Shocking! A three-year-old brings his aloof mother to their door.

He stood there for a few seconds, then suddenly felt a tightening in his lower abdomen.

Terrible.

If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would really have to go find "Five-Finger Girl" to solve the problem.

That would be completely nonsensical.

Mo Ye shook his head and practically fled downstairs.

Turn on the tap, scoop up some cold water and pour it on your face.

The cool water stimulated my skin, finally suppressing the heat.

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror, his face covered in water droplets and his ears bright red, and gave a wry smile:

"You still have too much temper..."

Twenty minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

He Wanqing came out wrapped in a bath towel, her hair wrapped in a towel, revealing her fair and jade-like neck and shoulders, with a faint blush from the bath.

Mo Ye had just walked upstairs when he saw this scene, and his steps suddenly stopped.

Then he saw He Wanqing wearing a black slip dress.

The nightgown was extremely simple in design, with thin shoulder straps, silky fabric, and a length that only reached mid-thigh.

He Wanqing changed her clothes with her back to him. When she turned around, Mo Ye felt his breath catch in his throat.

He Wanqing, who usually wears a serious business suit, seemed like a completely different person at this moment.

The black fabric made her skin appear even whiter and brighter, her delicate collarbones were fully exposed, and her shoulder line was smooth and beautiful.

The V-neck design of the nightgown subtly outlines a beautiful curve, and the pair of straight and slender legs beneath the hem are dazzlingly white.

She wasn't even wearing a bra.

Mo Ye's Adam's apple bobbed.

He Wanqing felt a little embarrassed by his direct gaze, and her cheeks flushed red.

This was indeed the first time she had worn pajamas like this—even her nightgowns in the past were mostly conservative long-sleeved styles.

But tonight, I don't know what got into me, I inexplicably bought this.

She forced herself to remain calm, walked to the dressing table and sat down, looking at Mo Ye standing there blankly in the mirror.

"Is it pretty? (ﾉ∇︎〃 )" she asked softly, her voice trembling without her even realizing it.

Mo Ye nodded blankly.

He felt he was probably the first person in the entire S City to see He Wanqing like this.

This realization filled him with an indescribable sense of satisfaction and possessiveness.

Looking at his silly expression, He Wanqing suddenly felt like teasing him.

She tilted her head, feigning surprise: "Your nose is bleeding."

Mo Ye was startled and instinctively reached out to wipe it.

My fingertips are clean.

He was stunned for a moment, then looked up and saw He Wanqing's barely suppressed smile in the mirror, and realized that he had been tricked.

"~(≧▽≦)/~" He Wanqing finally couldn't help but laugh out loud.

She discovered that Mo Ye was genuinely adorably innocent in some ways.

Mo Ye looked at her smiling eyes, which seemed to shatter into starlight. The black halter top swayed gently with her movements, and her snow-white skin almost glowed against the black fabric.

He finally understood why some emperors in ancient times did not hold morning court sessions.

If he were a king, and had such a beauty in his arms, he would also...

Stop.

Mo Ye took a deep breath and forced himself to look away.

After laughing enough, He Wanqing patted the stool behind her: "Come here and help me blow-dry my hair."

Mo Ye paused for a moment, then obediently walked over and sat down on a slightly higher stool behind her.

Plug in the hair dryer, and warm air will gently blow out.

His long, slender fingers ran through He Wanqing's damp hair.

Her hair was fine and soft, with the fresh scent of shampoo—refreshing and gentle.

Mo Ye suddenly realized that he had never felt her hair so carefully before.

Is it because once you like someone, you become extra attentive and infatuated with everything about her?

He remembered blow-drying her hair before, but he didn't seem to feel this racing heart back then.

He lowered his head, trying to adjust the angle of the hair dryer—

But my gaze involuntarily drifted downwards.

From this angle, you can just see the patch of snow-white skin beneath the neckline of the nightgown, and the soft, barely visible breasts!

Mo Ye's hand trembled, and the hair dryer almost fell to the ground.

He suddenly looked up, staring intently at the ceiling, and began frantically reciting the Tao Te Ching in his mind:

"The Tao that can be spoken of is not the eternal Tao; the name that can be named is not the eternal name. Nameless, it is the origin of Heaven and Earth; named, it is the mother of all things..."

He Wanqing looked at his bright red ears and taut jawline in the mirror, and the corners of her mouth curved up.

After a moment of silence, she suddenly remembered the suggestive things Qin Yue had said at the barbecue restaurant earlier that day, and hesitated before speaking:

"Do all you guys...like...big bears?"

As soon as she said it, she froze.

Good heavens, how could she ask such a question!

The earlobes turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Ye was reciting "Therefore, one should always be without desire to observe its subtlety, and always have desire to observe its manifestations" when he suddenly heard this question, and his mind didn't immediately catch on:

"What? Big Bear? I don't have one. I like Ultraman Tiga."

He Wanqing: "...?"

She looked at him in the mirror, puzzled.

Mo Ye only realized what he had said after he finished speaking, and he was stunned.

Wait, what did He Wanqing just ask...?

This kind of topic really doesn't seem like something He Wanqing would say.

But she just had to say it, and she said it so seriously.

His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards again.

He Wanqing noticed this time, and tugged at her collar in embarrassment and annoyance: "Where are you looking!"

Mo Ye felt a little regretful that the spring sunshine was blocked.

He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound normal: "Why are you suddenly asking this?"

He Wanqing pursed her lips and whispered, "Yueyue said today...you boys all like big ones."

Mo Ye finally understood and couldn't help but chuckle softly.

He turned off the hairdryer, gently placed his hands on He Wanqing's shoulders, and leaned close to her ear.

The warm breath sprayed onto her earlobe, and He Wanqing sensitively shrank her neck.

"Don't listen to Qin Yue's nonsense," Mo Ye's voice was deep and gentle, with a hint of amusement, "I like you just the way you are."

He paused, then added, "Just right; any more would be a surplus, any less would be a deficit."

He leaned down, bringing his breath close to her ear, his warm breath brushing against her sensitive earlobe:

Everything about you is exactly what I'm looking for.

He Wanqing felt a jolt of electricity run from the tips of her ears throughout her body.

She turned around and looked up at him. They were so close they could feel each other's breath.

Mo Ye looked into her eyes—those usually calm and rational eyes were now misty with tears, and the corners of her eyes were faintly red, as if she had been bullied.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and finally, unable to resist, he lowered his head and kissed her.

After a long while, their lips parted.

He Wanqing softly hummed in response, her voice gentle and sweet, like the tip of a feather brushing against the heart.

Looking at her blushing cheeks and slightly trembling eyelashes, Mo Ye felt a surge of heat rush to his head, and his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.

"Wanqing," his voice was so low and hoarse, "you are so beautiful."

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