"Bai Qingqing! Look at the mess you made at home!" My mother's voice came from the living room, with thunderous majesty, which scared me so much that I hid under the bed, not forgetting to stuff the last bit of bread into my mouth before getting in. It was in this situation that Bai Muzhou appeared in front of me. He was brought into our house by his mother. The mothers were saying that he should stay here for a while and that it would be difficult to take care of him when he was on a business trip.
And my mother, my mother, in order to show her hospitality, ran into my room without saying a few words and prepared to catch me out. Of course, I crawled under the bed to avoid her.
Bai Muzhou also came in at this time. He half-knelt on the ground, looked under the bed, and then extended his hand to me - I was nine years old that year, which was the starting point of my story with Bai Muzhou.
Intention: If you also dream about me, please kiss me deeply in your dream, okay?