Why does the background setting of this dream have an accent?
Xu Shiqing muttered.
Soft, like.
He lowered his head and rushed into the room next to Xie Jing'an, closed the door and locked it without hesitation, with a "person" standing behind him.
Her eyeballs were all black, with some of the color of her facial nerves showing through, making her look horrifying.
"Nannan, why are you back so late?" is the mother's words to this body.
Xu Shiqing remained calm, because this "person" couldn't beat him: "I fell on the road, walked slowly, and wasted time."
"You're lying!" She was furious, her fingers like claws, joints protruding: "Didn't I tell you not to lie to me! Don't lie to me?! What do you want to do now that you've grown wings? You..."
Xu Shiqing acted as if nothing had happened, and was very calm in the face of the people about to pounce on her: "Mom, I really fell."
He pointed to the scrapes on his legs, especially the ankle joints, where the blood stain on his white mid-calf socks was very conspicuous.
"It hurts." Xu Shiqing carefully imitated what he called his "memory": "But you still want to be mean to me..."
Xu Shiqing closed his eyes in agony, feeling that his face was trying very hard to squeeze out tears, even his eyebrows were working hard.
"Hey, hey... Nannan! Don't cry." The woman quickly calmed down. She hurriedly wiped the blood on her hands onto her apron, then leaned over and said distressedly, "It's Mom's fault, it's Mom's fault! Mom will bandage you up and we can eat pork ribs and lotus root stew together, okay?"
Very good, this level is passed.
"Okay." Xu Shiqing said.
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