lt;The Pocket Dimens

At the village's edge, in a dilapidated grass temple, a woman with washed-out clothes patched countless times stood behind the stove, wielding a chipped spatula.,Yan Xiaosi hugged his head, curled up on the ground, and didn't dare to resist. "Big River Brother, I didn't seduce Liu Qianqian, it was Liu Qianqian who wanted to play with me.",A sharp pain erupted in Yan Xiaoshi's head, his vision blurring. Fragments of memories, alien and unwelcome, flooded his mind like a raging torrent, overwhelming him.。