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

"...No." Mo Ye came back to his senses, picked up the hair dryer, stood behind her, and carefully kept his distance, letting the warm air brush against her hair while avoiding direct contact with his fingers.

The warm wind hummed, but He Wanqing felt as if countless tiny ants were crawling inside her body. The indescribable itch and longing that came from the depths of her heart grew stronger and stronger.

Almost subconsciously, she adjusted her posture, leaning back slightly so that her damp hair gently brushed against the back of Mo Ye's hand.

In an instant, as if a faint electric current had passed through, a strange, heart-pounding sense of comfort spread from the point of contact, soothing the restless itch.

It's like... a traveler trekking through the desert finally touching a drop of clear spring water.

Mo Ye felt the slight touch and, thinking it was an accident, immediately moved his hand away as if he had been electrocuted.

His actions to avoid suspicion inexplicably aroused He Wanqing, who had just tasted a little "sweetness".

Although her reason told her that this was wrong, her body's instincts screamed that she wanted more.

Ultimately, her strong self-control helped her suppress this absurd thought. She sat there, no longer moving, though she knew in her heart that something was wrong with her.

Tongtong, standing to the side, rested her chubby little face in her hands, watching her parents' awkward yet subtly affectionate interaction with great interest. Her big eyes sparkled with slyness and pride, her little expression seeming to say: "Hmph, what would this family do without me, Tongtong!"

.......

In the master bedroom of the Qingzhuyuan villa, only a warm yellow bedside lamp was left on, casting the shadows of the three people on the wall.

Tongtong sat cross-legged in the center of the big bed, her bright eyes, which looked just like Moye's, scanning back and forth between her parents like the most sophisticated radar.

The child's keen intuition made her realize that her parents seemed...too polite.

Unlike Xiaomei's parents next door, who would naturally hold hands and joke with each other.

The naive "little matchmaker" instinct within her awakened instantly, and a "brilliant" idea popped into her head.

She patted the soft bed and announced in her most innocent voice, "Mommy and Daddy, let's sleep together tonight!"

"Cough cough cough..." Mo Ye, who was drinking water, choked directly, and He Wanqing was also startled by the sudden suggestion and coughed lightly.

He Wanqing's ears burned slightly, and she reached out to gently tap her daughter's head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Tongtong pouted and defiantly listed her "evidence": "I'm not making this up! All the other kids sleep with their parents! Tongtong is a very good girl."

She held up three chubby fingers and solemnly promised, "I'll only sleep for three days! Then Tongtong will sleep in her own crib, and Mommy and Daddy will pile up in the big bed!"

The words "human pyramid" struck the two adults like a thunderbolt.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing's pupils dilated in shock. They looked at each other, both seeing the same shock and embarrassment in each other's eyes.

Are kids these days... exposed to such a wide range of information?

The adults are so careless!

Mo Ye quickly scooped his daughter up, gently ruffled her soft hair, and tried to guide her: "Tongtong, in the future... you can't just say things like that in public, okay?"

"Why?" Tongtong tilted her little head, her big eyes full of pure confusion.

Mo Ye was speechless. He couldn't possibly explain the ambiguity of the adult world to a three-year-old, could he?

He quickly came up with a clever idea and said in a low, mysterious voice, "When kids say this... their bottoms will hurt."

"Huh?" Tongtong touched her bottom in confusion, carefully feeling it. "It doesn't seem to hurt..."

Mo Ye couldn't help but chuckle, and gently pinched her hand with a little force.

"Ouch!" Tongtong cried out softly, pouting with a wronged look and her eyes brimming with tears. "It hurts... Daddy's mean! I won't say anything now~" She then buried her face in Mo Ye's neck, seeking comfort.

Looking at the aggrieved little figure in his arms, Mo Ye's heart softened instantly. He wondered if he had been too serious; it was just innocent childish talk.

But Tongtong's persistence exceeded expectations. She hadn't forgotten her initial goal. Lifting her head from Mo Ye's arms, she continued her offensive with her bright, sparkling eyes: "Daddy, can the three of us sleep together tonight? Just the three of us!"

Mo Ye glanced at He Wanqing subconsciously, only to meet her cold yet scrutinizing gaze.

A mischievous thought inexplicably arose in his mind, and he nimbly passed the "ball" over: "Dad is fine with it, as long as Mom agrees."

Tongtong's little head immediately turned toward He Wanqing as if it had been fitted with a steering wheel, her eyes filled with an irresistible light of hope.

He Wanqing glared at Mo Ye, conveying the message through her eyes: You got to be the good guy, so I'm left to be the cold-blooded bad guy, right?

Mo Ye received her "death stare," awkwardly touched his nose, and then gently scratched Tongtong's soft little belly with his fingers, making her giggle.

Seeing that her mother didn't answer for a long time, Tongtong's face gradually dimmed, thinking there was no hope.

Just as she was preparing to accept the "cruel" reality, He Wanqing's clear voice rang out: "Okay."

Tongtong suddenly raised her head.

He Wanqing added, her tone as calm as ever, as if stating a business clause: "However, this is only for tonight."

"Yay! Thank you, Mom! Mom is the best!" In a dramatic turn of events, Tongtong was so happy that she almost jumped out of Moye's arms, showering him with sweet words.

He Wanqing reached out and ruffled her excited little head, her tone tinged with a hint of jealousy: "Now you know Mommy's all better?"

"Mmm!" Tongtong nodded vigorously, opening her little arms, "Mommy, hug me!"

He Wanqing took her from him, and the little one immediately leaned in and planted a wet, milky kiss on her cheek: "Mwah!"

Mo Ye, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.

What just happened?

Those clear agreements are still ringing in my ears, how did they suddenly escalate to the point of sharing a bed?

Isn't this progress bar being moved a little too fast?

He Wanqing was equally unsettled, and she tightened her grip on her daughter's arms slightly.

She felt a little nervous about her impulsive decision. After all, her understanding of Mo Ye was limited to just one day, and what if he...? But she always kept her word, and since she had promised, she would grit her teeth and go through with it.

She raised her eyes to look at Mo Ye, who was still somewhat dazed, and silently warned him with lip movements that only the two of them could understand: "Don't overthink it. If you dare to lay a hand on me, you're dead."