Adoptive mother? Daughter, not related by blood, paranoid and cold-hearted
Mother pinched Mao Xiaoyu's arm, urgently and hard. But at this time, she could no longer care about so much. Mao Xiaoyu took off the sweater outside. The yellow and white vest clung to her young body. The short skirt that did not fit the size underneath was loosely tied around her flat hips. The dust from the long journey was printed with two or three patterns on the cheap plastic sandals.
Mao Xiaoyu took off her shoes according to her mother's instructions at home. Her soft muscles and orange-pink soles were pressed against the brown-red wooden floor. Gently walking through the steps and across the carpet, the fluff on the carpet passed through the pink and white toes and carefully wrapped it. The gentle touch made Mao Xiaoyu momentarily distracted.
"Ahem! Alas! "
Kneeling down with a plop was a signal from home. Mao Xiaoyu imitated a newborn foal, crawling toward the owner of the house with trembling hands and feet.
Children are very sensitive to beauty. For the first time, a woman's beauty arouses in her mind a feeling that is almost equal to admiration. Mao Xiaoyu vaguely expressed this feeling, but the woman looked at her indifferently, seeing her black and shiny hair soaked with sweat, tightly tied behind her head, her bare arms and thighs covered with whip marks, and her flat face had a tall nose.
The woman waved her hands, and her parents leaned together happily, as if it was the greatest joy in the world. They quickly followed the servant into a small dark door, and the sound of their cloth shoes creaking with joy gradually disappeared.
Mao Xiaoyu was fostered here, but she doesn't know it yet, maybe she knows it too. He watched blankly as the woman left and was dragged to the bathroom by the servants. His eyes widened in surprise and blurred with tears of disillusionment. Although I long for family affection, I just long for it.
Intention: I don't know