The moment those words left his mouth.
Lin Ying, who was sitting on Lynn's back and gripping the nape of his neck, poised to hit him, suddenly froze. Her eyes instantly went blank.
And in the very next moment.
The gunfire in the living room abruptly stopped, and she heard hurried footsteps approaching.
Bang.
The kitchen door was flung open, and Mother Lin rushed in, still holding a smoking pistol, panting as she demanded:
"What's going on?!"
Then she saw Lynn in his Shota Form flailing on the kitchen floor with a (〃＞皿＜) expression, while her daughter straddled his back, one hand gripping his neck and the other clenched into a fist, clearly ready to give him a thorough beating.
Without question, anyone who saw that scene would immediately think they knew exactly what had happened.
"Xiao Ying!!"
Yang Lin hurried over at once and said sternly:
"How could you hit and bully your little brother!"
Boom-
As though a sledgehammer had struck the back of her head, Lin Ying's gaze froze once again.
And before Lin Ying could say anything.
Lynn was already clutching his head with an o(╥﹏╥)o expression and burying himself in his mother's arms as he said:
"I... I'm okay, Mom. It was my fault. I knew about Sister Lin Ying, but Sister Lin Ying didn't know about me! Of course she'd beat me up when she saw me. Please don't blame her, Mom. It was all my fault."
Buzzz-
At that moment, Lin Ying looked as though several burly men had pinned her down and forcibly fucked her.
She stared blankly at Little Lynn, who was hiding in her mother's arms, choking back aggrieved sobs. His performance was so convincing that, if you hadn't just seen his sinister, uncanny adult appearance, you really would have