However, Xiao Xingyu did not answer her question, but changed the subject and said, "I remember that I was very naughty when I was a child, and was often beaten by my father. Every time I was beaten, my mother would sleep with me."
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"Are you cold?"
"Not bad."
"Is the Luohan bed hard?"
"Not bad."
"Why don't you come and sleep with me, and I'll tell you more."
Zhang Moyan rested her elbows on the pillow, dumbfounded, but... his topic was so attractive. How come this guy was better at sticking to the point than those online writers?
Hesitant.
After all, men and women should not touch each other, and sleeping in the same bed is too ambiguous.
Xiao Xingyu waited for a long time, then raised half of his body unhappily and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't mind at all, so why do you mind?"
Then his voice trailed off and suddenly became nonchalant, "Are you afraid you won't be able to control yourself, or do you think so highly of me that you think I can still do something today?"
Then he continued to lie on the pillow and act pitiful, "I just miss my mother right now. I want to relive the days when my mother was with me after I was beaten. That's why I don't have those evil thoughts of yours."
Although these words were not without sarcasm, they were more to relieve her worries. Xiao Xingyu stared at Zhang Moyan motionlessly after he finished speaking. He rarely had the opportunity to play the victim, so of course he had to make the most of it.
"Isn't this a bad idea?" Zhang Moyan was still hesitant.
Xiao Xingyu had no choice but to add two more sentences: "I won't tell you, and no one else will know...Okay, okay, I won't force you. Let's stop chatting and go to sleep!"
He pulled the quilt over his head and covered himself tightly.
Then hold your breath and observe the movement.
He waited and waited, until he was almost suffocating himself, when he heard someone getting down from Luohan's bed quietly, and the footsteps were gradually approaching.
Then Zhang Moyan's soft voice sounded beside the bed: "Then go in and get some sleep!"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－
The recent lockdown has been tough!
My family is eating bread made from flour that is 9 months out of date.
The day before yesterday I found a pack of Wangjiadu dry pot soup base.
There was nothing to cook, so I used some macaroni that had expired a year and a half ago to make up the meal.
I have no tissues at home, so I used the tissues my son uses for his OK glasses.
My mother couldn't bear to use it, so she took out each piece of paper and cut it in half before using it.
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Fortunately, this kind of day did not affect my mood for writing.
Continue to endure hunger and write sweet articles~
I hope the epidemic will reach a turning point soon!
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