Xiao Zimo was stunned. "Mother, what did you say?"
He must have heard it wrong, otherwise why would his mother let him go to bed.
Countless times, on cold nights, he saw his mother carrying him back home, but every time he was woken up by the cold wind, there was no warm embrace from his mother, nor a soft quilt, only the cold wind.
This time, Xiao Zimo opened his dark eyes. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, the scene would disappear when he opened them again.
Bei Yutang looked at him standing there stupidly, "What's wrong? Aren't you coming over yet?"
Xiao Zi Mo walked towards the bed as if possessed by a ghost. When he felt the warmth on his face, his heart trembled slightly.
That warm feeling is so real.
Bei Yutang looked at his dazed look, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she gently scratched the tip of his nose with her fingers, "Little idiot, come back to your senses."
Little Zimo looked at the teasing smile in his mother's eyes, and his little face blushed slightly.
When Xiao Zimo went to bed with the quilt in his arms, Bei Yutang smelled a strange smell coming from the quilt. The quilt cover was so dirty and black that one couldn't even tell its original color.
Bei Yutang couldn't help but feel the urge to hold his forehead. The original owner, Mu Zhitao, was really lazy to the core.
"We don't need this quilt anymore. We can share the same bed."
"Oh." Xiao Zimo responded blankly.
When he was lying on the bed, Bei Yutang reached out, and he was so frightened that his body froze. Bei Yutang looked at his nervous and frightened expression without saying a word. She understood that this was his fear of the original owner and that fear would not be eliminated overnight.
Bei Yutang covered him with the quilt and said softly, "It's late, go to bed."
"Yeah." Xiaozi Mo nodded blankly.
Little Zimo lay on the bed, warming the quilt, with his mother lying next to him. It all felt like a dream, so unreal to him.
Little Zimo didn't dare to move. He kept sleeping in the same position as when he came in.
He didn't dare to move, for fear that his mother would dislike him and knock him out of bed again.
Little Zimo's body was tense. He glanced at his mother secretly, but was afraid of being discovered by her, so he turned his head away in panic.
Bei Yutang naturally knew about his actions, but she didn't say anything and just let him do it.
After he looked at it over and over again, as if he was finally sure that he was not dreaming, he closed his eyes peacefully and fell into a deep sleep.
Bei Yutang listened to his breathing becoming even and then closed her eyes. However, she did not feel sleepy at all, as all she could think about was her future life.
Life is precarious now. If nothing can be done to change it, how can I take revenge on Gu Pianran and her men?
She thought a lot, a lot, until the moonlight hung in the middle.
Bei Yutang turned her head to glance at Xiao Zimo, and saw that he was sleeping with his body still stiff, which showed that he was uneasy in his inner world, even in his dreams.
She reached out and tucked the quilt in for him. As soon as her hand touched him, his body trembled slightly and he murmured, "Mother, please don't hit me... I was wrong, I was wrong."
Bei Yutang raised her head slightly, then turned to his body, patting it gently, and a soft voice sounded in his ears, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Mother won't beat you anymore, and I won't beat you again in the future."
Perhaps it was her voice that worked, or perhaps it was the end of the nightmare, but Xiao Zimo gradually calmed down.
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