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

The voice was unfamiliar, yet it possessed a strange penetrating power, instantly pulling Mo Ye back to reality from the edge of chaos.

The night, amidst the boy's bewildered dreams and this sudden disturbance, became subtle and unusual.

Mo Ye was abruptly pulled from his deep drunkenness by a series of urgent, almost violent knocks on the door.

The voice continued, carrying a self-righteous annoyance.

Almost instinctively, he staggered to the door, his mind a jumbled mess of alcohol.

He didn't even think to check through the peephole; his fingers had already instinctively turned the lock.

The moment the door opened, a slender figure, carrying the scent of night wind and alcohol, burst in like a spring that had been released.

It was less like walking in and more like crashing into him—she crashed straight into his arms.

Mo Ye was knocked off balance and was instantly surrounded by a soft, warm body.

A delicate scent, a blend of fruity perfume and a hint of alcohol, wafted over, strangely dispelling some of his own intoxication.

"What a lousy hotel... They're even bullying me..."

The woman in his arms complained indistinctly, her voice slightly hoarse and languid with a hint of intoxication.

She seemed to treat him like a large, warm pillow or cushion, and instead of leaving, she did not leave.

Instead, she nestled against his chest, finding a more comfortable position, and let out a satisfied sigh.

Mo Ye froze on the spot, his brain briefly shutting down.

Are services this proactive and direct nowadays?

But he clearly didn't order any "special services"... His confused thoughts left him unsure how to react.

He opened his mouth and said, "Girl, life is not easy. Maybe you have a gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother who is in school, and a broken home, but it is still wrong to lie to people."

At this moment, He Wanqing was also on the verge of losing consciousness.

She had a lot of troubles today, and she drowned her sorrows in alcohol tonight. She was even more drunk than Mo Ye at the moment.

She felt as if she had "opened" that damned door and plunged into a warm, firm, and... unexpectedly pleasant-smelling embrace.

Unlike the nauseating cologne or tobacco smell she always encountered when interacting with men.

This embrace carried a clean, sun-dried soap scent, mixed with the unique hormonal aroma of a young man.

She groggily raised her head and saw a young and handsome face.

The lines are clean and crisp, and the eyebrows and eyes appear exceptionally soft under the dim light, even carrying a touch of innocent "babyishness".

Strangely, her damned, long-standing "misogyny" did not flare up at this moment.

There was no nausea, no palpitations, and no strong physiological rejection.

Could it be... a dream?

Only in her dreams could she so peacefully remain in the arms of a strange man?

Yes, it must be.

This realization completely relaxed her, and even gave rise to a bold indulgence that would never have happened in reality.

She stretched out her slender fingers and gently poked Mo Ye's cheek, a dreamy and sly smile curving her lips, like a cat that had discovered a new toy.

"Little puppy...don't be afraid..."

Her voice was alluringly hoarse, and her eyes were hazy.

"Sister...it will be soon..."

These words acted as the final catalyst, blending with the warmth emanating from the delicate body in his arms.

The enticing fruity aroma that kept wafting into his nostrils, along with the alcohol's complete breakdown of reason, instantly shattered Mo Ye's already crumbling defenses.

He was at the prime of his life, how could he resist such temptation?

The last vestiges of reason let out a faint cry of despair before utterly succumbing to this sudden, tender trap…

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The following morning, her sharp biological clock and hangover headache, like a mixture of ice and fire, forcibly dragged He Wanqing out of her deep sleep.

She groaned, rubbing her temples which felt like they were about to explode, and struggled to sit up.

After a long pause, the scenery in front of me gradually came into focus—

An unfamiliar room, messy bedding, and an ambiguous atmosphere permeating the air.

She subconsciously looked around, her heart skipping a beat.

This isn't her room at all!

Immediately following, a clear and noticeable, subtle stinging sensation came from somewhere in my body.

It was like a bolt of lightning striking the top of her head, instantly making her scalp tingle and her whole body go cold.

A terrible, absurd thought uncontrollably rushed into my mind.

Last night...wasn't that a dream?!

She turned her head sharply, and when her gaze fell upon the sleeping, young male face beside her, all her remaining hope was shattered.

He really is a man!

A strange, rather handsome man!

"No..." A suppressed cry, filled with despair and self-loathing, escaped from her lips.

She grabbed at her long hair, trying to use the pain to confirm that this wasn't a nightmare.

Chaotic fragments of memory began to rush back—the wrong door, the warm embrace, that face that, though still "babyish," now seemed incredibly clear.

His own provocation, and the subsequent blush-inducing entanglements...

Every detail felt like a slap in the face, a hard blow to her cheek.

She practically scrambled off the bed, enduring the physical discomfort and the turmoil in her heart, and quickly picked up her scattered clothes and got dressed.

After doing all this, she took a deep breath and checked the house number again.

Sure enough... she was just drunk and went to the wrong room!

I can't believe I made such an absurd and elementary mistake!

Shame, anger, regret, and an inexplicable sense of panic almost overwhelmed her.

She just wanted to escape this place that made her feel so ashamed.

She picked up her handbag, and as her gaze swept across the bedside table, she noticed a card on the back of Mo Ye's phone, which appeared to be an ID card.

As if possessed, she reached out and picked it up.

"Mo Ye..." she murmured the name softly, her handwriting carrying a scholarly air.

"Age..." She quickly glanced at her birthdate, her tense nerves easing slightly. "Thankfully, I'm an adult."

She murmured to herself, as if trying to lessen her sense of guilt.

If the other party is a minor, then she is truly beyond redemption.

Looking at that handsome and well-behaved face, even in the ID photo.

Recalling her bold and unrestrained "sleepwalking" behavior last night, He Wanqing bit her lower lip, a complex emotion welling up in her heart.

There was shame, helplessness, and a hint of... a faint sense of apology and curiosity towards the boy that she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Never mind..." she sighed, as if trying to convince herself.

"Since you're not bad looking, and... it seems I haven't really lost out too much, I'll let it go."

She took out all the cash from her wallet, about seven or eight hundred yuan, and gently placed it on the bedside table...