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

He quickly suppressed the thought, thinking, "I can't think about it, I can't think about it. What if she doesn't like me anymore in the future?"

This kind of thing needs to be considered carefully.

He reached out and gently tapped her little nose, his tone tinged with amusement: "You think I'm like you? Smelling sweet all over?"

He Wanqing's toes curled up unconsciously inside her slippers, a little shy and a little resentful.

She muttered, "Hmph, do you think my feet smell sweet too?"

Mo Ye leaned close to her face, close enough to feel the warm breath she exhaled from her nose brushing against his lips.

His voice was low and seductive: "What's wrong? Do you want me to smell it?"

He Wanqing's face instantly turned bright red. Annoyed, she punched him in the chest: "If you keep doing that, I'll shove my foot in your mouth!"

After she finished speaking, she was horrified to find that Mo Ye's expression not only did not subside, but became even more delighted, with his eyebrows and eyes curving and the corners of his mouth turned up high, like a cat that had stolen a fish.

He Wanqing stared blankly at him, a thought suddenly flashing through her mind.

She lifted her foot, stomped on the heel of the other shoe with her heel, kicked off the slipper, and stepped barefoot on his instep. Looking up, she cursed, "Pervert, scoundrel."

Then she saw Mo Ye close her eyes, take a deep breath, and show an almost intoxicated expression on her face, as if what she had just said was not an insult, but some sweet love talk.

He Wanqing was startled and quickly reached out to touch his forehead, then touched her own. Thankfully, he didn't have a fever.

"What are you doing?" Mo Ye grabbed her hand and asked, puzzled.

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him: "I was just scolding you, and you looked so smug. I thought you'd lost your mind."

Mo Ye laughed and pulled her into his arms: "You insult people just like you flirt, how can I not be captivated? Come on, call me a few more 'pervert' and 'rogue' words."

He Wanqing was completely speechless: "You're really a pervert. There are people who actually enjoy being insulted."

Mo Ye looked down at her, his gaze intense: "I only like it when you scold me. And I like it when you whip me with a little whip too."

He Wanqing opened her mouth, but for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Mo Ye continued to tease her, "You don't just know these two swear words, do you?"

He Wanqing glared at him, embarrassed and annoyed: "I know a few lines too!"

Mo Ye said excitedly, "Tell me about it."

Looking at his eager expression, He Wanqing's heart skipped a beat, as if she had stepped into another trap.

She tentatively said, "You bad guy..."

Mo Ye was delighted by her way of cursing, and he felt visibly more comfortable.

He couldn't help but sigh, "If someone else is arguing with you and hears you yelling like that, their anger will probably dissipate, and they'll think you're trying to comfort them."

He Wanqing wanted to say something more, but Mo Ye waved his hand: "Don't say 'Are you trying to die?' anymore. That wasn't an insult, that was just being coquettish."

He Wanqing muttered, "Does swearing have to be this complicated..."

Mo Ye had already taken out his phone, tapped a few times on the screen, and then handed it to her.

He Wanqing looked down and saw a short video. The progress bar hadn't started moving yet, but the subtitles on the cover made her eyelids twitch.

Mo Ye pressed play, and a series of rapid, loud, uncensored curses came from the phone. Every word was forceful and made He Wanqing freeze in shock.

"Turn it off! Turn it off! Turn it off!" She reached for the phone, her face flushed red.

Mo Ye smiled, raised his hand, turned off the video, put his phone in his pocket, and then looked at her seriously: "From now on, this is how you curse, understand? Wife."

He Wanqing rolled her eyes at him, her tone carrying an air of certainty that said, "You're dreaming." "I could never say something like that in my entire life. I'd be too ashamed to even utter a word."

She paused, then reached out and poked his chest. "You're not allowed to say things like that either, or else... or else..."

Mo Ye pulled her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head: "What else?"

He Wanqing reached into his clothes, found his nipples precisely, and gently pinched them.

Mo Ye gasped, "How can you be so perverted?"

He Wanqing's tone was cool, but the corners of her mouth were upturned: "Isn't it all because of you? Say 'pervert' again and I'll hear it; I quite like it."

Mo Ye was rendered speechless by her words.

Looking at his shocked expression, He Wanqing felt a strange sense of pleasure welling up inside her.

"Serves you right for bullying me," she pouted, a little smugly.

Mo Ye was not to be outdone, and he reached his hand inside her clothes, his fingertips sliding up her waist.

He Wanqing's face flashed with surprise, and she grabbed his fidgeting hand: "What do you want to do!"

Mo Ye put his arm around her waist and said matter-of-factly, "You can pinch mine, but I can't pinch yours?"

He Wanqing playfully punched him, embarrassed and annoyed: "Mo Ye, how can you be so petty! You're so mean!"

Mo Ye didn't speak, but lowered his head and rubbed his face against hers.

He pressed his cheek against hers, rubbing against her gently, like a big cat being affectionate.

He Wanqing's heart softened as he rubbed against her, and she scolded herself for not being able to be fierce to him.

But he's rubbing against me...

o(〃'▽'〃)o

She knew she had truly fallen for him.

She secretly resolved to bully him tonight.

"I'm going to take a shower." She pushed him away, turned around and walked to the wardrobe, opened the door and started picking out pajamas.

Mo Ye stood behind her, his gaze sweeping around the wardrobe before suddenly landing on a white Hanfu hanging at the very back.

It was a modified version of a Hanfu-style nightgown, with a cross-collar, tie, and light orchid patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem. The fabric was a light cotton-linen blend, which looked very cool.

He reached out and took it down, unfolding it in front of He Wanqing.

"What is this? I've never seen you wear this before."

He Wanqing glanced at it: "Hanfu, but it's also pajamas. I bought it but never wore it; it's too much trouble to put on."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up, and he handed the clothes to her, his tone filled with anticipation: "Could you wear this?"

He Wanqing frowned: "This dress is too troublesome to wear, I don't like it."

Mo Ye didn't speak, just looked at her, the light in his eyes dimming little by little, his lips slightly pursed, like a large dog that had been rejected.

He Wanqing's heart softened completely under his gaze. She sighed and took the clothes from his hands, saying, "I really owe you this."

Mo Ye's eyes lit up instantly.

He watched her walk towards the bathroom with her clothes in her hand, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

The fact that a girl is willing to wear troublesome clothes for you speaks volumes.

He took out his phone and started browsing for men's Hanfu pajamas on shopping apps.

He Wanqing took a couple of steps, then suddenly turned around and saw him looking at his phone. She leaned over for a peek and asked, "Are you buying one too?"

Mo Ye didn't even look up: "Yeah, I want to wear matching outfits with you."

He Wanqing didn't speak, but a small smile subtly appeared at the corner of her lips...