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

Tongtong gulped it down in one go, her cheeks puffing out. After chewing a few times, her eyes narrowed into crescents: "Sweet and sour! Delicious! Mommy and Daddy are awesome!"

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh as he watched her happily eating.

My daughter is so easy to raise. I never have to rush her to eat. She can eat by herself and she enjoys everything.

After finishing their meal, Tongtong ran back to the sofa to watch cartoons. Mo Ye and He Wanqing decided to go for a walk to digest their food.

So Tongtong was also pulled out the door.

Tongtong glanced back at the TV, her little face scrunched up: "Mommy, Tongtong wants to watch cartoons..."

He Wanqing looked down at her, expressionless: "Tongtong is already a little chubby. If she sits and watches TV after eating, she'll really become a little fat girl."

Tongtong pouted and dared not speak again.

The three of them walked slowly along the path in the neighborhood. He Wanqing looked up at the sky and could only see a few sparse stars. The moon hung alone in the sky, surrounded by a halo.

"The sky is so much more beautiful in the countryside," she said softly, "and the air is so fresh too."

Mo Ye nodded: "Cities have their advantages, and the countryside has its advantages. S City is pretty good, better than many cities."

After walking for half an hour, the three of them went home to take a shower.

He Wanqing and Tongtong went into the bathroom first.

When He Wan finished washing up and came out, Mo Ye looked up and his gaze froze.

Today she was wearing a black lace slip dress with a low neckline, revealing a large expanse of her fair and delicate skin.

The skirt was also very short, barely covering the knees, revealing two long and well-proportioned calves that were partially visible as she walked.

Mo Ye felt a blinding white light in front of him, which made him a little dizzy.

Isn't this inciting people to commit crimes?

No, how can it be considered a crime to treat my own wife like this?

He felt his throat was dry, so he quickly poured himself a glass of water and gulped it down.

He took his pajamas and went to take a cold shower.

After washing his hair and drying it, he went back to the sofa.

He Wanqing was leaning back on the sofa looking at her phone.

She had one leg straight and the other bent, with her legs slightly apart. There was nothing wrong with the pose itself, but paired with that short skirt, the visual effect was a bit...

Mo Ye sat down and turned to talk to her, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to a certain spot.

Then he paused.

Black lace...

He felt his mind go blank, and he forgot all the words he was about to say.

He looked away with difficulty and swallowed hard.

In my mind, a little devil popped up with a "whoosh," waving a fork and shouting:

"What are you afraid of! She's already touched you, what are you afraid of! Just reach out and touch her back! Don't be a coward!"

A little angel also appeared, righteously declaring, "Peeping is not something a gentleman does..."

The little devil immediately started fighting with him: "Can you call it spying on your own wife? This is flirting! What are you pretending to be?! Stop pretending to be innocent!"

The little angel was so angry that he couldn't speak.

Finally, Mo Ye crushed both little figures, one in each hand.

He stood up, grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator, and gulped it down in one go.

The cool water flowed down my throat, finally calming my anger a little.

He walked back and sat down next to He Wanqing. He had intended to see what she was looking at, but his gaze unconsciously drifted back to that spot—

Two snow-capped peaks, and a bottomless ravine.

Mo Ye: "..."

He stood up silently and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water.

Watching him drink three bottles of water in one go, He Wanqing finally couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Is the water so delicious?"

Mo Ye opened his mouth, but he couldn't very well admit that he had seen her naked, could he?

He coughed lightly: "It's a bit hot."

He Wanqing nodded, indicating her understanding: "It's probably because you just finished showering. Just turn the air conditioning down a bit."

Mo Ye pretended to pick up the remote control and turned the air conditioner down two degrees.

He Wanqing stretched her leg over and rubbed her toes against his leg: "Come here and give me a foot massage."

Mo Ye nodded, sat down next to her, placed her feet on his lap, and began to massage them.

Her feet were very small, just the right size to fit in the palm of your hand.

Her toes were round and cute, her nails were neatly trimmed and had a light pink tint, and even her toes were pink.

Mo Ye looked at those feet, and a thought suddenly popped into his mind:

Could it be... that area is also pink?

Mo Ye was startled by his own thoughts and quickly shook his head.

What's wrong with me? Am I possessed by a Minion?

He began to massage earnestly, but his gaze couldn't help but drift towards her feet.

The more I look at it, the cuter it seems; the more I look at it, the more I want to... take a sip.

Then lick it.

Mo Ye fell into deep self-doubt.

After living for more than twenty years, for the first time he felt that he might be a pervert.

Just then, he felt something moving on his abdominal muscles.

Looking down, he saw He Wanqing pretending to be nonchalant, putting her foot inside his pajamas and gently rubbing her toes against his abs.

Her face was expressionless, but her bright, sparkling eyes betrayed her.

It clearly says in there: I'm secretly doing bad things, and I'm so happy.

Mo Ye looked at the cat that had stolen some fish, and a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

He didn't indulge her and reached up to touch her leg.

He quickly reached the top of her thigh.

He Wanqing trembled, her face instantly turning bright red: "What are you doing!"

Mo Ye remained silent, continuing to fondle her thigh. Its smooth, delicate texture was irresistible.

His Wanqing is very sensitive.

He Wanqing felt weak all over from his touch and couldn't help but shrink back.

The movement was too large, and the hem of the nightgown slid up to her upper thighs.

She gasped, quickly pulled down her skirt, and glared at him, her face flushed: "Pervert!"

Mo Ye looked completely innocent: "I only glanced at it."

He Wanqing said angrily, "Did you just glance at me? You were staring at me the whole time!"

Mo Ye touched his nose, a little embarrassed.

He Wanqing felt a little wronged.

He saw him naked; I'd never even seen him in his underwear.

unfair.

Mo Ye took a deep breath and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance entering his nose.

It wasn't the smell of shower gel, but her unique body fragrance that made people want to get closer.

He leaned closer and took a sniff, feeling as if he were intoxicated by the fragrance.

"Wanqing," his voice was a little hoarse, "you smell so good."

He Wanqing rubbed her toes against his abs again.

She thought to herself: You smell pretty good too.

On TV, the cartoon ended, and they started showing GG.

Tongtong turned her head and stretched her short neck to look at the sofa.

She saw her father's hands touching her mother's legs, and her mother's feet moving around inside her father's belly.

She blinked her big eyes, her face full of curiosity: "Mom and Dad, what are you doing? Getting a massage?"

The two of them froze instantly.

How could they forget that this little one is still here?!

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