Qianyuan really shot herself in the foot.
He can't reveal his identity now, and he certainly can't fall into the trap his boss is trying to set.
If he continues on his story and the boss discovers that he is "Qian Yuan," then it's anyone's guess what the boss, as an NPC, will do.
So Qianyuan could only shake her head: "No... I am..."
His cheeks flushed, and he couldn't help but look away, saying guiltily, "Okay, then I'll wear a skirt..."
Seeing Qianyuan's expression, the boss couldn't resist teasing him:
"There are many kinds of dresses in that dressing room. Which one do you like? Court style, pastoral style, maid dress, stage outfit..."
Qianyuan seemed to have already imagined what it would be like to wear these dresses, and her face was already blushing so much it looked like it was about to bleed.
But when they got to the dressing room, there was only one dress inside, a long dress that could cover them from head to toe.
It perfectly matches my father's aesthetic.
Qianyuan was pushed inside to change into a dress. When she came out, the shopkeeper squatted down and carefully straightened her skirt, as if dressing up a newly acquired doll or tending to a carefully watered flower.
She would also slowly braid his hair, adorn it with flowers, and personally change his shoes and socks with matching laces.
The boss has taken very good care of him; standing in front of him, he looks like a sparkling doll, more like a tourist taking photos than someone who's here to complete a dungeon.
Even during the subsequent challenges, Qianyuan was carried by the boss with one hand the entire time.
Because Qianyuan was too weak to walk due to his illness, the boss guessed his physical condition before he could even ask for help.
It's like we've been together every day, so familiar with each other that we can't be more familiar with each other.
The boss carried him, step by step, walking very steadily.
It seemed as if they were carefully supporting him, nourishing him with their own flesh and blood.
With such a tall and reassuring embrace, how could Qianyuan not know it was him?
Qianyuan silently pressed her face against the boss's chest, gazing at him with affectionate eyes, and thought to herself:
dad.
Even the later escape room levels, the horror plot and chase scenes were all replaced by the boss with healthy and harmonious content for those under 18. Even the NPCs with severed hands and feet were all dressed in masks and bright decorations.
It felt like stepping into Alice in Wonderland.
Qianyuan: ...
Qianyuan complained to her boss, "Is this a horror game? An escape room?"
The boss said righteously, "You're still a baby. You can't watch those things. What if you get scared and have nightmares at night?" I still have to comfort you.
Qianyuan: "...I really am an adult now!"
Boss: "You're a girl now, girls shouldn't look at those things, babies should play in the fairy tale world."
There was nothing to say about Qian Yuan.
He could only watch as the last decapitated NPC, wearing a giant eye hairpin, waved to him, and then the boss turned a corner and led him to the last room.
This is the room where the truth of the entire script is sealed away.
It also holds the secrets of the entire amusement park.
It seemed the boss could no longer take Qianyuan with him. He took Qianyuan's hand and placed a key in her palm.
The boss asked, "Will you remember me?"
Do you remember their brief encounter?
Qianyuan knew that it was time to say goodbye.
He was unusually lively and suddenly pounced on his boss. The boss reacted quickly and caught him.
The little guy kissed him on the cheek.
“I remember all my fathers.”
"So Dad, remember that your child will always love you."
After saying this, Qianyuan waved to Shi Qianxi and turned to enter the last room.
He saw his father, who was sleeping soundly in the room, his body so large it blotted out the sky, slowly approaching him.
Like a princess about to awaken the king.
Now, many incongruous limbs and weapons have suddenly appeared on Shi Qianxi's blood-red figure, all caused by his excessive fusion. However, the face under the yellow talisman paper on his face still maintains a calm expression.
Qianyuan crawled over Shi Qianxi's disheveled body, came to him, and peeled the yellow talisman off her father's face.
Then, Qianyuan closed her eyes and pressed her forehead against Shi Qianxi's.
The next second, Qianyuan, inside Shi Qianxi's body, opened her eyes.
When Qian Yuan finally awoke, he looked at the void before him. This was the void within Shi Qianxi, and he needed to find Shi Qianxi's heart within this void in order to awaken his reason.
But before she could take two steps, Qianyuan was caught by the dark side of Shi Qianxi's subconscious defenses.
On the surface, the "bad dad" seemed no different from the normal Shi Qianxi, but his actions left no room for argument. He directly pulled Qianyuan into his arms and asked him:
"Baby, why aren't you sleeping? Where are you trying to run off to?"
"They actually tried to sneak away; they're so disobedient."
After saying that, Shi Qianxi actually picked up Qianyuan and carried her back to where they started.
Qian Yuan couldn't be drugged by Shi Qianxi again. In desperation, he had a sudden thought and used the remaining power of the illusion to copy the exact same women's clothing as before.
The long hem of her skirt suddenly blocked Shi Qianxi's view.
Shi Qianxi took two more steps before realizing that the fabric came from Qian Yuan's body.
Skirt...skirt?
Is your baby wearing a pretty little dress?
The bad dad froze.
Upon seeing this, Qianyuan immediately pleaded, "Daddy, please put me down, okay? This is making my stomach uncomfortable."
Shi Qianxi was stunned and silently let her skirt slide down his face.
Then he looked at the little one, who was like a doll but alive, soft, moving and breathing, and spun around in front of him, looking at him with a lively and cute expression: "Daddy, do I look pretty?"
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