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

He Wanqing entered the room, her steps slower than usual. She stood by the bed without turning around, whispered, "I'm going to take a shower first," and then picked up her nightgown and went into the bathroom.

Mo Ye watched her retreating figure and nodded.

He didn't say anything more.

He respects whatever decisions He Wanqing makes. She is his wife, and he wants her, but not just for that kind of thing.

The bathroom door was closed.

She put the clothes on the rack, stood in front of the mirror, and slowly took off her clothes.

The person in the mirror has fair skin, delicate collarbones, a slender waist, and long legs.

She stretched out her fingers and slowly slid them down her collarbone. When her fingertips touched her chest, her heart beat slightly faster.

Today, this body will belong to that little bastard.

She turned on the shower, and warm water flowed down, slowly filling the entire bathroom with steam.

She washed herself very carefully, gently massaging every inch of her skin. The shower gel foam, carrying a faint fragrance, shimmered softly under the light.

After washing up, she looked at herself in the mirror for a long time, touched her slightly flushed cheeks, took a deep breath, and went out.

He Wanqing came out wrapped in a bath towel, her hair wet and draped over her shoulders, water droplets dripping from the ends of her hair.

She sat down at the dressing table and called out to Mo Ye, "Mo Ye, blow-dry my hair for me."

Mo Ye put down his phone, walked over, picked up the hairdryer, ran his fingers through her hair, and blew hot air evenly over it.

He moved very gently and carefully, just like always.

After drying her hair until it was half dry, He Wanqing suddenly said, "Take a longer shower today, and make sure you're thoroughly clean."

Mo Ye's fingers paused for a moment.

He looked at He Wanqing in the mirror; she had her head down and the tips of her ears were slightly red.

He suddenly thought of something, and he wasn't sure if it was what he was thinking... His heart started racing, and his breathing became rapid.

"Okay." His voice was a little hoarse. "I'll take a longer shower today."

He Wanqing didn't speak, but simply gave a soft "hmm".

After drying her hair, Mo Ye took her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Hearing the sound of water coming from the bathroom, He Wanqing bit her lower lip, opened the wardrobe, and took out the bag hidden in the pile of clothes from the very back.

She first put on that black lace lingerie set, which was so thin and almost transparent that the fabric was pitifully small.

Then there was the JK uniform: a dark blue top, a plaid skirt, and a bow tied at the neckline.

She tugged at her skirt in front of the mirror; it was too short, barely covering her upper thighs, and the lace trim underneath was visible with the slightest movement.

She almost took it off right away.

After hesitating for a few seconds, she took out the flesh-colored stockings again, sat on the edge of the bed, and slowly rolled them up.

The stockings clung tightly to her skin, making her already long legs look even more perfect.

After getting dressed, she stood up, turned around in front of the mirror, and her face turned bright red.

That's so embarrassing.

She walked to the wine cabinet and chose the most expensive bottle, Henry Jay, a highly collectible wine that costs millions per bottle.

She doesn't usually drink alcohol, but she always keeps some at home, which she can use to entertain guests or give as gifts.

Today, she wants to have a drink.

She took two wine glasses, placed them on the coffee table, opened the bottles, and poured some into each.

The wine swirled in the glass; it was a deep red, just like the atmosphere tonight.

She sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on the bathroom door.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

Mo Ye took a full ten minutes to shower today, whereas he usually comes out in five minutes.

He walked out while drying his hair, and the moment he looked up and saw He Wanqing, he seemed to freeze.

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a surge of heat rushed to the top of my head.

By the time they realized what was happening, the nosebleed was already flowing uncontrollably.

He Wanqing was startled and quickly grabbed a few tissues, standing on tiptoe to stop him from blocking the hole.

Mo Ye tilted his head back, pinched his nose with his hand, and secretly berated himself for being so spineless.

But his gaze couldn't help but drift towards He Wanqing—her JK uniform, short skirt, stockings, and those long, straight legs.

He Wanqing looks so sexy today.

"I've been feeling a bit feverish lately..." he mumbled.

He Wanqing blushed, of course she knew why he had a nosebleed.

But his appearance at least proves that his careful preparations were not in vain.

The nosebleed stopped. Mo Ye went to the bathroom to wash his face, cleaned the bloodstains, took several deep breaths, and then walked out, pretending to be calm.

"Wanqing, what's wrong with you...?" His voice was a little hoarse.

He Wanqing didn't answer, but simply beckoned to him, her voice soft: "Come and have a drink with me."

Mo Ye walked over and sat down opposite her.

He didn't know anything about red wine, nor did he know what kind of wine was in front of him, but just looking at the bottle, he felt it was expensive.

He Wanqing picked up her wine glass, and Mo Ye followed suit, the two lightly clinking glasses.

She took a small sip, head down, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's buzz: "Today, I'm yours. You can do whatever you want with me."

Mo Ye felt a surge of anger rise up, his throat went dry, and his heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.

"Really?" His voice was hoarse, unlike his own. "Anything?"

He Wanqing nodded, her face flushed red.

"Really. This is my birthday present for you... Do you like it?"

Mo Ye's breathing quickened, his gaze burning as if he wanted to scorch her.

"I like it, I like it so much I can't like it any more."

He never expected that He Wanqing would give him this as a gift.

Moreover, she dressed up specially for this purpose, wearing the stockings he had always wanted to see.

He Wanqing raised her glass and said softly, "Let's have a toast together. It's on us..."

Mo Ye nodded, crossed his arms with her, and drank the toast together.

The wine tastes quite different from ordinary red wine.

Ordinary ones are either astringent or thin.

But this cup is different. It's rich and substantial, yet as light as a cloud; the fruity aroma is vibrant yet refined, and the earthy scent is deep yet not cloying. It's smooth on the palate, moist in the throat, and leaves a lingering aftertaste.

But at this moment, Mo Ye's mind was not on the wine at all.

His eyes were glued to He Wanqing, as if they were glued together.

He Wanqing felt the intensity in his gaze, and her heart pounded.

She gulped down a large mouthful of wine, stood up, leaned down to kiss Mo Ye, and then pushed him away forcefully.

Mo Ye lay on the bed, not yet able to react, when He Wanqing straddled him.

She looked down at him, her long hair falling down and brushing against his cheek.

Mo Ye's hand slowly caressed her slender legs, gently groping through her stockings.

He Wanqing instantly went limp and collapsed onto him, her breathing becoming rapid.

Mo Ye rolled over and pinned her beneath him, spreading her legs so she could wrap her arms around his waist.

He lowered his head to kiss her, and as soon as their lips touched, she slightly opened her mouth to welcome him.

His unique hormonal scent seeped into her nostrils, exuding a mature and refreshing quality, forcefully pressing into her body, burning her blood, and circulating to every inch of her skin.

A tingling, dizzy sensation spread through her mind and body.

Mo Ye began to undress her.

The buttons on the top were loosened one by one, the zipper on the skirt was unzipped, and the edge of the stockings was hooked by fingers and slowly rolled down.

He Wanqing sensed that he was about to get to the point, so she quickly said, "There are sitz bags for babies over there... use a condom."

Mo Ye reached out and groped on the bedside table, finally finding the small box.

He tore open the packaging, but his hands were shaking so badly that the more he tried, the less he could open it.

Looking at his anxious expression through the darkness outside the window, He Wanqing couldn't help but chuckle softly.

Mo Ye finally tore it open and hurriedly put it on.

He Wanqing felt her clothes being peeled off piece by piece.

The JK top was tossed at the foot of the bed, the short skirt slid to the floor, and the stockings were rolled up and lying on the side of the bed.

Finally, the black lace lingerie also left her body.

She closed her eyes, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode.

Mo Ye looked down at her, his voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible: "Wanqing... is it alright?"

He Wanqing did not open her eyes, but simply nodded slightly.