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

He Wanqing raised her eyes, her eyelashes still damp from the bathroom.

She smiled, a smile that held a rare, girlish charm:

"You're really good with words."

She paused, her voice even softer, as if she were pleading, "Um... if you can talk, then talk more."

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Mo Ye's breath hitched.

Under the warm yellow light, she wore a black tank top, her skin was dazzlingly white, and there were still traces of water on the hollow of her collarbone.

Her gaze was clear, yet unknowingly alluring.

He was afraid he would really lose control if he stayed any longer.

Mo Ye almost awkwardly released his grip, took a step back, and his voice was tense:

"I...I'll go check if Tongtong has kicked off the blanket."

After saying that, he practically fled in panic.

Watching his hurried departure, He Wanqing blinked, and then the corners of her lips couldn't help but curve into a smile.

She buried her face in the soft pillow and chuckled softly.

It seems... I'm still quite attractive to him.

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There was only one small mushroom-shaped nightlight lit in the children's room.

Tongtong was fast asleep, sprawled out on her back, her little belly rising and falling with her breath, the blanket long since kicked to the side.

A chubby little foot was boldly placed on the rabbit doll's face.

Mo Ye gently walked in, covered her with the blanket again, and then moved that domineering foot off.

The little guy grunted in his sleep, smacked his lips, and mumbled, "Daddy... chicken wings... smell good..."

Mo Ye chuckled and leaned down to kiss her cheek, which still smelled of milk.

Goodnight, baby.

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When they returned to the master bedroom, He Wanqing was already nestled in the blankets, with only half of her face and her black hair scattered on the pillow showing.

The bedside nightlight emitted a soft glow.

Mo Ye quietly lay down beside her. The mattress sank slightly, and her sweet scent instantly enveloped him.

As soon as he adjusted his posture, the "silkworm" next to him began to rustle and move.

Immediately afterwards, a cool, soft little hand carefully slipped under the hem of his pajamas and pressed against his abdomen.

The fingertips felt cool, yet the texture was surprisingly delicate.

He gently touched it, seemingly confirming the feel, and then began to slowly trace the outline of the abdominal muscles.

"Hmm..." He Wanqing sighed contentedly, her voice languid with sleepiness, "The feel is still as good as ever."

Mo Ye's muscles tensed instantly as he grabbed the hand that was stirring up trouble, his voice hoarse:

"Wanqing...stop fooling around."

He Wanqing's hand was enveloped in his warm palm. She tried to pull away but couldn't, so she simply gave up.

She turned her head to look at him from the pillow, her eyes sparkling in the dim light, her tone cool:

"What, you won't let me touch you? Or... are you going to let other women touch you?"

"What kind of twisted logic is this?" Mo Ye said helplessly, his fingertips unconsciously stroking her slender wrist.

"Hmph, stingy. (｡•́︿•̀｡)" He Wanqing muttered, then suddenly her eyes lit up, a hint of despair in them, and she muttered softly,

"At worst... I'll let you touch it too."

Mo Ye paused, his eyes unfathomable in the dim light: "Really?"

"I, I..." He Wanqing felt flustered under his gaze, and regretted her words as soon as they left her mouth, her cheeks burning.

But he still gritted his teeth and stammered, maintaining that pitiful "spirit," saying, "I... I mean what I say!"

Before she could finish speaking, Mo Ye's hand had already reached out and precisely covered her little white rabbit.

He Wanqing shuddered as if she had been electrocuted, and abruptly withdrew her hand. She rolled over to the other side of the bed, wrapped in the blanket, leaving only the tip of her bright red ear exposed.

"You pervert!" Her voice, muffled by the blanket, was a mixture of shame and anger.

Mo Ye chuckled softly, his chest heaving.

He really is just a little liar who only talks big.

"A hooligan?" He turned to the side, propping his head up to look at her bulging blanket:

"How can touching my legally registered wife be considered indecent assault?"

The blanket ball shifted slightly, releasing a muffled, weak protest:

"Anyway...anyway, not now! I...I'm not ready yet..."

She used to wait until Mo Ye fell asleep before moving into his arms.

"Okay." Mo Ye readily agreed, his voice softening. "No rush."

The room was quiet for a moment, with only the soft breathing of the two people.

After a while, the "silkworm" started to move again, rustling softly.

He Wanqing slowly and carefully moved back from the edge of the bed, inch by inch, and cautiously sidled up to him.

She looked up at him, her eyes glistening with tears, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum:

"I...I'll just stay here and not move. You...you shouldn't move either, okay?"

That look in her eyes, filled with probing, dependence, and a barely perceptible longing for intimacy, triggered He Wanqing's skin hunger again.

Mo Ye's heart melted instantly.

"Okay." He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Let her rest her head on his arm.

Her soft body nestled in my arms, carrying the fresh scent of her bath and her warm body temperature, a perfect fit.

He Wanqing snuggled gently against him, finding the most comfortable position, and let out a long sigh of relief, her longing for comfort fulfilled.

The tension in my body gradually eased.

"Give me some time, please..." she murmured indistinctly, her consciousness already drifting away.

"Okay." Mo Ye lowered his head and placed a light, feather-like kiss on her smooth forehead. "Sleep now, Wanqing."

He heard even, deep breathing coming from his arms. He closed his eyes, enveloped in this comforting warmth, and drifted into a deep, sweet dream.

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The first rays of morning sunlight quietly climbed up the windowsill of the princess's room.

Tongtong opened her eyes groggily, her long eyelashes fluttering a few times.

She instinctively reached out and touched the side—it was empty.

Ok?

The little guy sat up abruptly and rubbed his eyes.

Pink walls, a corner piled high with dolls, a blanket printed with little stars... This is her own room!

Her big eyes were filled with confusion.

Why doesn't Tongtong sleep in her parents' big bed?

Since she couldn't figure it out, she stopped staying in bed.

She nimbly climbed out of bed, picked up her beloved rabbit doll, and ran barefoot to the master bedroom.

The door wasn't locked. She moved a small stool over, stood on tiptoe, and laboriously turned the doorknob, peering inside.

Mom and Dad are still sleeping!

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating their embracing figures.

Tongtong pouted.

Daddy's arms are clearly for Tongtong!

Holding the rabbit, she climbed onto the big bed with practiced ease, first nudging her mother's shoulder.

He Wanqing was fast asleep and unconsciously snuggled closer to Mo Ye.

Tongtong seized the opportunity and, like a nimble little eel, squeezed through the gap between the two as they embraced, successfully taking over the position on her father's chest.

Mo Ye was awakened by the noise. He looked down and met his daughter's big, round, and clear eyes.

"Daddy, you're awake!" Tongtong's voice was clear and energetic.

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