The Horror Game Boss Is My Childhood Playmate

As I pulled the bracelet from the crack in the sofa, a line of Bullet Comments flew across my vision: [Because of this bracelet, you’re going to die a miserable death!]

[The hand that touched the bracelet will be chopped off and fed to the dogs, and the eyes that saw it will be gouged out and soaked in sulfuric acid!]

I jerked my hand back and turned to head to the kitchen to wash the dishes, but Bullet Comments appeared again:

[The baby bowl has his wife’s saliva on it. Anyone who dares wash it off will be turned into fertilizer for the backyard tonight!]

I looked at the pink rabbit-eared baby bowl and carefully avoided it.

At that moment, the previously sparse Bullet Comments suddenly surged!

[Crap! She avoided it? She just avoided it like that?]

[She’s definitely not a newbie! She must be a Horror Script Veteran here to retire!]

[Impossible! I’ve never seen a veteran who looks this cute yet is so powerful!]

I lowered my eyelids and silently observed these Bullet Comments.

Just then, the Male Homeowner came downstairs. He lifted the cushions on the living room sofa and called us over with a smile:

“Which kind soul found the necklace I lost?”

“Tonight, I’m going to give her a huge reward!”