[Comprehensive] Please call me Rain God

Steve froze.

How could Toto speak?

With a chuckle, he hugged Olivia who was still in shock, touched her sweaty little face, and kissed her forehead, "I'm dreaming, how could Toto talk, okay, go back to sleep .”

Olivia blinked, and arched into his arms, eyes closed but not much sleepy.

She turned her back to Steve and blinked and looked out the window. Steve heard her breathing and knew that she was not asleep at all. He patted Olivia's small body and clearly felt Olivia He took a tight breath, stretched his arms and legs as if he was in a deep sleep, whimpered a few times and curled himself up even tighter.

"Don't pretend to be asleep."

Steve slapped her buttocks, the little girl flinched subconsciously, and slowly sat up from the bed, blinking and giggling.

"Get up if you can't fall asleep," Steve pinched her chubby face, "I won't talk about you, just pretend to be asleep."

He could guess why Olivia couldn't fall asleep. If the nightmare scared her to tears, he would be fine by coaxing her. But this time, it didn't seem easy.

Steve only knew that Olivia dreamed that Toto had spoken, but he didn't know the specifics, and Olivia couldn't describe anything else.

"Okay, let's go play if you can't sleep, and talk about it when you're sleepy."

Upon receiving Steve's words, Olivia got off the bed, ran out the door, and rushed directly to Toto, who was lying in the sun in the cat bed by the floor-to-ceiling window.

Toto heard Olivia's footsteps running over, he didn't bother to look back, he just flicked his tail, he didn't know what Olivia was going to do.

By the time it realizes it's too late.

Olivia pounced on it, almost killing it with half its life.

The little girl pinched Toto's two front paws and shook it desperately, "Toto, Toto, talk!"

Toto:? ? ? ?

What do you want me to say?

Toto's face was full of confusion, and the meowing in his mouth was shaken intermittently by her. It was Steve who rescued Toto from Olivia.

"Ollie, you can't do it like this."

Steve squeezed her face and warned her, "It's going to be uncomfortable."

The most important thing is what to do if Olivia gets scratched.

Olivia lowered her head and knelt down to touch Toto, "I was wrong, I'm sorry."

Toto didn't think anything of it, he was just shocked, flicked his tail and raised his paw to put on Olivia's arm, and rubbed it over to act like a baby in a childish voice.

Steve thinks the cat is out of his mind.

Olivia is small, and her attacks are neither serious nor serious. Every time she bullies Toto, this guy is not angry, and he doesn't open his mouth to bite her or grab her.

There is a hole in this brain.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly as he looked at Toto, who kept acting like a baby, and didn't know what else to say.

It can be described in one sentence.

One is willing to fight and the other is willing to suffer.

no way.

Olivia hugged Toto for a while and wanted to go out. She grabbed Steve's leg and begged for a long time before the man agreed to take her out for a walk.

But he doesn't know yet.

After an hour and a half, he will regret it to death.

It's just that he doesn't know for the time being.

Olivia took the initiative to go back to the room, obediently asked Steve to put clothes on her body, waited obediently for him to change clothes, and climbed into bed waiting for him to hug her.

She looks well-behaved, but there is excitement in those big eyes. She really hasn't gone out for a long time.

There was a park near the building. Olivia used to go there with him, but she hadn't been there for a long time. Naturally, everything she saw was very fresh.

Steve decided to take her out, not because the weather forecast said there was no wind and the temperature was very good today, so he was willing to take her out.

There is always a group of pigeons in the middle of the park. Steve bought pigeon food before he came, and he planned to let Olivia feed the pigeons later.

But unexpectedly, there seemed to be a lot of pigeons today, and their calls seemed a little strange. He frowned, feeling a little uneasy, put down the suction cup in his hand, and got up to call Olivia back.

But he was startled by the sudden flying pigeon.

This group of pigeons is usually very docile, and they are often fed by people, and they are not as vigilant as wild pigeons. When they flew up, they were not accompanied by roaring and threatening sounds.

He just felt bad, Steve covered his face with one hand while walking forward, kept calling Olivia's name, the little girl was obviously panicked, she hurried towards Steve , but these pigeons suddenly grabbed her clothes and prevented her from moving.

Olivia staggered and fell directly to the ground. She swung the pigeons on her body and ran towards Steve, but she was dizzy by the sudden wind. Before she fainted, she vaguely saw a pair of pigeons. After pupils filled with hatred, he lost consciousness.

Steve didn't know what happened there at all. He only knew that something was wrong. When the pigeons calmed down and the wind stopped blowing, Olivia disappeared in the middle of the park.

She is gone.

The person who took Olivia away was her biological mother.

Slud.

She was just sitting on a bench not far away, and she saw Olivia sitting on the stool at Steve's waist, smiling happily, blinking and acting like a baby in his arms.

Slude clenched his hands, resisting the desire to rush forward, and sat aside to observe.

She couldn't see Olivia's appearance clearly, she only remembered the child's general appearance when he was first born.

The little girl with pigtails and pigeon food in her hands was squatting on the ground feeding the pigeons, laughing occasionally.

It was extremely harsh in her ears.

She stared at Olivia, and a thought came to her mind.

take her away.

She did.

Olivia was brought back by her in her arms. Slude temporarily lived in a house that had been unoccupied for a long time. No one knew where the owner of the family had gone.

She threw Olivia on the sofa and looked at the strange child with deep eyes.

Slude doesn't like her.

I don't like it at all.

If it wasn't for this child, the sound of this experimental product, she would not have given birth to her in such a humiliating way, this child is a mistake!

She was so angry that she raised her hand and pinched the child's white and tender neck, exerting force.

Olivia was still in a coma, suddenly unable to breathe, of course she would struggle and cry, how could her strength compare to this adult.

She struggled feebly a few times, her breathing gradually became weaker, and even the strength of her struggle became much weaker.

Seeing her pale lips, Slude felt instantly relieved, and continued to exert force.

The little girl opened her mouth in vain, kicked her short legs a few times, and the little hand holding her arm dropped feebly.

Slude knew that as long as she kept like this, the child would die completely in another minute or two.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, just as she was about to force herself.

The tears dripping on the back of her hand made her let go subconsciously.

The air that suddenly poured into her lungs made Olivia very sad. She curled up sideways and coughed vigorously, her face was covered with tears, and the corner of her mouth was bitten by the little guy himself, leaving blood.

Slude bit her lip, she didn't know why she reached out her hand suddenly at the end, and didn't know if it was really because of the child's low tears that scalded her.

She just felt a sudden pain in her heart.

Olivia didn't wake up, but passed out completely, her small body was lying curled up with her back facing Slude, her face and lips were bloodless, and she seemed to be breathing weakly.

Slude stood there for a long time.

I don't know how long it took before she remembered to reach out to touch her.

She...wouldn't die.

Slude reached out to touch the side of her neck, though weakly, but her heart was still beating.

For some reason, she breathed a sigh of relief the moment she knew she was still alive.

Sitting beside her, Slude raised his hand, carefully untied the cotton coat on Olivia's body, and stretched out his hand to let her lie flat.

Carefully scrutinized her appearance.

Rather than being like her, Olivia seemed more like that man.

Slude has never seen Charles, and she doesn't know who provided the genetic material. She has only seen a photo, although the impression is vague.

But after seeing Olivia, she subconsciously realized that this child looked very similar to that man.

However, it seems.

In some places, there are some similarities with her.

Slude couldn't help but touch her.

very soft.

warm.

Olivia was still in a coma, and Slude had never been in contact with such a big child, and this child was humiliated and born by her. The original hatred seemed to have not dissipated, but she couldn't get up the energy to take her away. kill.

She didn't know why.

Obviously in her eyes, this child shouldn't be alive, she'd better die quickly, her life is proof of her history of humiliation.

Slude raised his hand, put it on Olivia's neck again, and exerted a little force. After hearing her painful moan, he withdrew his hand abruptly.

She is afraid.

She didn't know why she was so terrified.

Slude collapsed on the sofa, tilted his head to look at Olivia who was no longer frowning, and couldn't help reaching out to hold her short legs.

Feeling fleshy, the shoes on her feet were also kicked off when she was struggling just now.

The fleshy little feet were hidden in the warm yellow socks, and Slude couldn't help but hold them and squeeze them gently.

She raised her other hand to touch Olivia's cheek, which was soft and cool.

Her hands were so hot that Olivia couldn't help moving her body, and opened her eyes in a daze.

She got up and couldn't help coughing a few times, covering her small mouth. Slude just didn't kill her, but Olivia felt that her throat was very uncomfortable. She raised her head with tears in her eyes, and flattened slightly. Mouth, looks rather pitiful.

She didn't know the woman in front of her, but she felt a little familiar.

Slude knew that children would cry when they saw strangers, and she was also mentally prepared to welcome the children's cries.

But she didn't.

Olivia opened her mouth in confusion.

The voice was a little hoarse, but still soft.

She tentatively called out in doubt.

"……Mother?"