"They're fighting, they're fighting!"
Dou Dou clung to Xiao Yue's arm, her small face full of excitement, her eyes shining brightly as she watched the mother and son.
"What are you so happy about?"
Xiao Yue helplessly tapped her small head, "And from beginning to end, it was only her hitting."
Indeed, Jiakang in the dream just stood motionless in place, letting the middle-aged woman swing her slaps, landing on his face and back.
He neither dodged nor resisted, like an emotionless stone statue, allowing his mother's anger to pour out on him.
The dream was so real, the punches from the middle-aged woman falling on him seemed to truly bring a dull pain.
She hit him for a full ten minutes, until panting heavily and completely exhausted, she stopped, gasping for air and cursing viciously, "You little beast, ungrateful brat, how could I have given birth to something like you."
