointment.
[This is my first time in a serious relationship. If I do anything wrong, you must stay here and teach me. You are not allowed to leave.]
Of course, you have to follow your boss's orders.
It was our first time falling in love, and we were both clumsy about "love".
——When he saw his own miserable crying face, he understood that he was not a very smart or comfortable person when it came to "love" which he had never experienced before.
Therefore, if he wants "care" from his girlfriend, he will tell her seriously, express it to her clearly, and make the most direct request.
Even if the method is clumsy, even if it requires many overly serious "talks", in order to avoid mistakes, for the sake of maintaining this newly begun relationship between them -
He had to be patient and lay out all his needs to her.
M is not a gentle and considerate person, but she is not a person who would lie - she said she liked him and was willing to kiss his red eyes, so he was trying to trust her love.
-37-
For example, slowly guide her to "not try to kiss others", or try to ask her to "thank you for your hard work, I'm sorry to wake you up so late."
She's a bit of a fool, but if you teach her carefully and study with her, she'll definitely learn it slowly.
You can never succeed in escaping prison by waiting, and the same goes for love, you have to take the initiative to fight for everything.
If you talk to her nicely, if you ask her for something—
Miss M said, "Oh, I see. I understand."
Then she stood up from the bed, jumped onto the floor, ran to the door, closed it and left.
-38-
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P stared at the door for a long time.
After a while, the door was still the door, tightly closed, with no M behind it.
Mr. P: “…”
He closed his eyes, leaned back on the pillow, and rubbed his eyebrows.
"...Did the love brain virus take over my thinking again?"
He actually believed that his resentful boss could be guided to learn to be "caring" and "considerate" after falling in love.
A boss who is resentful is still a resentful person even if he becomes the target of resentment.
The prerequisite for being "love-brained" is having a "brain." A resentful boss refuses to even have a "brain," so how could she possibly be disturbed... No, being "love-brained" is too much. If she could have even the slightest awareness of "my boyfriend"... even a tiny bit, even 0.1% of her attention...
...Those nonsense I just said was a brain defect caused by lack of sleep...It must be caused by lack of sleep and overwork...Speaking of which, I've been working non-stop since the successful jailbreak...Even the joy of finally escaping the prison feels a bit dull, completely unreal...
Mr. P rubbed his eyebrows again.
He closed his eyes for a while, then huddled back under the quilt and turned on the desk lamp.
-39-
Go to sleep.
Sleep is the most important thing right now.
I'm really hungry and can't sleep... but I'm more tired than hungry. Since I'm not human, there's no need to deliberately eat...
-40-
I don’t know how long it will be.
"Little P. Little P. Little P... wake up..."
Even if she's cute. Even if this is my first love.
Mr. P thought angrily in his chaotic consciousness that this was a bit too much.
——Even if it was his boss who was just a nagging complaint before, he would not come to disturb his sleep once or twice!
He was extremely sleepy—even with a hint of anger—and opened his eyes: "What's wrong with you?"
Miss M turned on the desk lamp with a snap, and the sudden warm light almost made Mr. P, who was hungry and sleepy, die on the spot.
...If only I could die completely! If I could die completely, I wouldn't have to endure a girlfriend whose cuteness is proportional to her troublesomeness—
"Little P, Little P. Eat something before going to sleep."
Miss M thrust the steaming bowl into his hands. "Here, chicken noodle soup. I think waking up on an empty stomach will make you feel uncomfortable."
-41-
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P took the bowl and looked into it.
Golden chicken soup, soft noodles, boiled vegetables, sliced mushrooms, and two poached eggs.
Mr. P: “…”
Mr. P was confused and alert: "What is this?"
Ms. M: "Chicken noodle soup. Eat it quickly while it's hot. My sister used to make this when I was hungry."
Mr. P: "So this is what you got when you went out and abused the robot, and underneath it are the broken pieces of the mouth that can open and the new complaint—"
Ms. M exclaimed, "Ah!" and looked at him strangely. "What are you thinking about? I made this myself. I used chicken broth and noodles from my refrigerator. I didn't use a robot."
“…”
-42-
Mr. P swayed, and swayed again.
Miss M was a little worried that he would smash the bowl in his hand, so she quickly reached out to hold it.
"Hey, eat quickly. Didn't you say you were super tired from work and hadn't eaten yet? Eat and then go to sleep."
"No. That's not the problem."
Mr. P asked with a dreamy expression, "So, you can cook?"
-43-
Ms. M tilted her head: "I know a little bit. I can use the ready-made soup to cook noodles, and I can also mix some soup to soak rice or something like that."
"...I've known you for so long! So long! I don't know how many centuries ago - since before the birth of the System World - I never knew you could cook -"
"No." Miss M was confused. "Does being able to cook noodles and rice pudding count as being able to cook?"
I've spent countless hours studying cooking, but I still haven't succeeded. Cooking noodles still results in various problems, resulting in them being too salty, too bland, too soft, or too hard. The only things I've mastered are toast and coffee. Mr. P: Okay!
He was probably so shocked that he even forgot to use honorifics.
"Since you can cook—then why—before—these fifty years—"
"Huh? Why do I always ask you to cook?" Miss M said as a matter of course: "Isn't this as I should? You are my subordinate, you should cook for me. Besides, eating noodles and rice in soup all the time is not nutritious, and washing dishes in the kitchen is also tiring. You are willing to cook for me, why should I cook for myself? Xiao P, keep up the good work in the future, I'll leave the kitchen to you. Even though your cooking is terrible."
Mr. P: “…”
-44-
She must have done something extraordinary tonight, something that could be described as "gentle and thoughtful."
Mr. P thought expressionlessly, but why don’t I feel touched at all?
-45-
"Alright, eat quickly, or the noodles will dry up—"
Mr. P suppressed all the complicated and surging emotions (wanting to hit her) in his heart, said "hmm" softly, and took the bowl of soup.
He took a bite and put it in his mouth.
Miss M smiled and propped up her cheek beside him: "How is it? Isn't it super delicious? I'm really good at cooking noodles!"
…It was super delicious, simply the best chicken noodle soup I’ve ever had, which made me want to beat her up even more.
The guy who cooked such delicious noodles has been sitting at the table for decades, yelling at him to cook! When he comes up to urge him to cook, he still complains about all kinds of food that are not tasty!
-46-
Forget it, don't be angry, don't be angry, my boss has been like this for a long time... I should have understood it a long time ago...
Mr. P once again used the endurance he had developed during his time in prison.
"Yes, it's delicious." He replied calmly and continued to scoop up the next mouthful of noodles.
Miss M moved closer with a grin on her face, probably about to make some more remark that would raise his blood pressure—but she suddenly froze.
-47-
The bedside lamp is on and the steam is rising from the soup.
It made the corners of his upturned eyes look red, and his downcast eyes look wet.
...Huh.
Huh?
-48-
"Xiao-Xiao P," Miss M stammered, "After I left just now, did you curl up in the bed and cry?"
What nonsense is she talking about.
Mr. P glared at her lightly, which made his slightly red eyes more obvious.
"I don't know. I fell asleep."
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...I bullied Little P so much that he cried until his eyes turned red while sleeping!!
Miss M's mind was completely blown away by the reddish "boom" under the warm light. She couldn't help but blurt out: "Actually, it's not wrong for me to cook all the meals from now on..."
"Forget it."
The steam rising from the noodle soup was thick and warm, and it tasted silky and smooth. Perhaps it was because of the cilantro in it, Mr. P couldn't help but sniff.
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So Miss M watched her boyfriend sniff in a blur, and said with red eyes:
"It's really tiring to cook and wash dishes. Occasionally... just occasionally... when you have some free time... just making me a bowl of noodles like this is enough."
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Ms. M said expressionlessly: OK, I will make a hundred bowls tomorrow.
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