Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Bai Yao held his face in her hands, "What are you thinking about?"

Fan Su's pants were half taken off, and his white buttocks were half exposed in the air. In the past, Bai Yao loved his initiative, but now she refused, which made him feel even more panicked and sad, "I can do it, I really can do it..."

Not long ago, in order to let him have a good sleep so that she could sneak out to do some errands, Bai Yao squeezed him from the inside out. He woke up too early and has not fully recovered yet.

Back in the room, Bai Yao took off his outer robe, and he thought that Bai Yao missed him again, but his body had not rested well yet. What should he do if he could not give her the best experience?

That's why he's troubled.

Perhaps it was his hesitation that made Bai Yao unhappy, so she turned around and left.

"Don't leave." Fansui's eyes were filled with mist, and he pleaded, and every word he said was difficult, "Yaoyao, I am still useful."

He rarely gave up their personas of the Great General and the Princess, and called her name like that, contrary to his fragile and broken feeling at the moment, he grabbed her hand and touched it to his crotch, wanting to prove that he still had the ability to make her enjoy it.

As long as he is still useful, she will not abandon him.

Bai Yao sighed, "I didn't think about leaving. I just wanted to put the dirty clothes aside and get you some clean clothes to wear. Don't be afraid."

This was just a very small matter, but Fan Su had been very sensitive in recent days, and every move she made would cause a huge reaction from him.

Fansong blinked slightly, "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Bai Yao threw the robe aside and stretched out her arms to hug his body, "I won't leave you."

Fan Sui looked into her eyes and made sure that she was not lying to him. His tense body suddenly relaxed and he lay limply on top of her, burying his face in the crook of her neck, desperately sniffing her scent.

He hadn't put on his clothes yet. Bai Yao was afraid that he would be cold, so she picked up the quilt next to her and wrapped it around him with difficulty.

Fansui seemed to have become a susceptible little animal. For a long time, he just greedily tried to stick his whole body to her without any unnecessary movements.

Bai Yao's hand gently stroked his back, making him feel how much she cared for him. After he felt safe enough to calm his mind, he felt even sadder.

He is not good at all.

He thinks he is a great general who can save everything, but in fact he is just a nobody.

Many years ago, the Zhou family's shadow puppetry skills surpassed those of the locals and won the favor of wealthy people. The Zhou family was specifically requested to perform several times, and every time they came back, they would bring back a lot of treasures.

Naturally, this incident aroused the jealousy of others.

The Zhao family is clearly the local family that has been performing shadow puppetry for generations and is the traditional inheritor of the local tradition. How come the Zhou family, who came from outside, took the lead?

As a result, many people started to have evil thoughts.

When the Zhou family returned from a performance, several wealthy members of the Zhao family blocked them. Seeing that they were not friendly, Mr. Zhou quickly told his wife and children not to get out of the car and went to negotiate with them himself.

Mrs. Zhou hugged her two children tightly and hid in the tool cart, shivering.

The intention of this group of people was obvious. They forced Mr. Zhou to hand over the methods of making and manipulating his original shadow puppetry. If he didn't, he would never see his wife and children again. As the saying goes, poor and bad places produce unruly people, not to mention in times of war, people who are forced into a corner by life will do anything.

Mr. Zhou had no choice but to agree.

Perhaps he agreed too quickly, so several members of the Zhao family added another requirement, "Hand over all the treasures you have obtained during this period."

Mr. Zhou's face changed.

Several knives were placed on his wife and children, "If you don't hand it over, then we will take action."

Mrs. Zhou shouted, "We'll pay!"

Mr. Zhou said, "It is impossible for me to carry so much treasure with me. We have put all the treasures in the bank in the city. Marshal Wu will invite us to perform in the city the day after tomorrow. If you let us go back, I will take out the treasures and give them to you the day after tomorrow."

There have been frequent wars recently, and it is not easy to enter and leave the city. Only the Zhou family in Zhaojiawan has received this favor and can enter the city by taking the opportunity of performing.

The Zhao family members laughed and said, "Do you think we are fools? If you go back, won't you just run away?"

Another member of the Zhao family thought for a moment and said, "It's ok for you to go back. You can leave a hostage here. If you don't bring the money back in two days, we will kill you."

Several people looked at Mrs. Zhou again, "Women can't do that. If you die, you can still spend money to buy a more beautiful woman, but these two sons are your own sons."

Mrs. Zhou hugged her two sons tightly, feeling extremely panicked.

The two boys, one seven years old and the other six years old, looked very similar but gave people completely different feelings. They curled up in their mother's arms, and they seemed to understand what the Zhao family said.

Mr. Zhou said: "Mr. Li invited us to perform tomorrow and said he wanted to see our children's performance. We agreed to it before. If our children don't perform tomorrow and offend Mr. Li, we will be in trouble."

The Zhao family looked at each other and made a compromise. "You want to watch the child perform, right? Then one child should be enough. You can take one away, but you must leave one behind."

Mr. Zhou's face was stiff, and his eyes moved back and forth between the two children, unable to make up his mind.

Until the little boy cried and threw himself into his father's arms, "Father, don't leave me!"

Mr. Zhou looked at his eldest son who was leaning in his mother's arms, not making any noise and with a dull look on his face. He made a decision in his heart. Mrs. Zhou naturally knew what his eyes meant, but she just bit her lip and didn't say much.

Their eldest son was a little strange since he was born. He didn't like to talk or make noise. He just liked to sit in a corner by himself. Sometimes he would just hold a shadow puppet and play with it by himself for an entire afternoon.

He always repeats the same stereotyped behavior every day, but he never gets tired of it.

Compared with his clever and lively brother, this child looks like a fool.

After they made money, of course they took their children to see a foreign doctor in the city. The foreign doctor talked about autism, but they didn't understand and they almost forgot all the terms. The only thing they remembered clearly was that the doctor said such a disease could not be cured so far.

Perhaps only long-term companionship can make this child's condition a little better.

Mr. and Mrs. Zhou were certainly responsible parents. When the foreign doctor said the child could not be cured, they took the child to find other doctors. No matter what folk remedies they used, even praying to gods and Buddhas, they were willing to try. As long as the child could return to normal, they would be willing to go out in wind or rain.

Yes, they made money after all, and the family’s life improved.

The boy seemed to be sensitive to his parents' decision, for when his father reached out and touched his head, he stared at his father's loving face with his brown eyes. However, he did not cry like his younger brother and beg his parents not to abandon him.

The father said: "Fan Su, stay here for a while, we will come back to pick you up soon, you have to be good."

"Okay." The boy answered slowly in a childish voice: "I will be good."