"Is your hand still okay?"

"It's not going to get better, Nao."

"Ah? For the claws?" Xiaobai was nervous.

"I don't know why either."

"Auntie, give me your hand."

"Where do you live?"

"Xiaobai, I'll give you a blowjob."

Holding her aunt's calloused hands, Xiaobai puffed up her cheeks, blew softly, and kept asking her if she was feeling better.

"Be nice, Nao. Forget it. Don't brag about it. Let's go home quickly."

"Wait a minute, aunt, your hands look like claws, like..."

"What does it look like?"

"Like a sand pit."

Xiaobai finally thought of a more suitable metaphor. Her aunt's rough hands looked like the sand pit where she often dug sand to play house.

Xiaobai put his smooth little hand next to his aunt's rough big hand, kept looking at it, and asked her concernedly if it hurt.

Malanhua took her hand away and urged Xiaobai: "Come on, hurry up, let's go home and chat."

Take the lead.

Xiaobai stepped on her reflection and trotted to keep up.
Chapter completed!