"Lululu~ Lulululu~"
Muyang: "Hey, what's up, Dad?"
"Don't worry. Your son just has a little illness. I'm not stupid. How could some bad girl possibly lead me astray?"
"Don't worry, I won't go off with a guy, either."
Suantian: "Muyang, give me a hand. I can't open this bottle."
"Sure."
"Dad, I'll call you back later. I'm going to help her."
Muyang glanced at the tiny bottle in Suantian's hand, then at her arms, toned from years of archery practice.
"Are you sure?"
With arms that strong, she could crush an apple. Why did she need his help?
Suantian nodded, her gaze sincere. "Why not?"
"Sure."
Muyang took the bottle, wondering how she knew he couldn't resist this kind of thing.
"Don't ask me to do little things like this next time. I'm supposed to be recovering."
He'd come here to recover. How had things turned out like this?
Wasn't he supposed to sit quietly, listen to music, read, and get up for a short walk now and then?
How did he end up...
Shanwei: "Muyang, I need you."
"Sure."
Wait, that wasn't right. What was he about to do again? Never mind, it was probably something unimportant. It had to be.
Old Man Mu waited for ages, then sighed. "I shouldn't have only taught him how to handle things around the house. I should've taught him how to tell when people were after his body!"
"My boy!"
I listened to it last night in the middle of the night. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I didn't know where I had gone. After searching carefully, I found that it was only the second paragraph of the first chapter.