Oh, look what we have here—a sleeping woman. Let's sneak over quietly and make sure not to wake her. Take out a basin, add some suitably warm water, and secretly place her hand in it. What will happen next? What kind of miracle will occur?
Those of you with girlfriends should give it a try, because the result is truly magical. It can perform a great transformation, turning a human male into a brand-new single dog in an instant.
"What? What happened? Oh my God! What is this? Which bastard did this?!"
Before long, the sound of a basin being knocked over came from Skye's room, followed by her hoarse, hysterical roar. At that moment, Melinda and Coulson narrowed their eyes and stared with utter contempt at a certain scumbag who was chuckling to himself.
Don't think I won't get revenge just because you're having a miserable time. After all, whether you're miserable or not is your own business, but if I don't vent this anger, I'm the one who'll feel stifled.
Soon, a series of clatters came from Skye's room, as if someone had leaped out of bed in a panic and knocked over quite a few things.
With a bang, Skye's door flew open from the inside. Then an oddly scented, bizarre Skye charged out. She was still wearing the simple clothes she had slept in, holding a basin in one hand and a pair of pants in the other. The moment she stepped out, she saw the three people standing outside. Eight eyes met.
Skye's face, already deathly pale from prolonged lack of sunlight, irregular sleep, and heavy drinking, rapidly turned the color of liver. Forget her face—even her eyes looked ready to bleed from how hard she was glaring.
"What the hell? Oh!" Skye forced her