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

Mo Ye immediately understood and silently replied with his lips, "I know. I'll leave as soon as Tongtong falls asleep."

Seeing his assurance, He Wanqing felt a little more at ease, but at the same time, a very subtle sense of loss, like a pebble thrown into a lake, rippled outwards.

She immediately suppressed this inappropriate emotion and inwardly berated herself.

In the master bedroom, Tongtong was so excited because her wish had come true that she was like a fully charged little frog, jumping and rolling around on the soft, spacious bed.

Mo Ye and He Wanqing, on the other hand, were like two exquisite terracotta warriors that had been temporarily moved onto the bed. They sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, one on each side, their bodies tense and their eyes darting around, not daring to look at each other.

After a day of playing wildly, Tongtong's battery finally ran out. She gave a delicate little yawn, and her eyelids began to droop.

Seeing this, the two felt as if they had been granted a pardon and finally lay down on the bed with little Tongtong between them.

As soon as Mo Ye lay down in bed, a delicate and pleasant fragrance, unique to He Wanqing, wafted into his nostrils, and he subconsciously took a deep breath.

This subtle movement immediately drew a wary glance from He Wanqing.

Mo Ye quickly composed himself and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp with a "snap".

The darkness that descended somewhat alleviated the visual awkwardness.

Bathed in the warm darkness, Tongtong, sleeping in the middle, clung tightly to Mo Ye like a little koala clinging to its owner, her little hand clutching the corner of his pajamas, softly pleading, "Daddy, tell me a story..."

Mo Ye cleared his slightly dry throat: "Alright, then let me tell you a story... Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf."

On the other side, He Wanqing nodded slightly in the darkness. It was alright, a normal fairy tale.

She wasn't jealous that Tongtong was clinging to Mo Ye more now; in fact, she was quite happy about it.

The thought had barely crossed her mind when another, even more startling idea popped into her head—did her lack of jealousy mean that she subconsciously approved of, or even…hoped that Tongtong could become a more natural bridge between them?

This realization made her heart skip a beat, followed by a familiar, subtle itch deep within her body, as if urging her to get closer to the heat source.

Is Mo Ye some kind of special magnet?

Why do I have this strange attraction to myself?

She suppressed the inexplicable urge and lay there stiffly.

On the other side, Mo Ye began to narrate in a deep and gentle voice: "Once upon a time, in Fairy Tale Town, there was a little girl who was very cute..."

The story progresses smoothly until Little Red Riding Hood encounters the Big Bad Wolf in the forest.

Tongtong snuggled nervously into Mo Ye's arms and whispered, "And then? Did Little Red Riding Hood get caught by the Big Bad Wolf?"

Mo Ye paused, a hint of mockery in his voice, and continued, "Then, Little Red Riding Hood wasn't afraid at all. She said to the Big Bad Wolf, 'Big Bad Wolf, times have changed!'"

He mimicked the action of drawing a gun, "and as he spoke, she pulled out an AK47, aimed it at the big bad wolf, and 'rat-a-tat-tat'..."

"Wow!" Tongtong instantly forgot her fear and clapped her hands excitedly. "Little Red Riding Hood is so brave! Daddy, what's an AK47? Is it a gun?"

"Yes, it's a very powerful gun." Mo Ye suppressed a laugh, patted his daughter's head, and said, "Alright, the story is over. The villain has been defeated. Our Tongtong should go to sleep now."

The little one was content, muttering "Little Red Riding Hood is great," and soon fell into a deep sleep in this "safe" embrace, his breathing becoming even and long.

He Wanqing, who had listened to the whole thing from the side, stared wide-eyed in disbelief in the darkness.

What... what kind of Little Red Riding Hood is this?!

She couldn't help but lift her foot and gently kick Mo Ye through the blanket in protest.

Mo Ye's calf was attacked, and he reacted instinctively by using his leg to trap the troublesome foot.

He Wanqing stiffened slightly and instinctively wanted to pull back, but the warm touch and the feeling of being enveloped from her ankle strangely soothed the restless itch in her heart, bringing an indescribable sense of security and comfort.

She hesitated for a moment, but in the end... she didn't move.

Mo Ye waited a few seconds, and seeing that there was no movement from the other side, he felt strange and carefully nudged her foot back.

He listened intently, making sure Tongtong was fast asleep, and then, like a secret agent on a covert mission, he gently lifted the covers, tiptoed out of bed, and quietly left the master bedroom.

The moment the door was gently closed, He Wanqing on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

Listening to his departing footsteps, the corner of my heart that had just been filled with warmth seemed to have been emptied with his departure, and a clear sense of loss welled up inside me.

She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow still carrying Mo Ye's scent, and mentally berated herself:

He Wanqing, you're finished.

When did you become so...love-obsessed?

In the stillness of the night, only the pattering rain could be heard outside the villa.

He Wanqing was awakened by thirst and quietly went downstairs to drink water.

As she passed through the living room, she caught a glimpse of the fluffy figure in the cat's bed—Tuantuan was curled up, sleeping soundly, its little belly rising and falling with its breath.

He Wanqing stopped involuntarily.

The love for cute things during the day is amplified when the night is quiet.

She looked around furtively, like a thief, and only after making sure no one was around did she quietly squat down and extend her slender fingers to gently stroke the soft, long fur on Tuan Tuan's back.

The touch was warm and soft, and she couldn't help but smile slightly, whispering, "You're so cute..."

Perhaps her movements disturbed Tuantuan's sweet dreams, for the kitten groggily meowed a few times and twisted its body.

Almost simultaneously, the guest room door was gently pushed open, a beam of light spilled out from the crack, and then the living room light snapped on.

The sudden light froze He Wanqing instantly, keeping her crouched as if she had been frozen in place.

She could feel her cheeks rapidly warming up.

Should I turn around?

That's so embarrassing!

Not turning your head?

It makes him seem even more guilty!

Just as she was struggling internally, and her body began to stiffen like a rusty robot, preparing to make the first awkward head turn—

"Smack."

The lights went out, and the living room was once again enveloped in gentle darkness.

He Wanqing: "..."

The breath she had been holding in suddenly released, followed by an even deeper sense of embarrassment.

He saw it!

He must have seen it!

Why did they so "thoughtfully" turn off the lights? Were they afraid she would feel embarrassed, or did they think she looked funny?

In the darkness, she gently pinched her fluffy ears, her voice barely audible, and scolded, "It's all your fault, you're so cute..."

Tuantuan meowed twice more, looking aggrieved, then broke free from her grasp and slipped back to its cat bed.

He Wanqing was about to get up and flee the "crime scene" when she keenly sensed that there seemed to be a blurry figure standing not far away in the dark living room. He hadn't left yet?!