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

According to the plot of the novel, the female lead will definitely wake up later than the male lead.

Hmm~ This time too.

Mo Ye, with her precise biological clock, wakes up promptly at 7:30 in the morning.

The moment his consciousness returned, the first thing he realized was, "When did Tongtong grow up so big?"

No... this feel, this size... this isn't his little Tongtong!

Mo Ye instantly regained most of his senses, and his heart skipped a beat.

He cautiously opened his eyes, his gaze downwards—

He Wanqing was lying on her side in his arms, her back pressed against his chest, fast asleep.

Her long, seaweed-like hair was scattered on the pillow, with a few strands brushing against his arm.

The morning light perfectly outlined her delicate profile, and he could even see the fine downy hairs on her fair skin, which appeared almost transparent and soft in the light.

Her eyelashes were long and delicate, trembling slightly with her steady breathing, shedding all the coldness and distance of the daytime, becoming incredibly soft.

Mo Ye held his breath, his brain racing.

He first carefully checked his position—yes, he was lying on his own side, not "crossing the line".

So... He Wanqing moved it herself?

Or was it unconscious in the middle of the night?

This realization sent a shiver down his spine. Before he could think about it, another reaction from his body was more honest and swift in demonstrating its presence—the touch of the warm, soft jade in his arms was too clear, especially the pressure on a certain soft part, which made the young and vigorous Mo Ye react almost instantly.

"Hiss—" Mo Ye gasped, arching his back as he felt a surge of heat rush to his head. This was pure, sweet torture in the early morning.

He mentally berated himself: Mo Ye, have some self-respect!

Then, with the utmost care and slowness, almost like defusing a bomb, he carefully pulled his arm away from He Wanqing's neck, and gently moved her aside, his movements as light as if he were handling fragile glass.

After doing all this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, a thin layer of sweat appearing on his forehead.

But the sensation of touch and that fleeting glimpse of curves kept replaying in my mind...

He quickly shook his head to dispel those inappropriate thoughts.

If we don't get rid of it soon, we'll have to trouble the Five Fingers Fairy.

Only then did he notice the other side of the bed.

Suddenly, Tongtong, wrapped in her little bunny quilt, rolled to the corner of the bed closest to the wall, looking like a little silkworm.

The little one was sleeping on his back, one little hand resting on his plush rabbit doll, his mouth slightly open, a suspiciously clear trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth, and he was making "slurping" sounds from time to time, probably having some delicious dream.

Looking at his daughter's adorable, unguarded sleeping face, Mo Ye's heart melted instantly, and the embarrassment and excitement from before were completely washed away.

He leaned over and gently kissed Tongtong's sweet, milky, and tender face, his heart full of affection.

Unbeknownst to him, after he turned and got out of bed, gently closing the door behind him, He Wanqing, who had been "sleeping" on the bed, trembled slightly, and two faint blushes, like the morning glow, appeared on her cheeks.

She had been awake for a while.

The moment Mo Ye's body stiffened and he gasped for breath, or even earlier, before he woke up, she, who was in a light sleep, had already regained consciousness.

When He Wanqing felt the warm, firm embrace behind her, and the undeniable, masculine morning arousal pressed against her, she felt like she was on fire.

She cursed inwardly: What a scoundrel! He swore before that "nothing would happen if it wasn't mutual affection," but his body language betrayed him!

However, despite her outbursts, she wasn't truly angry deep down; instead, she harbored a hidden, complex emotion that she herself didn't want to delve into.

She instinctively pulled the thin blanket tighter around her, buried her burning cheeks in the pillow, and decided... to stay in bed for another ten minutes.

Anyway, Mo Ye has already gone to make breakfast.

A heartwarming breakfast and farewell to kindergarten

About ten minutes later, He Wanqing got up and washed up as if nothing had happened.

She changed into her loungewear, walked to the dressing table, picked up a black rubber band, and skillfully gathered her long hair, preparing to tie it into a low ponytail. Just as she bit the rubber band, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door, which was then pushed open.

Mo Ye poked his head in: "Breakfast is ready, Tongtong hasn't gotten up yet..." His voice trailed off the moment he saw He Wanqing.

The woman in front of him, He Wanqing, was biting a rubber band, her hands holding her hair, her posture casual, even with a touch of the languor unique to home life. She was completely different from the meticulous and impeccably made-up CEO He he usually knew.

This contrast intrigued Mo Ye, and his gaze lingered on her for a moment longer.

He Wanqing noticed his gaze, her movements stiffened almost imperceptibly, she quickly removed the hair tie from her lips, tied her hair up in a few quick strokes, and resumed her usual aloof expression, as if the down-to-earth scene just now was merely an illusion. "Tongtong is still lazing in bed, go and wake her up."

"Okay." Mo Ye nodded. The two of them tacitly avoided mentioning the unexpected and ambiguous hug that morning, as if it were just a vague dream from the night.

Walking to the bedside, Mo Ye looked at the small, bulging "roll in the blanket" and gently poked it: "Tongtong, you little sleepyhead, get up and have breakfast~"

A muffled protest came from under the covers: "Daddy... Tongtong is so sleepy... I can't keep my eyes open~" The voice was indistinct, filled with deep sleepiness.

Mo Ye chuckled and lifted the blanket: "The sun's already high in the sky! If you don't get up soon, Dad will eat all the delicious millet porridge and eggs!"

"No..." Tongtong, like a stubborn little turtle, wriggled and turned around, turning her back to Mo Ye, and wrapped the blanket even tighter, a round little ball with full defensive power.

Mo Ye found it amusing. If he went out a little later in the morning, he would have noticed this lazy posture, which was exactly the same as someone else's reluctance to get up in the morning.

Without further ado, he got to work, skillfully "digging" the "little lazybones" out of bed and carrying him to wash up.

Sure enough, on the dining table was a bowl of millet porridge that Mo Ye had cooked early in the morning. It was golden and thick, with rice oil floating on the surface, and it exuded a simple and rustic aroma of grains.

There were also perfectly cooked soft-boiled eggs and several refreshing side dishes on the side.

He specifically asked Tongtong about this—both his mother and Tongtong like to drink millet porridge in the morning to soothe their stomachs.

He Wanqing sat down, scooped a spoonful of porridge into her mouth, and found it to be at the perfect temperature with a rich aroma of rice, the warmth reaching right into her stomach.

She didn't say anything, but her expression softened almost imperceptibly.

Tongtong was lifted onto a high chair by her father, and she took a small spoon and diligently ate the porridge and egg in her bowl, her face full of satisfaction.

After breakfast, Mo Ye rode his cool "cat bike" to take Tongtong to kindergarten.

Upon reaching the door, another heart-wrenching scene of father-daughter affection unfolded, reminiscent of a "life-or-death separation."

"Dad, you must be the first one to pick up Tongtong this afternoon!"

"Okay, pinky promise."

"Goodbye, Daddy! Remember Tongtong!"

"Daddy will miss Tongtong. Be good at kindergarten."

Watching his daughter walk into the garden gate, turning back every few steps, Mo Ye smiled, shook his head, and turned the car around to leave.

He only has one class in the evening today, so he has plenty of time and can think about what new toy to make for Tongtong.