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

Mo Ye paused slightly.

Why is Wanqing being so proactive?

He reached out and removed the last two pieces of clothing from her body.

Under the light, her body resembled a painting that had been treasured for a long time, every inch of which was meticulously depicted.

He lowered his head, wanting to kiss her collarbone, but He Wanqing reached out and blocked his lips.

"Let's take a shower first, this isn't hygienic."

Mo Ye thought it made sense, so he turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature.

Two people stood under the showerhead, hot water poured down from above, and steam slowly spread out, blurring the mirror and glass.

Mo Ye squeezed some shower gel into his palm, rubbed it to make foam, and began to help her take a bath.

From shoulders to arms, from back to waist, from waist to legs.

His palms glided over every inch of her skin, and bubbles bloomed like white flowers on her body.

He Wanqing also squeezed out some shower gel and started washing him.

Her fingers slowly drew circles on his chest, then moved down, gliding over his abs, over his V-line, and continued downwards.

Mo Ye closed his eyes, tilted his head back, and let the hot water splash on his face.

He felt as if he were being slowly tortured; those hands were so soft and slippery, moving over his body like a warm snake, setting off flames wherever they went.

He quickened his shower, rinsed off the foam, and turned off the showerhead.

He Wanqing sensed his urgency and quickened her pace.

Mo Ye pulled a clean bath towel from the towel rack and laid it on the sink.

He picked He Wanqing up and placed her on a bath towel.

The coolness of the marble countertop wafted through the bath towel, causing He Wanqing to shiver slightly.

Mo Ye opened the cabinet door under the sink, took out a small square box, tore open the plastic packaging, and put it on.

Then he moved closer to her, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

He Wanqing didn't say anything, but wrapped her arms around his neck, tilted her head slightly, and kissed him.

His lips were a little cool, her lips a little warm; the coolness and warmth colliding were like the meeting of ice and fire.

Mo Ye held her waist with one hand and braced himself on the table beside her with the other.

He Wanqing's toes were curled up, and the back of her foot was stretched like a fully drawn bow.

Her fingers gripped his shoulders, her knuckles turning white, her nails digging into his skin, leaving faint crescent-shaped marks.

She bit her lip, but still couldn't hold back, and the sound escaped from deep in her throat.

"Um........."

The sound of water started again.

Mo Ye turned the showerhead back on and rinsed the two of them thoroughly.

The shower gel foam was washed away by the hot water, flowing down the grout lines into the drain, carrying away sweat and fatigue, leaving behind a room full of warmth and dampness.

He wrapped her in a bath towel, like wrapping a kitten just pulled from the water, leaving only her eyes and a rosy nose showing.

He carried her out.

He Wanqing nestled in his arms like a lazy cat, whimpering and rubbing against his chest. Her voice was soft and sweet, with a hint of coquettishness at the end, yet also a genuine weariness: "So tired, I want to sleep."

Mo Ye looked down at the soft, squishy person in his arms, gently running his fingers through her still slightly damp hair: "Let's dry your hair before you sleep."

He Wanqing nodded, buried her face in his chest, and mumbled an "Mmm".

Mo Ye picked up the hairdryer, turned it on to the warm setting, and slowly ran his fingers through her hair, drying each strand.

He Wanqing closed her eyes, her eyelashes drooping quietly, her breathing soft and gentle, like a cat being stroked.

The hairdryer was turned off, and the room became quiet, with only the overlapping breathing of the two people.

"Do you want some water?" Mo Ye asked.

He Wanqing buried her face in his chest and let out a muffled "hmm".

Mo Ye gently placed her on the bed, pulled the blanket over her stomach, and got up to pour a glass of warm water.

When she returned, He Wanqing had already torn off her bath towel and was lying naked on her side, with the blanket only covering her stomach, revealing a section of her fair waistline and two slender legs.

She twisted her body like a mermaid sunbathing on the beach.

Mo Ye held the water glass to her lips. She took two sips, shook her head, then buried her face in the pillow and pulled the blanket up to cover her head.

Mo Ye looked at the person on the bed who was wrapped up like a silkworm cocoon, stood there for three seconds, and then went to the closet to take out a nightgown.

The nightgown was purple, made of silk, and felt smooth to the touch.

He walked back, sat on the edge of the bed, patted the blanket, and said gently, "Wanqing, put on your nightgown before you sleep."

A fair, delicate foot peeked out from under the blanket and kicked out, its voice muffled and tinged with impatience: "I don't want to, I want to sleep." Then it pulled its foot back in.

Mo Ye reached out and gently touched the base of her thigh.

He Wanqing jolted as if electrocuted, peeking out from under the covers with wide eyes, her voice urgent and embarrassed: "No!"

Mo Ye held up the nightgown in his hand and waved it in front of her, saying gently, "Put it on before you sleep."

He Wanqing glared at him, her lips pouting like an angry pufferfish.

But her breath only lasted a few seconds, deflated like a punctured balloon.

She reached out, took the nightgown from her, and reluctantly put it on.

The silk nightgown slid against her skin, falling just above her knees, with a low neckline revealing a patch of snow-white skin.

Mo Ye looked at her and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He wouldn't believe his own willpower if she didn't wear it.

He Wanqing put on her nightgown, pulled up the hem, and then pulled the blanket up to cover her stomach.

She tilted her head to look at him, her voice soft and slightly coquettish at the end: "Hold me while I sleep."

Mo Ye nodded, lay down, and reached out to turn off the light.

The room was plunged into a gentle darkness, with only a sliver of moonlight filtering through the curtains, thin and white, falling on the pillow.

He Wanqing, like a slippery fish, immediately swam over, snuggled into his arms, pressed her face against his chest, put her hands on his waist, wrapped her legs around his legs, and clung to him like an octopus.

Mo Ye wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close and encircling her completely in his embrace.

His chin rested on the top of her head, his nose brushed against her hair, and he could smell the lingering scent of shampoo on her hair.

He Wanqing snuggled against him, found the most comfortable position, and then remained still.

Her breathing gradually became long and even, and her body slowly became supple.

As Mo Ye listened to her gradually steady breathing, he felt her body becoming heavier and softer.

His arm patted her waist gently, one pat at a time...