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

Tongtong was dragged around the yard by Mo Yunqi, running wildly, her silvery laughter faintly audible.

He Wanqing sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing her slightly sore calves, her brows furrowing slightly.

Yesterday I walked all day on mountain paths, and today I stood in the market for most of the day. My legs have been protesting for a while now.

I've been so busy with this and that that I haven't had time to think about it, but now that I'm sitting down, the aches and pains are surging up all at once.

Mo Ye pushed the door open and came in, just in time to see her with her head down, pounding her calves repeatedly.

He paused, a hint of heartache appearing in his eyes.

"Are your legs sore?" He walked over and sat down next to her.

He Wanqing nodded, her voice tinged with a hint of grievance at the end: "A little."

Mo Ye's heart softened when he saw her like that. He reached out and gently pressed on her calf; it was indeed a bit hard, the muscles taut.

"Would you like me to give you a massage?" He looked up at her. "I know a little bit."

He Wanqing's eyes brightened, but she maintained her composure, slightly raising her chin as if reluctantly agreeing.

"Hmm...then I'll reluctantly let you give me a massage."

Mo Ye was amused by her tone and readily agreed, "Yes, my beloved consort."

Mo Ye stood by the bed, stroked his chin, and carefully said, "How about... you go change into a nightgown? Jeans are too stiff, they're hard to massage."

He Wanqing paused, turned around, and looked him up and down with a hint of wariness in her eyes: "You're not planning something bad, are you?"

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, his hand holding the phone frozen in mid-air.

He hadn't meant anything by it, but after she said that, some inappropriate images suddenly popped into his mind.

He quickly shook his head, shoving away the yellow waste, trying to make himself look righteous:

"What kind of person do you take me for?"

He Wanqing stared at him for two seconds, seemingly trying to determine whether what he said was true or false.

Then she picked up her nightgown from the bed, glanced at him again, and nodded: "I'll believe you for now."

She turned and went into the bathroom, leaving Mo Ye standing alone by the bed.

Mo Ye looked down at his hands and suddenly felt a little guilty.

Hmm... I guess... probably... I won't misunderstand, right?

The bathroom door opened.

He Wanqing came out wearing a nightgown.

The light purple silk nightgown was smooth and soft, and its length was just past the knee, revealing a section of fair and slender calves.

She climbed onto the bed and, following Mo Ye's instructions, obediently lay down and buried her face in the pillow.

Looking at her posture, Mo Ye suddenly felt a little thirsty.

She lay there like that, the hem of her nightgown slightly rolled up, revealing a small section of her thigh.

Her long hair fell down, covering half of her face, revealing her fair ears and slender neck.

She lay there like a lazy cat, completely defenseless, ready to be pampered.

Mo Ye swallowed hard.

His gaze involuntarily drifted downwards, landing on her feet.

Her toes were round and cute, and her nails were neatly trimmed with a light pink hue.

He had previously seen people online say they liked foot fetishes and wondered if those people were sick.

Now he realizes he was wrong; he's not sick, he just hadn't met the right person.

He Wanqing waited for a long time without any movement. She turned her head and met his gaze, which was staring blankly at her feet.

Her face flushed red instantly.

"What are you looking at!" she exclaimed, kicking her legs in embarrassment and anger. "If you look again, I'll shove my foot in your mouth!"

Mo Ye's eyes lit up, and he almost blurted out, "There's such a good thing?"

He couldn't let her think he was a pervert. He coughed and said seriously, "Stop fooling around, let's begin."

He sat cross-legged on the edge of the bed, reached out and grasped her ankle, and began to massage it.

His technique was surprisingly professional, the pressure just right, neither too light nor too heavy. His thumb pressed on the acupoints on the soles of his feet, rhythmically pushing forward.

He Wanqing couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure: "Mmm..."

The voice was soft and melodious, with a hint of laziness and contentment, like a kitten's purring.

Mo Ye paused, his voice tightening, "Could you... control yourself?"

He Wanqing buried her face in the pillow, her ears turning bright red, and retorted in a muffled voice, "If you had nothing to hide, you wouldn't be overthinking things!"

Mo Ye took a deep breath and continued pressing.

After massaging the feet, it's time to massage the calves.

Mo Ye's hand moved up her ankle and grasped her calf.

The muscles are indeed a bit stiff; you can tell they've been tired from walking all day just by pressing on them.

He gently kneaded with his fingertips, gradually loosening the stiff muscles.

He Wanqing directed him: "A little higher...a little higher..."

Mo Ye's hand moved upwards.

The hem of her nightgown had long been rolled up, and his palm touched the skin on the back of her thigh, the touch soft and delicate, indescribably wonderful.

From this angle, he can see—

White.

White...

Mo Ye's mind went blank for a moment.

Two little people popped up again.

The little devil waved his fork and whispered seductively in his ear:

Just touch it, just touch it once.

She's your wife, what are you afraid of?

Haven't actually touched it yet? Don't you want to try out the real feel of it?

The little angel declared righteously: No! We can't do this! This is taking advantage of someone in distress! She'll be angry!

The little devil rolled his eyes:

You're talking nonsense! How do you know she doesn't want to be touched? Women are all hypocrites!

The little angel blushed: Absolutely not! It would hurt her!

The little devil pinched his nose and said in a muffled voice, "I can't hear you! I can't hear you!"

Mo Ye roared in his mind: Strengthen the Angel Miniature!

In an instant, the little angel glowed and wielded a giant angel sword, cleaving the little demon in two with a single strike.

The little demon let out a miserable scream, turning into a wisp of green smoke and disappearing, but it didn't forget to leave behind a vicious threat:

I will definitely come back! You're all hypocrites!

Mo Ye silently gave the little angel a thumbs up in his heart.

He calmed himself and continued pressing carefully.

Don't let your mind wander or look at random things; just treat it like you're getting a proper massage.

He Wanqing had almost finished massaging her left leg and said sullenly, "Switch to the right side."

Mo Ye moved his hand to the right.

When his warm palms began to rub her right thigh, He Wanqing's brows suddenly furrowed.

"Hiss—" she gasped, "Be gentle...it hurts..."

Mo Ye didn't stop, but lightened the pressure slightly: "That's how massages are; too light a pressure won't be effective. Just bear with it."

He Wanqing bit her lip, trying her best to endure the soreness.

But it hurt so much that she couldn't help but groan.

“Hmm… well…”

One sound after another spilled from her mouth.

At the door, Jiang Hui was about to go upstairs to call them to have some fruit.

She had just reached the top of the stairs when she heard sounds coming from the room.

He paused in his steps.

She pricked up her ears and listened carefully.

Again, "Mmm...", again, "Hiss...", again, "Be gentle..."