Chapter 23 My mom, sitting next to my dad, secretly gave me a footjob.

The atmosphere at the dinner table should have been warm and peaceful, but for me, it was an internal torment.

My father and mother were sitting opposite each other, right across from me.

My father’s face was beaming with excitement as he announced excitedly, “The flower show in the development zone is so lively these days! We’re off tomorrow, let’s go see it together!” His voice was full of unquestionable dictatorship; he made all the decisions by himself and never cared about our feelings.

Apart from him, my mother and I had absolutely no interest in those flowers and plants.

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