"Oh my, what's wrong with this teacher?!"
Before Bo Yi could react to Mitian's performance, Qiqi's Mom, who had just returned with a freshly made soup, got a fright. She hurriedly set the soup down and reached out to help Mitian, who was still crouching on the floor.
Mitian leaned sideways, discreetly dodging Qiqi's Mom's outstretched hand, and slumped against Bo Yi's thigh as if he had no bones.
Bo Yi glanced at the chopsticks on the floor and shook his head at Qiqi's Mom. "It's nothing serious. He just has a bit of... a stomachache." As though suddenly realizing something, he glanced at Mitian, who was still crying "Ow, ow" over his aching stomach, and continued, "I'll help him over there to sit for a while..."
Without giving Qiqi's Mom a chance to speak, he took Mitian straight over to the sofa. Mitian remained admirably committed to his act. Even away from the dining table and seated on the sofa, he leaned weakly into Bo Yi's arms, clutching his stomach, his pale face practically declaring how fragile he was.
"Oh dear, what about dinner, then?" Qiqi's Mom looked at the two on the sofa with concern. "Why don't I bring you teachers a few of the dishes?"
"No need."
The moment the words left his mouth, Qiqi's Mom's expression changed. Her face, so full of concern a moment ago, instantly twisted. "Why?"
Not good... Bo Yi instantly realized he had refused too quickly, but she gave him no chance to salvage the situation. The corners of Qiqi's Mom's mouth, previously raised in a welcoming smile, jerked downward. Her taut facial muscles contorted her expression into something hideous and terrifying. All color drained from her face before a bluish gray slowly spread across it, and even her pupils gradually shrank