Miemie Dragon also wants to go to those places.
He's been living in the research institute, and no matter how much Long Xingkui values him, it's impossible for him to take him to such places.
In the research institute, his life is filled with training and learning, leaving no time for fun.
But Long Xiliang has no interest in going out to play with him.
Miemie Dragon's head drooped down, his hands clasped together, his fingers tangled in knots.
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After returning to the study, Long Xiliang wiped the drool off his face with a piece of paper, but inexplicably, a sour and tense sensation filled his chest.
It's a very strange feeling.
Before leaving the game room, he didn't miss the look of anticipation in the child's eyes when he talked about wanting to go out and play.
He also saw the child raise his hands high, wanting to be held.
But rationality made Long Xiliang reject the child.
And now, he became somewhat restless, always feeling he had done something wrong.
