[Slow Travel] How to show affection correctly

"Success?"

Bai Mo looked at the ball of fire panting.

This body has been imprisoned for ten years without a soul, and its functional quality is not as good as that of an ordinary clearer who performs tasks, let alone just faced a monster that surpasses the strength of any gehenna.

Having not had a good rest for a long time, and constantly dodging, merging and properly releasing the energy of the black book when fighting against Bi Chen, the combination of these situations made Bai Mo feel a little tired.

He subconsciously put his hand on a vine,

So he didn't notice Delia's wide eyes for a moment.

A wave of impact came out from the ball of fire, and Bai Mo only felt a wave of heat rushing towards his face. Before he could react in time, he could only see gold and red in his vision.

His head was congested with blood, and Bai Mo raised his already sore and numb arm and touched his forehead in a state of confusion. It felt hot, damp and sticky to the touch.

"Bastard! You are just like your scumbag mother, who will do nothing but waste my money!"

He was kicked so hard on the back that he couldn't breathe in pain.

The man cursed a few more words, threw the bottle into the corner, and the splashed fragments grazed his neck, causing burning pain.

His head was dizzy, everything was upside down, his eyes flickered, and he passed out.

He woke up from the cold, and when he opened his eyes again, he was lying on the ground.The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the stench in the room made him smell sick.

He got up, endured the intense discomfort from his stomach, and picked up a broom with only a few hairs left to clean up the vomit all over the floor. After sweeping, he found another rag that was so dirty that no color could be seen and started to wipe the floor.

After cleaning, he tiptoed to the door, the room was rumbling loudly, he was careful not to make any noise, found the dead branches picked up yesterday and started a fire.

It is early autumn and it is cold in the morning.

He added a few more pieces of firewood to the stove, and looked at the flames, jumping brightly.His body gradually warmed up, but he couldn't hold on anymore, so he leaned against the corner of the wall and fell asleep.

"Food! Bastard, how dare you hide from this laziness!"

When he heard the first word, he had already woken up with fright, but his eyelids were too heavy, and his body was so sore that he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

When he felt a burning pain in his face, he fell to the ground, his ears were ringing from the slap, and he could only hug his head and curl himself up.

"Get the dinner ready before I get back, you hear?"

The man grabbed his ears and almost lifted him up.The fear and pain that his ear was about to be torn forced him to beg for mercy.

"I asked you if you heard it!"

He was pushed back, his head hit the edge of the stove, and he was kicked in the stomach, causing him to curl up in pain. "I heard it, I heard it."

The man left cursing.

After the abdominal pain relieved a lot, he stood up with difficulty and pulled to other parts of his body, but he didn't dare to cry out the pain, or even make a sound, and bit his mouth open before finally standing still.

He dug out the few rice, put it in the pot and added a lot of water.

The man's long-term drinking has hurt his stomach, and he can't eat normal rice. He has to cook the rice until it is mushy and can swallow it without chewing, otherwise he will be beaten again.

He took out the food and put it in a pot of hot water to heat it up. The man came back later than usual, and the water had been added three times before he heard the sound of the man coming back. He quickly took it out and put it on the table.

Normally, he couldn't eat at the table. He was about to go back to the broken cushion in the corner, but was stopped by a man.

The man was not even drunk.He was sitting opposite the man carrying the bowl, not daring to reach out to pick up the vegetables, so he could only sip the porridge in the bowl.He buried his head so low that his chin almost touched his chest.

"Raise your head."

He shuddered and looked up quickly before the man got impatient.

The man was unshaven and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked back and forth at himself and his face with a strange look.

Suddenly the man grinned, revealing a mouthful of deformed yellow and black teeth due to long-term smoking.

The man put a chopstick of food into his bowl: "It was my father's fault before, eat more."

He took it in trepidation, and quickly finished the contents of the bowl under the gaze of the man.

From that night on, nothing was the same.

Men no longer scold him, let alone beat him.

He was not allowed to do all the rough and tiring work, but he did not know where to find a woman with heavy make-up, who came to chat with him every day.Occasionally, a woman would pinch his shoulders, pull his arms and legs, and then leave and say to the man: "It's not enough, I'll raise it later."

He was eating better and better. Chicken, duck and fish meat, which he never dared to expect before, was put on the table every day, and the man always put two pieces of meat in his bowl after he was full.

Although he hasn't been beaten or scolded for a long time, he is still afraid of men from the bottom of his heart, and he dare not refuse.It wasn't until his stomach was bloated and aching, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead, that the man stopped picking up vegetables.

Mid-Autumn Festival is here.

He hadn't left the room for a long time, and the man even got a real bed from nowhere a few days ago, it was wide, very soft, and extremely elastic, and he could enjoy that big bed to himself every night.

On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he knelt on the bed, looked at the bright moon peeking out of the high window, and then closed his eyes to make a wish.

Please let this kind of life continue. Dad doesn't beat or scold him, and he can eat delicious meals and sleep in a soft and warm place every day.

A few days later, the woman reappeared.

The woman's eyes lit up when she saw him, she lowered her voice and said something to the man.The man turned his head and glanced at him, showing a smile that made him feel weird like that night.

The next evening, the woman came in with some bags.

The woman offered to help him take a bath. Although he was young, had no contact with anyone, and never went to school, he vaguely knew that this was wrong.

He broke away from the woman's hand and looked at the man in a panic, but froze in place after seeing the man's gloomy expression and the stick in his hand.

He was cleaned very clean, inside and out, even the most hidden places were not spared.

The strange feeling made him tremble uncontrollably, and the woman squeezed the soft bag in her hand mercilessly. "You'll get used to it later."

He put on new clothes.

It was the only new dress he had had since he could remember.

So even when he saw the somewhat strange style, he didn't have any complaints.

Maybe Dad bought it wrong.

Thinking so, he followed the woman out of the bathroom.

For a few hours, it looked like the home had been completely redecorated.New chairs, sofas, a round dining table just reaching the waist height of an adult, black sheets, quilts, and ambiguous warm lighting, as well as black and red objects neatly arranged on the cabinet.

Everything made him uneasy.