"Ahaha~~~Comfortable!~~~"
The warm sunlight poured into the bedroom through the gaps in the curtains. Harry stretched comfortably and got out of bed.
He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and saw that it was already past 10 o’clock in the morning.
Last night, Harry had experienced a thorough release of emotion initiated by his wife, Wanda, which left him feeling both refreshed and exhausted when he woke up.
On the bedside table lay a loving breakfast prepared by her. Today, Wanda had made a piece of sushi.
Too lazy to get up and brush his teeth, Harry simply grabbed a piece, put it in his mouth, and chewed it with satisfaction.
The taste was delicious—just like what his wife had given him the previous night—rekindling in him a sense of passion and freshness.
Since he had acquired the system, everything had been moving in a good direction. Life, like a cloudy day turning into a sunny one, suddenly beca full of light and expectation. Every day brimd with passion!
While eating the breakfast Wanda had prepared, Harry opened his mobile phone and took a look.
Sally: Good morning!
Sally: What are you doing?
Sally: Why are you ignoring ?
There were three unread ssages, all sent by Sally, dating from around 9 o’clock in the morning.
"Oh no, it’s already past ten o’clock. If I don’t reply in ti, Sally will definitely be angry!" Harry thought as he looked at the ti, imdiately becoming a little anxious.
Before, when Harry had been looking for sex on WhatsApp, he would strike while the iron was hot. When he got excited chatting at night, he would directly ask for a eting; then, after a midnight snack, he would either have sex in the car or get a room.
But now, after getting married, he couldn’t go out easily at night, so Harry could only make an appointnt with his wife, Wanda, when she was at work during the day.
According to his own idea, he must not neglect Sally; he had to always be highly prepared and ready to reply to her at any ti.
Harry: Sorry, beautiful lady! I just saw it! I just woke up! You misunderstood! How could I not want to talk to you!
Harry imdiately typed a long explanation and was about to send it when the system blocked the ssage again and sent a prompt,
[Tip: The host has fallen into the simp trap. Tis have changed. If you pursue a woman by flattering and licking her, you will only beco the other party’s spare tire and cash machine. Appropriately pose and let the other party feel your nobility and value; this will make her respect and value you more.]
[After a heated chat, a proper freeze can make the other person feel as if they are at risk of losing sothing, or even lower their attitude! In turn, they will cater to you and please you!]
[When picking up girls, the most taboo thing is to unknowingly fall into the trap of a simp! Turning yourself into a simp will only make you lose everything!]
Seeing the system prompt, Harry imdiately realized his mistake. What the system said was absolutely correct.
He thought about the situations he had encountered before, and about the good n he had t in life who were treated as spare tires and ATMs by bad won.
anwhile, the playboy and the little hooligan seed to have an endless supply of beautiful won to sleep with.
These won spent the money of the good n who loved them deeply and enjoyed their care, yet on the other hand, they selflessly dedicated their bodies to scumbags like hungry bitches!
Harry had never quite understood why this happened before. But now that the system had given him this reminder, he suddenly understood—as if he had been enlightened!
Like most simps, he had been deceived by TV dramas and sentintal youth literature. Most of the TV dramas he had watched in his generation depicted a good man pursuing a goddess with touching love and care.
Then, the goddess would initially look down on the hero, only to be moved by his flattery in the end, and the two would finally get together happily.
Worse still, there were TV dramas in which the male protagonist was so crazy that he licked the female protagonist in every possible way, treated her so well that it was touching, and was even willing to give up his life and everything for her.
However, the heroine still cheated on him with another scumbag—even more than once. After being caught, he did not pursue the matter; he even cried and begged her not to leave him, pretending that nothing had happened.
Then the heroine ruthlessly dumped him and got together with the scumbag. In the end, when the heroine grew tired of the scumbag and her body was broken, she turned around and ca back to the hero, and in the ending, they were happily together again.
Now that he thought about it, such TV series were so fucking lodramatic! The television was filled all day with lodramatic and outlook-destroying dramas.
Even books written by masochists could beco bestsellers. No wonder his generation was full of n who were treated like simps. As a result, won nowadays were more scumbag-like and more arrogant than ever. Even prostitutes had started to drive up their prices—from 50 per ti to 500 per ti!
Putting himself in their shoes, Harry discovered that it was the sa for n, wasn’t it? What you can’t get is the best. The easier it is to get a woman, the less a man will cherish her.
On the contrary, it is the bad won who are loved by most n—they make n love them to death! This is totally fucking human nature!
Those happy endings in TV dramas were all the fantasies of the screenwriters and idiotic scar literature writers. They were utterly inhumane! A dog that licks too much will end up with nothing!
After figuring this out, Harry’s ntality imdiately changed.
Looking at Sally’s ssage, Harry simply replied casually, "Just woke up, why are you here so early? I couldn’t sleep last night…"
After that, he didn’t explain any further. He simply turned off his phone, got up, and washed up.
After washing up, Harry opened his mobile phone and checked his ssages.
Sally: Are you a pig? Why did you wake up so late? What did you do last night?
Sally: Don’t you have to go to work?
Sally: Why are you ignoring again?
Sally: Aren’t you going to work today?
Sally: Hello! Can you talk? Where is the person?
Looking at the ssages Sally had sent one after another, Harry smiled proudly and replied casually, "I am a freelancer and I’m usually free, so I don’t need to go to work."
Sally: What do you do? Why are you so free?
Seeing that Sally replied imdiately, Harry did not rush to respond further. Instead, he turned off his phone and eavesdropped outside Elena’s door for a while.
Elena’s shoes were still on the stairwell, so she probably hadn’t left the house yet. However, there was no movent in the room—Harry guessed that she had drunk too much last night and hadn’t woken up yet.
Harry looked at the ti. It was already 11 o’clock in the morning, almost lunchti, so he knocked on the door and asked, "Elena, are you up yet? I’m going to eat."
He was really eager to see Elena’s condition and how close she was to him. What he had done to Elena last night was really dirty and vulgar, and he was always worried whether she would rember what he had done to her.
"You eat it, I don’t want to eat!" Elena’s sowhat disgusted voice ca through the door.
Harry scratched his head in embarrassnt.
Elena’s attitude towards him was still so bad!
Could it be that Elena had been conscious last night? Did she still rember what he did to her last night? That wasn’t right.
If Elena knew that he had done such a dirty thing to her, she would definitely be very angry. Given her hot temper, she would probably go out and slap him twice.
At that mont, Clara heard the noise and ca up from the second floor.
"Brother-in-law, you finally got up! If you don’t get up, the lunch I made myself will get cold!" she called.
Clara then walked to Harry’s side with a smile, looked at Elena’s door strangely, and asked curiously, "Brother-in-law, is Elena still not up?"
"You made lunch yourself?" Harry asked in disbelief. In his impression, this was definitely the first ti she Clara had cooked.
"Yeah! What’s wrong? Is there any problem? I made this especially for you!" Clara pushed Harry proudly and said, "Go down and try my cooking!"
Harry suddenly felt a warm and happy feeling in his heart.
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