"I... I, I, I," the Little Nian Beast drooped its head.
"You, you, you, what are you trying to say?" Lin Xingshi tilted his head.
"I... have never slept on a bed before," the Little Nian Beast mumbled.
"No way, does your family really treat you that badly?" Lin Xingshi was shocked, frowning as he squinted, "Do they make you sleep on the floor, or in a doghouse?"
"Treat me badly?"
The Little Nian Beast took a moment, using its racial talent to understand the meaning of that phrase, "Are they really bad to me?"
"Of course, who doesn't let children sleep on beds?" Lin Xingshi looked at him with a mix of sympathy and amusement, suddenly pursing his lips, "What kind of life have you been living?"
"Oh, I see, my dad is treating me badly, he's a bad guy," the Little Nian Beast frowned, "But... Xiaoxing, we don't even have a bed at home."
"Huh?"
"We don't have a bed at home. That's why I've never slept on one," said the Little Nian Beast.
