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

After a while, He Wanqing's hands started to wander.

First, I placed my hand on his waist, then slowly moved upwards, gently tracing his abdominal muscles with my fingertips through the thin cotton pajamas.

It's a bit rough on the hand.

But she really liked the firm, strong feel of it.

"I like your abs," she said softly, with a hint of self-assurance in her voice. "And you, what do you like about me?"

Mo Ye was taken aback by this direct approach, then chuckled.

He thought for a moment and answered very seriously, "My standards are a little higher than yours."

He Wanqing stopped.

"A bit higher?"

Her tone was innocent; she genuinely didn't understand.

After all, she was a well-behaved girl since childhood, unlike Mo Ye's roommates in college who were indiscriminate in their tastes. If you mentioned the city gate tower, they could bring up the Ji Bo chieftain.

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh and coaxed, "What's above the abs...?"

He Wanqing remained silent for two seconds.

Then, sullenly, with a hint of gritted teeth, she said, "Didn't you say you didn't like big ones?"

Mo Ye placed his palm over her hand, which was resting on his abdomen, and gently squeezed it.

"Didn't I say from beginning to end that you're the only one I've ever liked?"

He Wanqing was silent for a moment.

Then, she suddenly sensed something...

"Mo Ye." Her voice tightened.

"What's in your pocket? It's poking me. It's dangerous not to sleep with things in your pocket."

As she spoke, she subconsciously reached out to touch it.

Mo Ye gasped.

The moment He Wanqing's fingers touched a certain spot, they jerked back as if burned, and she shrank back half an inch.

"You, you, you!!"

"I'm not a saint." Mo Ye's voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of helpless laughter.

"You've been lighting fires all along."

He Wanqing's face was burning hot.

She pulled the blanket up a little, revealing only half her face, her voice muffled by the fabric:

"No...we don't have that, but...we'll have a baby."

Mo Ye didn't say anything.

"I don't want a second child right now," she added, trying to remain calm.

"Tongtong is still young, and the company is too busy..."

"Yes, I know."

Mo Ye remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, he chuckled softly.

He reached out, groping in the darkness, and took her hand.

Instead of interlocking their fingers, he gently stroked her slender fingers one by one.

From the fingertips, to the knuckles, and then to the soft pads of the fingers.

He didn't say anything.

Just like that, slowly, I stroked every inch of her skin.

Then, he sat up slightly and gently touched her round and lovely toes under the covers.

Then he moved closer and placed a gentle kiss on her full lower lip.

Every touch was just right, like a soothing gesture, or a subtle hint.

He Wanqing's ears went weak from his kisses, but alarm bells were ringing in her head: "You... don't even think about it."

Mo Ye didn't speak, but just chuckled softly.

The laughter was exceptionally clear in the quiet night, carrying a hint of triumphant satisfaction and a touch of deliberate grievance.

He Wanqing was so embarrassed and angry by his laughter that she turned her back to him.

After a while, she heard a faint sigh behind her.

"Scumbag woman."

He Wanqing: ? ? ?

She turned around abruptly: "Me, a jerk? How am I a jerk?"

Mo Ye said in a low voice, "Flirting without taking responsibility, what else is that but being a scumbag?"

"How did I flirt?"

"You just reached out to me..."

"That is..."

"You even touched my abs."

"That was me..."

"You even asked me what I like about you?" He paused, a hint of grievance in his voice.

"I told you, you're not taking responsibility."

He Wanqing was speechless after hearing what he said.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that it seemed... that was indeed the case.

"That...that's different," she finally managed to say.

"What's different?"

"We're husband and wife," she tried to retort. "Between husband and wife, this is called romance. It's not flirting."

Mo Ye remained silent for two seconds.

"Oh, how romantic!"

He Wanqing felt that his "oh" had a deeper meaning, and just as she was about to ask, he pulled her back into his arms, his chin resting on the top of her head.

"Go to sleep." His voice returned to its usual gentle tone, tinged with a sleepy hoarseness. "We have to get up early tomorrow."

He Wanqing was stunned as he held her, feeling that something was wrong.

But she was indeed sleepy.

After a long day of running around, meeting so many people, eating such a sumptuous dinner, collecting eggs, petting cats, and watching piglets... she should have been exhausted long ago.

The chaotic and ambiguous moment just now made her briefly forget her fatigue.

Now that it's quiet, weariness washes over me like a tide.

She yawned softly and snuggled closer to him.

zzZZ........

Mo Ye felt her breathing gradually become steady and gently tightened his arms around her.

......

Darkness surged in like a tide, warm and damp.

He Wanqing couldn't tell who was making the rapid breathing in her ear; she only felt the sound drilling into her ears and creeping into her heart with a tingling sensation.

She tried to move, but found her body so limp it felt like her bones had been removed, and she couldn't even muster the strength to move her fingertips.

When did my nightgown go missing?

She can't remember.

I felt my skin being exposed to the slightly cool air, only to be quickly covered by another kind of warmth.

Mo Ye's breath fell on her neck, one breath after another, so hot that it made her tremble slightly.

"Gently, gently..." She heard her own voice, so soft it was almost unbelievable, as if it were coming from someone else's mouth.

The moment the words left my mouth, an inexplicable sense of grievance welled up inside me.

She didn't dislike Mo Ye.

In fact, she had imagined countless times in the dead of night what it would be like to be intimate with him: his fingers running through her hair, his lips touching her brow, and him whispering those blush-inducing words in her ear.

But that's not the case.

This shouldn't be happening....

He didn't even ask her.

The thought had barely formed when it was interrupted by a sensation coming from my chest.

Her body was more honest than her heart; it had already accepted him before she could.

She subconsciously raised her hand and touched his firm abdominal muscles.

My fingertips traced the distinct grooves, one, two, three...

The touch was so wonderful that she forgot what she had been thinking.

Mo Ye suddenly raised his head.

In the darkness, his eyes shone with an astonishing light.

He grabbed her mischievous hand, intertwined their fingers, and pressed it against the side of the pillow.

She was unable to move and could only watch as he bent down.

"Wanqing".

His voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had been holding it in for a long time, as if something was burning in his throat.

He uttered those two simple words as if they were a sigh, or a plea.

She looked at him, and suddenly she no longer felt wronged.

"Um....."

She responded with a sound, but he swallowed the last syllable as he lowered his head.

A sliver of moonlight shone through the window and fell on his shoulders and back.

She saw his silhouette: broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and the abs she had measured with her fingertips.

Sweat slid down his back, gleaming faintly in the moonlight.

He kissed her, from her lips to her chin, then to her collarbone, inch by inch downwards.

With each kiss, she trembled involuntarily.

She wanted to dodge, but her body moved forward against her will.

Sometime during the night, her legs wrapped around his waist...

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