Let’s talk about an inappropriate metaphor.

Just like a cat whose tail has been stepped on.

…

"Um."

After a brief pause, the old man nodded.

"did not hear."

He really didn't hear the sound of the pipa.

The old man's body tensed up unconsciously as he entered the balcony -

Even though I was immersed in flowers and plants, my body, which had not completely relaxed, finally felt completely soothed.

He leaned back in the lounge chair.

Surrounded by the fragrance of flowers.

The old man half-squinted his eyes in contentment.

…

"Hey, hey."

The old lady patted the old man's body.

"Did you forget something?"

"Who said just now that you want to talk to me slowly?"

The old lady's curiosity rose again.

…

"……oh."

The old man responded slowly.

…

"how?"

The old lady was dissatisfied.

"Are you trying to cheat?"

…

"What a shame..."

The old man curled his lips.

"Don't say it so harshly."

"You always let me think about what to say to you..."

…

"Tell it like it is."

The old lady has a "tough" attitude.

"Get up first."

…

The old man was semi-forced to sit up.

He rubbed his forehead.
Chapter completed!