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

Mo Ye was taken aback: "Really?"

He Wanqing nodded again: "Really. But you can't touch me."

Mo Ye: "..."

If he agrees, he'll be bursting with pent-up frustration.

He slowly walked towards her, step by step, until he cornered her against the wall.

He Wanqing leaned against the cold wall, watching his face get closer and closer, and her heart suddenly fluttered.

So this is what it feels like to be pinned against a wall.

Mo Ye grabbed her wrists with both hands, lifted them up and pressed them against the wall, interlocking their fingers.

Then he lowered his head and kissed her directly.

He Wanqing made a soft "hmm" sound, then closed her eyes and began to respond to him.

After kissing for a long time, Mo Ye finally released her lips and placed his hands on her waist.

He Wanqing took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck.

His hands began to grope up and down, slowly moving upwards along his waistline—

Then, she peeked inside from under the hem of her skirt.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch something, He Wanqing grabbed his hand.

Her voice was slightly breathless, her chest heaving: "No... Tongtong is still outside..."

Mo Ye stopped moving.

He looked down at her—her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were watery, and her lips were slightly swollen from his kisses.

This look is more captivating than any seduction.

But she's right.

Tongtong is still outside.

He took a deep breath, let go of his hand, walked to the sink, turned on the tap, and washed his face with cold water.

Standing behind him, He Wanqing looked at his self-inflicted suffering and suddenly felt a pang of sympathy, yet also a strange urge to laugh.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'll...help you tonight."

Mo Ye turned his head abruptly, his eyes shining with an astonishing light: "Really?"

He Wanqing narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips: "That depends on your performance."

Mo Ye immediately asked, "What constitutes good performance?"

He Wanqing said with a smile, "The final interpretation right belongs to me."

Mo Ye: "..."

That sounds a bit dubious.

The bucket is full of water.

Mo Ye tested the water temperature; it was neither too hot nor too cold, just right.

He picked up a handful of mugwort and rubbed it vigorously in the water.

The astringent aroma of herbs and trees immediately filled the air, and the water gradually took on a light yellowish-green hue.

After he finished rubbing, he turned to look at He Wanqing.

The meaning in his eyes was clear... together?

He Wanqing understood the meaning in his eyes and quickly pushed him away: "I'm not ready to be completely honest with you yet!"

"You just said you could shower with me."

He Wanqing narrowed her almond-shaped eyes and smiled like a little fox: "Just kidding."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut.

Mo Ye stood outside the door, looking at the tightly closed door, feeling both amused and exasperated.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom, along with He Wanqing's soft humming.

He Wanqing stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom, looking at herself who had just come out of the shower.

The heat hadn't completely dissipated, and a thin layer of mist covered the mirror, vaguely reflecting a shapely figure.

She raised her hand to wipe the mirror and examined it carefully.

Her fair skin flushed a pale pink from the steaming hot water, her slender neck, her delicate collarbones, and further down...

She clicked her tongue and muttered to herself, "Such a perfect figure, it's going to be a lucky break for that little bastard."

His tone carried a hint of arrogance, along with a touch of smug satisfaction that "he was lucky."

But thinking about Mo Ye's eight-pack abs...

It seems... it's not exactly letting him off easy?

She glanced down at it and clicked her tongue.

It's still a bit small.

How can I make it bigger?

She looked in the mirror and thoughtfully pinched her chin.

She thought of all those random folk remedies online, like papaya milk, massage techniques, and remedial measures for the optimal development period... she didn't know if they would work.

Forget it, I don't want to.

She picked up a towel, dried herself off, changed into a clean nightgown, and went out the door.

Mo Ye followed him into the bathroom.

He Wanqing walked into the living room while drying her wet hair with a towel.

Tongtong was still lying on the sofa watching cartoons when she reached into the bag of potato chips, pulled out a chip, and stuffed it into her mouth, making a crunching sound as she chewed.

He Wanqing walked over and gently patted her little bottom with a towel: "Tongtong, don't lie like that, it's bad for your tummy."

Tongtong, munching on potato chips, froze with her chubby little hand in mid-air, turning her head in confusion: "Like this?"

She reluctantly sat up, changed her position, but her eyes remained glued to the TV screen.

Just as He Wanqing was about to say something, she caught a glimpse of the bathroom door opening out of the corner of her eye.

Mo Ye came out.

He was wearing only loose shorts, with his shirt draped over his shoulders, revealing his lean, muscular physique.

Her hair was still wet, dripping water, carrying the steam from her recent shower, making her feel refreshed and clean.

He Wanqing's gaze lingered directly on him...

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw her looking so thoughtful. She really couldn't resist my good looks.

He Wanqing was a little annoyed. She blocked his abs and said in a low voice, "What are you doing! Tongtong is still here! This isn't a good look!"

Mo Ye put on his shirt and said with a smile, "Let me help you blow-dry your hair."

He Wanqing paused for a moment, then nodded.

She liked it when Mo Ye helped her blow-dry her hair.

She remembered the first time she asked him to help blow-dry her hair, she secretly snuggled into his arms.

Now she can openly lean on him and stay in his arms for as long as she wants.

He was trying to avoid suspicion back then, humph! But now...

The light boat has passed the tens of thousands of mountains.

Mo Ye picked up the hair dryer, plugged it in, and started drying her hair.

His movements were gentle; his fingers ran through her hair, slowly drying it.

The warm air made me feel drowsy.

He Wanqing squinted comfortably, like a cat being petted.

After drying his hair for a while, Mo Ye turned the hairdryer to the highest setting and dried it in a few quick strokes.

Then he picked up two small stools, handed one to He Wanqing, and kept the other for himself, and sat down at the entrance to the living room.

This is his habit: after washing his hair, he sits at the doorway to let the cool breeze blow on it and let his hair dry naturally.

Blow-drying your hair directly is bad for it.

He Wanqing sat down next to him, and the two of them looked at the night outside side by side.

The night breeze was gentle, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants from the courtyard.

The moon hung on the treetops, and the stars twinkled.

After sitting for a while, Mo Ye stood up, walked to the refrigerator, and opened the door.

He took out a row of AD calcium milk.

He returned to He Wanqing's side and handed her a bottle.

He Wanqing glanced at it but didn't take it: "I don't drink this, give it to Tongtong."

Mo Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Drink AD calcium milk, from A to D."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening, and her face turned red instantly.

She raised her hand and slapped him, but still took the bottle of AD calcium milk.

She didn't want to grow bigger; she was just thirsty...

P.S.: Recently, there has been a lot of discussion about whether it's a single female lead or two female leads. I'll answer this all here: it's a single female lead!

Some people even said that the side stories are also from this book, which is disgusting...

I've been thinking about it, maybe I should start a short story series sometime! Those who are interested can take a look, and those who aren't, just read it and that's it. I'll let everyone know when it's finished (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ That way everyone will be satisfied (๑`･ᴗ･´๑)

And then there's the feedback everyone's given... well... it seems like it's mostly from a minority, and people don't really like commenting. Sometimes I'll deliberately write about those parts of the plot... Then, as I'm writing, someone else tells me to write about Tongtong, or the male and female leads... I'll try my best to arrange it!

So feel free to say whatever you want, I'll read all the comments on the latest chapters (＊￣︶￣＊)