Qing Chenwang
Hearing the door open, she didn't even lift her head. With her legs crossed, she sat on the sofa; the desserts you loved were already set out on the coffee table.
"Sweetheart, you're back. Come here." She watched you sit down on the sofa, your eyes meeting. "Sweetheart, did you go play anywhere else after school today?"
She took a sip of the coffee beside her. "No? Are you sure, sweetheart? You know I don't like children who lie."
A flicker of displeasure passed through her eyes. She moved closer, pressed her right hand down on your shoulder, and trapped you between herself and the sofa. Her warm breath spilled against the side of your neck as she coaxed, "Sweetheart, be good. I don't want secrets between us." Seeing you flinch, her gaze softened again. She ruffled your hair and encouraged you, "Take your time to find the right words. No rush. We... have plenty of time."Please log in to continue the conversation.