[MTL, BL] My Cards Are Perfect (Unlimited)

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"Sister... come and sit." The two little girls who looked exactly the same took the puppet master with one hand and brought her into the room.

Two skinny little hands pulled him, and the puppeteer tightened his fingers uncomfortably, holding the little hand that was hard to touch.

There was no light in the room, and the light from the corridor passed through the crack of the door and shone on the pale faces of the two sisters. Make her heart flutter.

"Who are you...?" The puppet master didn't change his expression and asked calmly.

"I'm older sister Aya, she's younger sister Yaya." The girl holding her left hand released her hand, picked up a bench and put it staggeringly behind the puppet master, "Sister come and sit."

"You don't sit . Right?" The puppeteer glanced at the bench and didn't sit down.

"There's only one stool in the room." Aya bowed her head embarrassedly, put her hands in front of her, and grabbed the corners of her clothes.

It was too dark in the room, but fortunately they hadn't closed the door yet, and the puppet master could see the scene clearly with just this light.

Unexpectedly, this place is so rudimentary that the puppeteer can't imagine, is this really the same apartment as the other rooms - not to mention the bed that is so small that it can barely sleep two children, A tattered table that maybe even children in the mountains can't see The books and clothes were placed in the corner at will, and there was not even a decent piece of furniture here.

The puppeteer frowned and looked at the scrawny twins: "What about your parents? They just let you live in this kind of place? Can't you even eat normally?" The

two sisters looked at each other, and in the end it was the elder sister Opened his mouth: "Mom and Dad... work outside."

"Here, it's only us. Every month... there will be money, and we will eat... But we, we eat too much, so often, we can't get enough." The 2-year-old child, on the contrary, is as inarticulate as a one- or two-year-old doll who babbles. "Just find the landlord's grandfather, sell it second-hand, sell the second-hand furniture, and exchange money to buy food."

"You don't turn on the lights, too. Because you want to save money?" The puppet master didn't have to look up, he knew the lights were full of dust.

"...Yes. The lights are not turned on because of the electricity bill." Aya nodded.

"..." The puppeteer was silent, and sat on the bench under the twins' expectant gaze.

People sat down on the bench and waited for a while, nothing happened.

She breathed a sigh of relief and then said, "Then why don't you just sit on the bed, it's not good to stand all the time."

Aya stared at the puppet master for a while with her godless eyes, and then answered in a low voice With a sound, she pulled Yaya to sit on the bed.

The dilapidated cot made an unbearable noise, as if it was about to collapse in the next second.

"You don't have enough to eat, so how can you live? How about taking a shower? What about clothes? Don't you have any?" The twins looked pitiful and well-behaved. order something.

"It's good to have an aunt..." Aya said, "An aunt with a younger brother, yes, give us some money, let us get hot water, take a bath... and clothes that my younger brother can't wear. , dress us."

Only then did the puppeteers notice that the clothes on their bodies were boys' styles, and the aunt with the younger brother they were talking about should be the woman just now, the clothes of a five-year-old boy, no matter how old they are, It is also too small to wear on a ten-year-old girl, and the twins' arms, calves, and waist are all exposed.