Chapter 94 you are my stool

I like to sit on you like this, hook your neck with my hands, rest my head on your shoulders, and sleep quietly for a while.Please don't bother me, you are my stool. When you are sitting, I like to jump on top of you, wrap my feet around your body, put my hands around your neck, and rest my head on your arms like a baby in the arms of its mother or father.Please don't wake me up, you are my stool. I like to sit next to you with one or both legs on your lap, changing positions occasionally.Please don't take my legs away, you are my stool. I like to sit on your lap, hold my waist with your hands, block your sight with my back, prevent you from reading newspapers, reading books, and working.You are not allowed to push me away, you are my stool.

When you are sitting on the sofa, I like to walk behind you, ride on your shoulders, ask you to grab my hands, then stand up and circle around, let me touch the ceiling, touch the chandelier, touch my usual Things that I can't touch, look at the scenery from a high place that I can't usually see.Who told you to grow taller than me?You are not allowed to say that you are tired, you are my stool, a stool that can walk. I like to curl up on you, use your hands as armrests, and cry for a while.Don't go away, you are my stool. With you, I have a comfortable stool, but what I am most afraid of is that one day, you will no longer be my stool.