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

Mo Ye glanced at her sideways and said, "Sure."

He Wanqing walked around to his side and carefully straddled him.

She settled herself down, gently placing her hand on his shoulder. Her fingertips touched the thin layer of sweat, and she could clearly feel the firm contours of his muscles when they were working.

Mo Ye's palm ground against the ground, his breath growing heavier and hotter.

He continued doing push-ups, and with each push-up, the rise and fall of his back carried a restrained strength. Even through the thin fabric of his clothes, she could feel his body temperature.

He deliberately slowed his movements, and the rise and fall of his movements carried a certain provocative quality.

They were so close they could smell his cool yet hot aura.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, dripping onto the mat and spreading into a small dark patch.

He Wanqing's fingertips unconsciously traced his taut shoulder line, slowly sliding from his shoulder blade to his spine, then back again, and gently pinched him.

"Can you still hold on?" Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of laughter.

Mo Ye groaned, his arm trembling slightly but he didn't loosen his grip.

His low, husky voice, laced with gasps, rolled out from his chest, carrying an unmistakable aggressiveness:

"Behave yourself a little longer, or... I don't mind changing positions."

He Wanqing's fingers paused on his shoulder.

The air suddenly became very thick, like syrup that couldn't be dissolved.

She could feel the muscles on his back tense up even more, his body heat burning her through his clothes, and his breathing sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet gym.

Her hand didn't retract; it simply remained there, her fingertips lightly touching the edge of his shoulder blade.

"Want to change positions?" Her voice was soft, with a slight tremor. "That depends on what position you want to change to."

Mo Ye didn't reply, but his arm supporting him on the ground bent slightly, and he sank down a little before slowly pushing himself up again.

The movements were slow, so slow that he could clearly feel her weight pressing down on him.

Tongtong was watching cartoons in the corner. Tom and Jerry was showing the part where Tom was being tricked by Jerry. She giggled and swung her short legs around, completely unaware of what was happening over there with her parents.

He Wanqing glanced in Tongtong's direction; the little girl was engrossed in watching.

She looked away, lowered her head and whispered in Mo Ye's ear, "Tongtong is still here."

Mo Ye turned his head, his nose almost brushing against her cheek: "Shall we go to the room?"

He Wanqing didn't say anything, but slid off his back and stepped barefoot onto the mat.

She reached out and pulled him, and Mo Ye took her hand and stood up. His palm was warm and slightly sweaty.

The two looked at each other without saying a word, but both understood what the other meant.

Mo Ye walked over to Tongtong, squatted down, and patted her little head: "Tongtong, how about Daddy takes you to sleep?"

Tongtong was watching Jerry lead Tom into the mousetrap and couldn't bear to look away: "Let me watch a little longer~"

Mo Ye didn't rush her and waited for a few minutes.

The episode ended quickly, and as the end credits rolled, Tongtong yawned and finally turned off her phone.

Mo Ye smiled, bent down and scooped Tongtong, who was already sleepy, up from the stool.

The little girl leaned on his shoulder, mumbled something in her sleep, and then fell asleep.

He carried Tongtong and followed He Wanqing downstairs.

The lights on the third floor were off, and footsteps echoed softly in the stairwell.

He Wanqing walked ahead of him, her yoga pants outlining her beautiful silhouette under the dim light.

She walked slowly, as if waiting for him.

Mo Ye quickened his pace to walk alongside her.

He Wanqing glanced at him sideways, didn't say anything, but the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

Upon reaching the second floor, He Wanqing pushed open the door to the children's room, and Mo Ye gently placed Tongtong on the bed.

The little girl turned over and continued sleeping, hugging her blanket.

He covered her with the blanket, kissed her on the forehead, and quietly withdrew.

He Wanqing leaned against the wall in the corridor and waited for him. When she saw him come out, she turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

Mo Ye followed behind and reached out to take her hand.

She didn't break free, but tightened her grip on his fingers.

As soon as Mo Ye entered the room, his hands naturally gripped He Wanqing's waist.

Her waist was very thin, and the fabric of her yoga clothes was thin and clingy. I could clearly feel the slightly warm body temperature on her side and the subtle undulations that had not yet subsided after exercise in my palm.

He Wanqing took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, leaning against him, still breathing slightly.

During those push-ups, she sat on his back, and although she wasn't exerting any effort, her heart was beating faster than when she was exercising.

Her hair was loose, the ends slightly damp, and it clung to the sides of her face, making her skin appear even whiter.

When she tilted her head back, the blush on her face from the exercise hadn't faded yet, like she'd applied a thin layer of rouge.

She deliberately moved closer to him, her eyelashes almost brushing his chin, her voice soft as if she were pleading, "Smell me~ Don't I smell amazing after exercising?"

Mo Ye's lips curled into a smile, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

He lowered his head, buried his face in the crook of her neck, his nose brushing against the thinnest skin behind her ear, and took a deep breath.

She had the faint scent of lingering shower gel, mixed with the slightly salty smell of sweat, and an indescribable, uniquely her own scent.

"It smells wonderful." His voice was muffled in her neck, tinged with laughter. "My wife is truly exceptional; even her sweat smells sweet."

He Wanqing felt a little ticklish from his rubbing, and shrank her neck, but didn't move away. She raised her chin slightly, revealing a small, smug smile: "Of course, your wife is a fairy."

Before she could finish speaking, she felt a warm, moist touch on the side of her neck...

He was licking her.

"Mmm..." A soft, sweet moan escaped her throat.

She reached out and pushed his chest lightly, as if she were just touching it. "Not yet... We haven't showered yet."

Mo Ye raised his head, his tongue still lingering on his lips, and licked his lips as if savoring something.

His eyes shone brightly, reflecting her flushed face: "It smells good, and it's a little salty too."

He Wanqing snorted, tightened her grip on his neck a little, stood on tiptoe, buried her face in his neck, and gently licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Then her brows immediately furrowed, her little face scrunched up like a cat that had stolen a lemon: "It doesn't smell good, it only tastes salty." She spat twice and turned her head away in disgust.

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh at her disdainful yet defiant expression.

His wife really doesn't suffer any loss; if he licks her a little, she'll immediately lick him back.

A thought suddenly popped into his head: if he kissed her there, would she also...?