Contract With The Devil: Perfect Lover

All of a sudden, Quincy woke up from his nightmare and opened his eyes. It was dark outside. He struggled to get out of bed and walked outside. His heart was empty. Did she still leave in the end?

She was lying to him. She was finally going back to that man?

A gust of fragrance came, which cheered Quincy up. He walked towards the kitchen and saw that the apron that Wanda was wearing was his coat, which was a thin spring coat. It had been cut into pieces because of the chaos yesterday, and it was full of blood stains.

Wanda was still busy humming the tuneless tune in the kitchen. Looking at her funny figure, Quincy couldn't help smiling and even burst into tears.

He reached out and wiped it gently. He walked slowly behind her and reached out to hold her.

Wanda was shocked, but the familiar hug quickly calmed her down and she felt a little uncomfortable, trying to get rid of it. "Go out and have a rest. The food will be ready soon."

"I'm full."

"Well.

und to clean up the bowls and chopsticks, while Quincy sat still and looked at her back.

Wanda turned around and looked at him with a weird smile. Soon, she came out with two bowls of food and pushed one of them to the front of Quincy. It was black and disgusting. The smell made him sick. Quincy frowned and looked at her. "What's this? Take it away quickly."

Wanda pointed at another bowl and opened it. It was a bowl of sugar water with bright color and sweet smell. Looking at her angrily, Quincy asked, "What do you mean?"

"You have to drink both. It depends on whether you want to taste bitter first or later."

Without any hesitation, Quincy took the medicine and drank it. Without looking at Wanda, he put another bowl of sugar water in his hand and said softly, "If everything now is called bitter, I hope being sweet can be after it and everything can start again."

Wanda lowered her head, tears welling up in her eyes, and reached out to wipe them gently.