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

Mo Ye walked over and squatted down in front of her.

He Wanqing lowered her head, not daring to look at him.

When his fingers touched her, she trembled slightly, buried her face in the pillow, and mumbled, "Hurry up."

Mo Ye didn't speak, but gently and carefully applied the medicine to her.

His fingertips were slightly cool, and the ointment felt refreshingly cool.

He Wanqing buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled: "Did you help me take a bath last night?"

Mo Ye hummed in agreement.

He Wanqing's voice became even more muffled: "Then did you see me naked?"

Mo Ye paused for a second, then honestly said, "I saw everything."

He Wanqing grabbed another pillow and gently hit it on his head like a kitten scratching him.

Mo Ye didn't dodge, letting her hit him twice.

After she had finished throwing the pillow, he removed it, looked at her flushed face, and suddenly leaned down to kiss her forehead.

"You are my wife," he said softly, "I could look at you for a lifetime and never get enough."

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then her face turned even redder.

She turned her head away and muttered softly, "Who wants to watch you for a lifetime?"

Mo Ye smiled, said nothing, and continued to apply the medicine for her.

He Wanqing was lying face down on the pillow with her eyes closed when she suddenly felt the hand that was applying medicine to her start to get restless.

The ointment had long been applied, but his fingers were still slowly gliding along the inside of her thigh, the touch cool and refreshing, yet the more he touched, the further he went…

"Just apply the medicine properly and don't move around." Her voice was fierce, but because it was buried in the pillow, it sounded muffled and had no intimidating power at all.

Mo Ye withdrew his hand, his tone tinged with amusement: "Alright."

He Wanqing almost reflexively pulled up her panties, her movements so fast it was as if she had been burned.

She felt like she was on fire; she had never felt so ashamed before.

Even though it was her husband, she still felt like she wanted to disappear into a crack in the ground because he was staring at her.

Just as she was about to pull the blanket over herself, she was suddenly lifted into the air as Mo Ye picked her up.

He Wanqing quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her voice trembling, "What...what do you want to do! I...I'm still in pain."

Mo Ye laughed out loud.

This girl, wasn't she being quite stubborn just now?

Sure enough, his whole body was soft, except for his mouth, which was the hardest.

"I'm not that much of a beast," he said, looking down at her with a smile in his eyes. "I won't touch you until at least tonight."

He Wanqing's face flushed instantly: "Why do you always think about things like this!"

Mo Ye looked completely innocent: "What was I thinking? I just said I wanted to hold you while we sleep tonight."

He Wanqing choked, and after a long pause, she finally managed to say, "Yes! I believe you."

Mo Ye suppressed a laugh: "I believe you too."

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to argue with him.

Mo Ye placed her on a chair in front of the dining table, turned around and brought out a clay pot from the kitchen. When he lifted the lid, a rich aroma immediately filled the air.

The sweet aroma of red dates, longan, and goji berries mingled with the savory flavor of black-boned chicken, as steaming white vapor rose into the air.

"I specially made you a soup with red dates, longan, goji berries, and black chicken," he ladled a bowl and placed it in front of her. The soup was clear, with red dates and goji berries floating on top. "Drink some quickly, you're too weak."

He Wanqing looked down at the bowl of soup, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

She had heard that in other families, it was the girls who would cook soup for the boys to nourish their bodies, so why was it the other way around in her case?

Moreover, she's much stronger than the average girl, at least she exercises regularly.

However, she still sipped it slowly.

The soup was very flavorful, with the sweet taste of red dates and longan. Drinking it made me feel warm and cozy all over.

Mo Ye sat opposite her, resting his chin on his hand as he watched her drink, his gaze so tender it could melt hearts.

He Wanqing felt very uncomfortable under his gaze.

Ever since he saw her naked, whenever he looks at her, she always feels completely naked, as if she's not wearing anything at all.

She put down the spoon, enduring the soreness in her legs, and picked up another bowl to serve him a bowl as well.

She didn't notice what she had scooped up and just handed it over with a spoonful of water.

Mo Ye looked down at his bowl, which was covered with a thick layer of goji berries, densely packed like a red carpet.

He Wanqing saw it too, and was about to say something when Mo Ye leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Are you... implying that I should do my best tonight?"

He Wanqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what she meant, and her face flushed red. Honestly, she really had just scooped it up randomly.

"Hurry up and drink it!" she urged fiercely.

Mo Ye smiled, picked up the bowl, and drank it all down, sip by sip.

"Okay, I'll do whatever my wife says."

He Wanqing's ears turned red. She lowered her head and stirred the soup in her bowl. After stirring for a while, she whispered, "Tonight... I want to watch yours too."

Mo Ye was taken aback: "What are you looking at?"

He Wanqing's voice became even softer, like a mosquito's hum: "I want to see yours too... otherwise it's not fair."

Mo Ye smiled and reached out to unbutton his shirt: "I'll show you right now."

He Wanqing quickly grabbed his hand, her face already flushed: "You're going to die! It's still daytime!"

Mo Ye withdrew his hand, looking at her shy and anxious expression, his heart softened completely.

His Wanqing was absolutely reserved during the day; she only dared to be a little bolder at night.

"Okay," he said with a smile, his tone full of affection, "I'll show you tonight."

He Wanqing buried her face in the bowl, feeling that she was indeed a bit lewd.

She dared not think about it anymore and began to eat seriously.

After finishing her meal, He Wanqing stood up, supporting herself on the table: "I'm going to the company."

Mo Ye looked at her legs, then at the way she was holding her back, and asked, "Are your legs alright?"

He Wanqing glared at him: "Isn't it all your fault?" After saying that, she walked angrily towards the bedroom.

Mo Ye followed behind, feeling a pang of sympathy as he watched her awkward gait.

He quickened his pace and picked her up.

"Let me help you get dressed." He placed her on the edge of the bed.

He Wanqing slapped him: "No way."

Mo Ye touched his nose: "I just applied the medicine for you, it's not like I haven't seen it before."

He Wanqing pushed him out, firmly saying, "No means no."

Mo Ye was pushed out the door and stood there sighing. The task ahead is arduous and the road is long.

He Wanqing closed the door, leaned against the door panel and took several deep breaths before starting to change her clothes.

She first took off her pajamas, then picked up her shirt and buttoned it up one button at a time.

My hands are shaking a bit, my legs are weak, and my back aches every time I move.

She took more than ten minutes to change clothes that she could normally put on in five minutes.

After getting dressed, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. She wore a white shirt, a black pencil skirt, and her hair was up in a bun, just like she always did for work.

The person in the mirror had a faint blush on their cheeks, slightly swollen lips, and a softer look in their eyes than usual.

She patted her face, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Mo Ye leaned against the wall in the corridor and waited. When he heard the door open, he looked up and saw He Wanqing walking out in a business suit.

The shirt was tucked into the skirt, outlining her slender waist, while the pencil skirt hugged her rounded hips, and her legs looked long and straight.

He felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen...