The weekend time was occupied by several social events, and the remaining one was to visit Asaka Seto
Naga always feels that Asaka's experience should be related to what he did in his dream. Although he doesn't need any guilt in his dream, the impact in reality will still make him feel uncomfortable.
What's more, that kind of experience is indeed a disaster for conservative women
Section Chief, you are really...uh, what a good intention that unexpectedly happened to me
Miku, who accompanied him to deal with all the social events, naturally accompanied this item, so Naga felt more at ease, otherwise it would be difficult for him to maintain a normal expression if he faced Asaka alone.
Asaka is a single-parent family. His father is working all day long for work. After ringing the doorbell, he saw that Asaka himself was opening the door. Naga was not too surprised.
After all, no matter what kind of twists and turns you encounter, life will continue
Asaka is thinner than when she was at work before, her cheeks are slightly sunken and her eyes are filled with gloomy fatigue. She looked at Naga who was carrying the fruit, lowered her head and smiled gratefully, letting open the entrance, and whispered, please enter
Sitting on the sofa, I was silent for nearly two minutes before Yumiku spoke and broke the silence
That... Seto, are you in better health?
Well, it's okay. Qianxiang lowered her head, her slender fingers tangled together, and a blue vein appeared on the back of her fair hands.
Naga opened her mouth and realized that the sound from her vocal cords was a little nervous and hoarse. My colleagues were all worried about you... There was no need to quit.
Qianxiang was silent for a few seconds, shook her head slightly in the middle of her long hanging hair, I... could not go back, my father said, "I want to take me to a distance, my father and daughter... quietly start a new life."
Her voice was a little childish and emotional nasal sound, like a child who was wronged but was unwilling to show it in front of adults. Thank you very much for coming to see me... I really don't have anything
Mijiu hesitated for a moment and asked: Is the wound really healed? I heard from my friend that you said you were beaten so badly that bastard is so hateful!
The elevated tone added the element of righteous indignation. It is undeniable that she is actually far smarter than what she shows.
Asaka tightened her hands, her shoulders shook uncontrollably. She raised her head and looked at her former colleague in front of her with a confused expression. I... don't know what to say
She paused for a few seconds, covered her eyes with her hands, and supported her elbows on her knees, and her tone suddenly became excited. I, I, clearly... I was treated like that, so cruelly, but... But when I woke up, I found that I was just dreaming why... Why was there such cruel and real dreams... She raised her head, and tears flowed brightly on her cheeks. I know you wouldn't believe it. I... wasn't raped by the head of the class leader, I, I was raped by someone in my dream, I must be like this, I didn't feel anything the class leader had done to me, my body... what is left is the pain caused by the man in the dream!
She sobbed and raised her hand to cover her face, but no one believed me. They just felt that I was hit too hard and my father even wanted to take me to do a mental test. I said it was all true... it was all true.
Miku didn't understand what Asaka said at all, so she had to look at Naga with help and whispered: Hey, aren't you very good at dreaming or something? Let's say a few words.
Ah...this...Naga scratched his head, Seto, I... still believe that things like your dreams are mysterious in themselves. Now, not everything can be explained by science, right?
Qianxiang lowered her hands with tears in her eyes and looked at Naga pitifully. Really? Do you believe me? Don’t you think I’m going crazy?
Naga took out his newly bought "Nighttime Thinking" (Andre Locke) from his bag and handed it to her. If possible, calm down and read the book related to dreams. Maybe, you may suddenly find a way to heal yourself.
Asaka hugged the book tightly with her hands, hugged it in front of her chest, and nodded seriously. Thank you, Mengyejun
On the way back, Miku asked him in a subtle tone: Oh, Naga, is dreaming really that interesting? I always listen to you and Tabe talking about it. I... don't even dream. I do it once a while, and it's hard to remember it.
Naga didn't know how to tell her, to be honest, it would definitely not work, so she had to vaguely bring the topic over. Dreams are actually another world. If you think about it like this, you will feel very wonderful.
Another world...? Miku suddenly turned her head and looked at Naga's side face. The wind-blown hair was pressed against her smooth and fair cheeks.
What's wrong? Is there anything on my face? Naga touched his face embarrassedly and asked
Nothing. Mijiu pursed her rosy lips and pushed the hair on her face apart. I just felt that compared to another world, I still like reality more
Naga always feels that Asaka's experience should be related to what he did in his dream. Although he doesn't need any guilt in his dream, the impact in reality will still make him feel uncomfortable.
What's more, that kind of experience is indeed a disaster for conservative women
Section Chief, you are really...uh, what a good intention that unexpectedly happened to me
Miku, who accompanied him to deal with all the social events, naturally accompanied this item, so Naga felt more at ease, otherwise it would be difficult for him to maintain a normal expression if he faced Asaka alone.
Asaka is a single-parent family. His father is working all day long for work. After ringing the doorbell, he saw that Asaka himself was opening the door. Naga was not too surprised.
After all, no matter what kind of twists and turns you encounter, life will continue
Asaka is thinner than when she was at work before, her cheeks are slightly sunken and her eyes are filled with gloomy fatigue. She looked at Naga who was carrying the fruit, lowered her head and smiled gratefully, letting open the entrance, and whispered, please enter
Sitting on the sofa, I was silent for nearly two minutes before Yumiku spoke and broke the silence
That... Seto, are you in better health?
Well, it's okay. Qianxiang lowered her head, her slender fingers tangled together, and a blue vein appeared on the back of her fair hands.
Naga opened her mouth and realized that the sound from her vocal cords was a little nervous and hoarse. My colleagues were all worried about you... There was no need to quit.
Qianxiang was silent for a few seconds, shook her head slightly in the middle of her long hanging hair, I... could not go back, my father said, "I want to take me to a distance, my father and daughter... quietly start a new life."
Her voice was a little childish and emotional nasal sound, like a child who was wronged but was unwilling to show it in front of adults. Thank you very much for coming to see me... I really don't have anything
Mijiu hesitated for a moment and asked: Is the wound really healed? I heard from my friend that you said you were beaten so badly that bastard is so hateful!
The elevated tone added the element of righteous indignation. It is undeniable that she is actually far smarter than what she shows.
Asaka tightened her hands, her shoulders shook uncontrollably. She raised her head and looked at her former colleague in front of her with a confused expression. I... don't know what to say
She paused for a few seconds, covered her eyes with her hands, and supported her elbows on her knees, and her tone suddenly became excited. I, I, clearly... I was treated like that, so cruelly, but... But when I woke up, I found that I was just dreaming why... Why was there such cruel and real dreams... She raised her head, and tears flowed brightly on her cheeks. I know you wouldn't believe it. I... wasn't raped by the head of the class leader, I, I was raped by someone in my dream, I must be like this, I didn't feel anything the class leader had done to me, my body... what is left is the pain caused by the man in the dream!
She sobbed and raised her hand to cover her face, but no one believed me. They just felt that I was hit too hard and my father even wanted to take me to do a mental test. I said it was all true... it was all true.
Miku didn't understand what Asaka said at all, so she had to look at Naga with help and whispered: Hey, aren't you very good at dreaming or something? Let's say a few words.
Ah...this...Naga scratched his head, Seto, I... still believe that things like your dreams are mysterious in themselves. Now, not everything can be explained by science, right?
Qianxiang lowered her hands with tears in her eyes and looked at Naga pitifully. Really? Do you believe me? Don’t you think I’m going crazy?
Naga took out his newly bought "Nighttime Thinking" (Andre Locke) from his bag and handed it to her. If possible, calm down and read the book related to dreams. Maybe, you may suddenly find a way to heal yourself.
Asaka hugged the book tightly with her hands, hugged it in front of her chest, and nodded seriously. Thank you, Mengyejun
On the way back, Miku asked him in a subtle tone: Oh, Naga, is dreaming really that interesting? I always listen to you and Tabe talking about it. I... don't even dream. I do it once a while, and it's hard to remember it.
Naga didn't know how to tell her, to be honest, it would definitely not work, so she had to vaguely bring the topic over. Dreams are actually another world. If you think about it like this, you will feel very wonderful.
Another world...? Miku suddenly turned her head and looked at Naga's side face. The wind-blown hair was pressed against her smooth and fair cheeks.
What's wrong? Is there anything on my face? Naga touched his face embarrassedly and asked
Nothing. Mijiu pursed her rosy lips and pushed the hair on her face apart. I just felt that compared to another world, I still like reality more
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