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

Jiang Hui's eyes widened, and her jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Young people these days... are... are...

It's still broad daylight!

If you're going to be intimate, why don't you even close the door?

She was thankful that her hearing was good and she was able to stop the car in time.

How embarrassing would it be if someone didn't hear me and just pushed the door open?

Jiang Hui stood at the top of the stairs, her face flushing red and then turning pale.

She wanted to leave, but couldn't help listening for a few more seconds.

"It hurts...be gentle..."

"Just bear with it, it'll be over soon..."

"Mmm... Ah..."

Jiang Hui covered her face and tiptoed downstairs.

As he backed away, he silently repeated to himself: I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything at all...

After going downstairs, she leaned against the wall and patted her burning face.

Oh well, they're young, I can understand.

She paused, then couldn't help but let out a maternal smile.

However, having a good relationship is a good thing.

Jiang Hui thought to herself with delight, then turned and went into the kitchen, starting to think about what delicious food to cook for her daughter-in-law that evening to nourish her.

In the room, Mo Ye finally finished pressing the buttons.

He carefully examined the legs, making sure there were no more hard lumps of muscle, before nodding in satisfaction.

"Okay. Let's stretch a bit later, then it won't be so sore tomorrow."

He Wanqing gave a weak "hmm".

Fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her cheeks were flushed, as if she had just finished a sauna.

I felt completely limp and collapsed on the bed, not wanting to move at all.

Mo Ye was about to get up to wash his hands when he suddenly felt a soft hand grab the hem of his clothes.

He looked down and saw He Wanqing looking at him sideways, her eyes hazy, with a hint of weariness and dependence.

"Are you tired?" he asked softly.

He Wanqing didn't say anything, but just shifted her body, rested her head on his lap, and then closed her eyes.

Mo Ye was taken aback.

He looked down at her peaceful sleeping face, her long, thick eyelashes casting a small shadow under her eyelids.

Her breathing gradually became long and even, and her lips were slightly parted, just like when Tongtong was asleep.

She fell asleep like that.

Mo Ye smiled gently, reached out and brushed the stray hairs from her forehead, then slowly lay down and pulled her into his arms.

He Wanqing unconsciously snuggled closer to him, found a comfortable position, and continued to sleep.

He Wanqing slept for a while, then groggily turned over.

She unconsciously nudged closer to Mo Ye, raised one leg, and naturally placed it on his leg.

As she moved, the hem of her nightgown rolled up until it reached her upper thighs, revealing the white fabric in a bold and unabashed manner.

Mo Ye was scrolling through his phone when he caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his hand paused.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze fixed there, his throat feeling a little dry.

Is this some kind of temptation?

That little devil in my head popped up again.

It stood with its hands on its hips, hopping around arrogantly:

Touch it!

My own wife!

You don't even know her 3D? Is that even acceptable?

Don't you want to know what it feels like?

We didn't figure it out back then!

Mo Ye, as if possessed, reached out and covered it.

I touched it.

I pinched it again.

Hmm... plump, rounded, and feels really good.

The little devil nodded in satisfaction and chuckled: "Yes, yes, you're teachable! Next time, it would be even better if you just gnawed on it with your mouth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the little angel descended from the sky.

The little devil glared and sneered:

Last time you ambushed me when I wasn't prepared, today I'll show you what I'm capable of!

Take this—Demon's Halberd!

It suddenly hurled the fork in its hand, and the little angel screamed as it fell to the ground, turning into a box and disappearing into specks of starlight.

The little devil clapped his hands triumphantly and continued to tempt: Yes, yes, just like that, put your hand in...

Mo Ye's hand reached inward along the edge.

Just as he was about to succeed, He Wanqing in his arms stirred slightly.

Mo Ye froze.

The little devil's expression changed drastically. He slipped away and disappeared without a trace, disappearing back into Mo Ye's mind in a flash.

Mo Ye held his breath and looked down at the person in his arms.

He Wanqing kept her eyes closed and her breathing was steady; she seemed to have just unconsciously turned over.

He breathed a long sigh of relief.

What he didn't know was that He Wanqing hadn't fallen asleep at all.

She woke up the moment he placed his hand on her.

She didn't move or open her eyes, wanting to see what this guy was up to.

She gritted her teeth, her cheeks burning hot, and managed to keep from making a sound.

That scoundrel! He did this while I was sleeping!

Touching and pinching is one thing, but to actually try to put it inside?

unacceptable!

Just as she was wondering whether she should "wake up" and catch them in the act, she felt Mo Ye's hand move away from her and instead gently pat her back.

One touch at a time, gently and softly, like soothing a child to sleep.

He Wanqing felt both annoyed and amused.

What is this?

What remedial measures should be taken after feeling guilty for committing a thief?

But it has to be said that being patted like that is really easy to relax.

Her tense body slowly relaxed, and her consciousness began to drift again.

This time, she really fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, He Wanqing was awakened by a strange sensation.

The feeling was strange, like something was bouncing back and forth, rhythmically pulling and releasing.

Along with the tactile sensation, there was also a slight sound of fabric rubbing together.

He Wanqing groggily opened her eyes, her mind not yet fully awake, and the first thought that popped into her head was:

Why does my bra feel a little tight?

She paused for a moment, then suddenly realized, could it be... that it's too big?

Before I could even feel happy, the bouncing started again from behind.

She turned her head and saw Mo Ye lying on his side, one hand holding his phone and looking at something, the other hand—

His other hand was unconsciously pinching the bra strap on her back, pinching it, releasing it, pinching it, releasing it.

It's like playing with some kind of stress-relieving toy.

He pulled the thin elastic band up, and it bounced back; he pulled it up, and it bounced back.

He Wanqing stared at that hand for three seconds.

Then she slowly revealed a smile.

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"Is it easy to play?"

The sound was cool, like it was coming from an ice cellar.

Mo Ye's hand suddenly froze.

He subconsciously turned his head and met a pair of calm, expressionless eyes that were looking at him with a half-smile.

"..."

His heart skipped a beat, and his right hand reflexively withdrew.

But he forgot that he was still holding the strap; the strap was suddenly stretched, and then...

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the elastic band struck He Wanqing's bare back solidly.

"ah...."

He Wanqing screamed and sprang up from the bed, clutching her back, tears welling in her eyes.

Mo Ye was dumbfounded.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry!" He rushed over in a panic, wanting to check how badly she was hurt.

"I...I didn't mean to! I just...it slipped..."