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

She tore off the straw's packaging, inserted the straw, and took a sip.

It's sweet and sour, and quite delicious.

Mo Ye also arranged a vase and handed it to Tong Tong.

Tongtong was engrossed in watching TV when she took the milk and continued watching while drinking it.

Mo Ye glanced at the two empty potato chip bags on the coffee table, then at the nearly empty bag of potato chips in Tongtong's arms, and frowned slightly.

"Tongtong, you can only eat one last pack. You can't eat any more." His tone was gentle, but it carried an unyielding firmness.

Children shouldn't eat so many snacks.

Before I knew it, this girl had chewed and eaten so much.

Tongtong was a little reluctant, her little mouth pouting slightly.

But she always listened to Mo Ye, so she nodded and said, "Okay, Tongtong won't eat anymore after she finishes this bag."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a hand reached out and took the bag of potato chips from her arms.

When Tongtong looked up, she saw He Wanqing tear open the bag with a blank expression, take out a potato chip and put it in her mouth.

"Mommy, you're mean!" Tongtong cried out, pointing her chubby finger at the coffee table. "You ate Tongtong's food! There's more on the table!"

He Wanqing glanced in the direction she was pointing and nodded, "Yes, I know."

Then I ate another piece.

Tongtong's eyes widened, feeling as if she had been greatly wronged.

He Wanqing slowly finished chewing and looked at her: "Tongtong is already very fat, she can't eat anymore."

Tongtong was stunned.

fat?

She looked down at her chubby little hands, then touched her little belly, and then looked at her plump little legs.

Then I looked at my mother's slender figure.

It seems... a bit round?

Tongtong felt like she had been struck by lightning.

"Waaaaah... Tongtong... is so fat? What am I going to do?" she asked incredulously, her little face filled with existential doubt.

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh when he saw her dejected expression.

He reached out and pinched her chubby little face, comforting her, "Tongtong, it's okay, you'll lose weight as you grow up. Just eat less junk food."

Tongtong's eyes lit up: "Really? Tongtong has gotten so thin as she's grown up?"

Mo Ye nodded.

Tongtong finally breathed a sigh of relief and went back to watching cartoons.

He Wanqing leaned back on the sofa and stretched her legs over Mo Ye's legs.

She was wearing a nightgown, her two bare legs crossed and resting on his lap.

She had just taken a shower, and her skin was smoother than usual, with a faint scent of mugwort.

Mo Ye looked at her.

He Wanqing: "Could you massage me?"

She loved the feeling of his massage; it was really comfortable.

Mo Ye certainly wouldn't refuse such an opportunity for intimacy.

He liked it very much too.

I like to touch her long legs.

He placed his hand on her calf and began to gently massage it.

Tongtong was watching cartoons when she caught a glimpse of her parents out of the corner of her eye.

She turned her head and saw her mother lying on the sofa, her father's hands stroking her mother's legs, and her mother seemed to be enjoying it.

Remembering what her mother had just said, she tilted her head and asked, "Mommy, didn't you say that lying on your stomach is bad for your tummy?"

He Wanqing raised her eyelids slightly and calmly said, "Mom asked Dad to help massage her feet. Mom's feet hurt."

Tongtong's eyes lit up: "Was the massage comfortable?"

He Wanqing nodded: "Comfortable."

Tongtong's eyes darted around, and a sly smile appeared on her face.

She dragged her short legs and moved little by little toward Mo Ye.

"Daddy~" her voice was soft and sweet, "Tongtong's legs are sore too~ They need a massage!"

He Wanqing was both annoyed and amused by her dramatic performance.

This isn't a massage; it's clearly a competition for attention.

She's really given birth to a little rival in love.

Mo Ye looked at the little dumpling that was dragging its short legs over and asked:

"Are Tongtong's legs really sore? Which leg is sore?"

Tongtong pointed to her right leg: "It's my left leg that's sore~"

Mo Ye's face darkened: "You mean the right leg?"

Tongtong was taken aback, looked down at her finger, and sure enough, it was pointing to her right leg.

She quickly switched to the other leg.

Mo Ye: "..."

As He Wanqing watched her approach, she stretched out her foot and gently nudged her small shoulder with her toe.

Tongtong cried out "Ouch!" and collapsed onto the sofa, her little body sinking into it and bouncing slightly.

She got up, her little face full of accusation, her eyes clearly saying: He Wanqing, you are becoming more and more selfish!

Ignoring her little expression, He Wanqing calmly said, "Your father is mine."

Tongtong sat cross-legged next to Moye, arms crossed, pouting angrily.

Mo Ye looked at the two, one big and one small, and couldn't help but laugh.

He reached out and ruffled Tongtong's hair: "After Daddy finishes massaging Mommy, he'll massage Tongtong, okay?"

Tongtong's eyes lit up, and she immediately beamed, "Okay, okay! Hehehe..."

She sat to the side waiting and saw He Wanqing being massaged while drinking AD calcium milk and occasionally picking up a potato chip to chew on.

Tongtong swallowed hard, then leaned closer and asked, "Mommy, are the potato chips delicious?"

She tilted her head, looking puzzled, trying to elicit her mother's sympathy.

He Wanqing laughed in exasperation: "It's delicious."

Tongtong rubbed her chubby little hands together and asked, "Is it crunchy?"

He Wanqing nodded, picked up a potato chip, put it in her mouth, and crunched it for her to hear.

Tongtong pouted, "He Wanqing, you're so selfish!!!"

Of course, she only dared to think about it in her heart.

She doesn't have the audacity to call He Wanqing by her full name.

Mo Ye smiled and called to Tongtong, "Tongtong, lie down properly."

Tongtong immediately lay down and stretched her chubby little legs onto his legs.

Mo Ye pressed one hand on He Wanqing's leg and the other on Tongtong's leg, and began to massage them.

Tongtong's eyes narrowed in comfort, and she made a satisfied sound: "So comfortable!!!"

As she continued pressing, her voice gradually faded.

His breathing became even and long.

Fell asleep.

Mo Ye looked down and saw the little guy sleeping soundly with his head tilted to the side and his mouth slightly open.

He gently withdrew his hand, stood up, and carefully picked up Tongtong.

He Wanqing also stood up and followed behind him.

The two entered the children's room.

It's called a children's room, but it's actually quite large, about thirty square meters.

The Mo family has no shortage of land, and their rooms are all very large.

There was an adorable children's bed in the room, covered with soft cartoon sheets, and a row of plush toys at the head of the bed.

Mo Ye gently placed Tongtong on the bed and pulled the small blanket over her.

Mo Ye lowered his head and kissed her forehead, whispering, "Goodnight, my little darling."

Then he and He Wanqing quietly walked out.

She gently closed the door, turned around, and walked into the master bedroom.

The lights were off in the room.

She walked to the window, placed her hand on the windowsill, and stood there quietly.

The moonlight, like water, poured in through the window, outlining a soft silhouette on her.

The nightgown's hem was gently lifted by the night breeze, revealing a section of her fair calves.

Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, shimmering with a faint silver sheen.

Mo Ye leaned against the door frame, looking at her.

He Wanqing under the moonlight was as beautiful as a painting.

He walked over and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"How did I do just now?" he whispered in her ear, a hint of amusement in his voice.

He Wanqing blushed slightly.

That scoundrel is still thinking about those kinds of things.

Her voice was soft and sweet, tinged with a hint of shyness: "It's alright..."

Mo Ye chuckled softly.

His Wanqing really blushes easily.

However, he liked the way she blushed.

If a girl is willing to blush for you, that says it all.

He breathed softly into her ear, lowering his voice even further: "So...do I have a chance tonight?"

He Wanqing's face turned even redder, like a boiled shrimp.

She buried her face even lower, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum:

"I can help you... but I'm not fully prepared yet. I can help you with... other things."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up: "Can I use my mouth?"

He Wanqing punched him playfully, embarrassed and annoyed: "Don't even think about it!"

Mo Ye was not giving up and gently touched her foot with his own.

He Wanqing was startled and shrank back: "That won't work either!"

Mo Ye said sullenly, "If this won't work and that won't work, then what are you going to use to help me?"

He Wanqing was silent for a second.

"this."

Mo Ye looked at that hand, and a part of his heart softened.

He knew that He Wanqing had to mentally prepare herself before saying this.

He can't rush things.

Take it slow.

Step by step, devour her.

However... although it can't compare to others, He Wanqing's hands are definitely different from his.

Her small hands were so soft and boneless, it was as if they had no bones at all. Just thinking about it made him feel...

He Wanqing was waiting for his answer when she suddenly felt...

Her face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

That little rascal!

This kind of thing is all I can think about!

She spoke fiercely, but her voice trembled slightly with shyness: "If you keep this up, I won't help you! You'll have to deal with it yourself!"

Mo Ye felt a little wronged.

If he still doesn't react after all this, that would be abnormal, right?

Strictly speaking, he's still a virgin.

His first time passed by so casually, he didn't even feel anything...

How could he not be excited now?

He was already being very restrained by not directly pinning He Wanqing down on the bed and humiliating her.

Without thinking twice, he bent down and picked He Wanqing up in his arms.

He Wanqing gasped and instinctively reached out to wrap her arms around his neck.

Mo Ye carried her to the bedside, gently laid her down, and then pressed his entire body against hers.

He Wanqing felt as if her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

She suddenly felt like slapping herself.

Why did you say that?

But words spoken cannot be taken back. Honesty was the most important thing to her in her life.

Mo Ye felt like he was about to explode. He leaned over her, his voice tinged with urgency and suppressed emotion: "Wanqing...you said you'd help me..."

He Wanqing buried her face in his neck and nodded sullenly. Then she gave in.

She thought it should only take a few minutes.

She closed her eyes and began...

He took a deep breath and held it in.

He didn't want to embarrass himself in front of He Wanqing.

Half an hour later.

He Wanqing was completely speechless.

She looked up, glaring angrily at Mo Ye: "You did that on purpose!"

Mo Ye smiled, a smile tinged with satisfaction and smugness:

"This is your sexual happiness for the rest of your life. Don't you want your man to last longer?"

He Wanqing blushed slightly, and said in embarrassment and annoyance, "Who would want you to last longer!"

But she was secretly thinking to herself—

I don't know what I'll do in the future, or if I can handle it.

She remembered what her female roommates, who were into BL (Boys' Love) films, would talk about all the time when she was in graduate school.

"A man who lasts only three minutes,"

"It won't last five minutes."

It's been thirty minutes already!

She looked at Mo Ye with a wronged expression: "When are you finally going to finish...?"

Mo Ye grinned mischievously and leaned close to her ear, whispering, "If you call out a few times, I might be ready soon."

He Wanqing bumped him with her head: "You jerk!"

How could she possibly make that kind of sound!

Mo Ye smiled and began to grope her.

His hands roamed over her body, his fingertips gently tracing her waist, moving up her spine, and then slowly down...

He Wanqing bit her lip, trying her best to hold back.

But there are some things you just can't help.

The next second, it was finally over.

He Wanqing breathed a long sigh of relief.

Today, she was practically completely taken advantage of...

Then he leaned close to her ear and said, "Do you want to...?"

He Wanqing glanced at him sideways and said weakly, "Get lost. Do you think everyone is like you?"

She doesn't want to.

She got up and quickly went into the bathroom.

Mo Ye followed him in and picked up a towel to wipe his sweat.

He Wanqing secretly glanced at Mo Ye in the mirror—his profile, his nose, and that legendary...

The part of the body that indicates "a man with a perky butt is good at that kind of thing".

It does seem... to be quite perky...

She blushed again as she recalled the sensation she had felt earlier.

Mo Ye caught her gaze in the mirror, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Caught red-handed, He Wanqing quickly looked away and continued washing her hands, pretending to be calm.

The two returned to their room, and He Wanqing was about to lie down when she suddenly heard a faint sound coming from outside the window.

Da da da.

Like countless tiny beads tapping on glass.

She walked to the window, opened it, and reached her hand out.

Cool raindrops fell on my palm, carrying the unique freshness of summer.

"It's raining." She turned to look at Mo Ye.

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PS:

Because they said I wrote a yellow article... I deleted a lot of it.....