The baby was naturally afraid of pain and delicate; before, his father had always pampered and coaxed him. Seeing Long Qian remain silent, he became somewhat frightened, and tears streamed down his face as he resisted the cotton swab.
"Disobedient, trying to run away."
Long Qian's face darkened, and he mischievously slapped the cub's bottom twice.
The cub, who had been stunned and shedding tears, couldn't hold back any longer. Like a puppy with its fur standing on end, it bared its little sharp teeth and hissed. It even grew bigger all of a sudden, pinning Long Qian down and biting down hard on Long Qian's neck.
This is an instinct that Qianyuan, as a zombie, cannot escape.
But Qian Yuan didn't expect that Long Qian's neck would be so stiff, making him seem rather dull.
Qianyuan, unwilling to give up, bit down hard again, leaving only a neat string of teeth marks.
The little guy licked his teeth, reluctantly raised his head, and was immediately pulled back by his father's deep gaze.
Then Long Qian deliberately slit his own throat with a knife:
"Drink it."
Long Qian's blood always held the strongest attraction for Qian Yuan, but having vented his anger, Qian Yuan had regained some of his rationality. Even though his emotions were veiled and had become much more indifferent, he would still reach out and cover Long Qian's neck, shaking his head.
"Dad is in pain."
"Dad is injured."
Long Qian paused, as if his son had recited some special incantation, finally waking him from that obsessive state.
He hugged Qianyuan tightly.
Long Qian seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, resting his head on Qian Yuan's shoulder:
"Baby, Daddy is going crazy looking for you."
Qianyuan touched her father's head in a daze and felt Long Qian's tears.
He tried to imitate his father's appearance from his memory and tasted the bitterness of tears.
Salty.
It was also both sour and bitter.
It's sadness, obsession, loneliness, fear, guilt...
The father's emotions were about to overwhelm Qianyuan; Qianyuan's red pupils dilated and then contracted.
He understood the taste of emotions, and all the voices about feelings returned.
Qianyuan covered her ears, listening to the sound of her own heart crying. In disbelief, it slowly shrank, and she hid in her father's arms, finally bursting into tears.
I cry for myself, I cry for my father:
"It hurts, it hurts so much..."
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