The beetle carried its thick shell and crawled slowly across the ground.
Actually, tortoises can run quite fast, but they just can't be bothered to move, which is why they appear to be so sluggish. Maybe that's also the secret to their long lifespans.
Everything in the outside world was irrelevant to it; it just carried its own house around this little patch of land, as if it was deaf to all other sounds. Then Xu Qing scooped it up in one hand. Its limbs flailed briefly in the air, but once it realized it was no longer on the ground, it stopped wasting its energy.
"Dad..."
"Don't talk to me."
Xu Qing would rather play with the tortoise than talk to the disingenuous little cotton-padded jacket.
Speaking of which, being able to translate so confidently and resolutely without understanding is a talent in itself.
"Why is my mom so awesome?"
Xu Jin didn't care about Xu Qing's standoffishness and edged closer; Xu Qing sidestepped her, and she edged closer again.
