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

The next day.

He Wanqing woke up first.

She turned over, lying on her side like a cat perched on a windowsill, propping her chin up with one hand as she looked at Mo Ye's sleeping face.

His eyelashes were long and hung quietly, his nose was high and straight, and his lips were slightly pursed. When he was asleep, he looked even more docile than usual, like a cat with its claws retracted.

Her calves were twitching, and her toes were faintly pink in the morning light.

Seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, she slowly curled the corners of her mouth up, reached out and picked up a tuft of her hair from beside the pillow. The ends of the hair were light and soft, like feathers.

She held her breath, brought the end of her hair close to Mo Ye's nose, and gently touched it.

Mo Ye's nose twitched, as if something had scratched it, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Seeing that he was about to wake up, He Wanqing quickly pulled her hair back, closed her eyes, lay down, and pretended to be asleep.

Her movements were as quick as a startled rabbit, but she forgot that her eyelashes were still trembling slightly.

Mo Ye opened his eyes and turned his head to see He Wanqing lying next to him.

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly fluttering its wings;

A slight smile lingered at the corner of her mouth, like a kitten that had stolen a fish.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, his voice hoarse from just waking up, soft as if afraid of disturbing something: "Whose little darling has done something naughty?"

He Wanqing's face flushed red instantly, like a peach blossom opened by the spring breeze.

Knowing she'd been discovered, she simply opened her eyes and looked at him innocently, her large, watery eyes conveying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

Mo Ye reached out and pinched her plump, collagen-filled cheeks, his voice carrying a hint of interrogation: "What's wrong? You've done something wrong but won't admit it?"

He Wanqing's ears twitched, like a kitten being grabbed by the scruff of its neck, but she remained defiant, her chin slightly raised, her voice soft and crisp: "Do you have any evidence?"

Mo Ye was taken aback.

Is this still his Wanqing?

They've all started to cheat.

He lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, his voice low and tinged with danger: "Lying will be punished by family rules, I'll spank you."

He Wanqing glared at him angrily, her expression both cute and fierce: "You dare!"

Mo Ye smiled.

He's too daring.

He reached under the covers, precisely slipped his hand to her side, and then moved down, ready to spank her bottom.

He Wanqing felt the hand moving under the blanket and quickly twisted her body to try to get away.

When Mo Ye's hand fell, the angle was off...

He Wanqing's body stiffened for a moment, and her face instantly turned bright red, from her cheeks all the way to her neck, like a flower that had been doused with boiling water.

She bit her lip, her voice barely audible, tinged with embarrassment and annoyance: "Hurry up and move your hand away."

..........

Mo Ye felt...

He Wanqing nudged him with her head, both embarrassed and annoyed: "Take it away."

Mo Ye didn't remove it, his voice laced with a hint of probing and seduction: "Is it alright?"

He Wanqing bit her lip, her ears turning bright red.

She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; it was a little past six.

"It's morning!" Her voice was urgent and shy, but she clearly lacked confidence.

Mo Ye glanced at the alarm clock, his tone as calm as if stating a fact: "It's still early, there's enough time. I'll hurry up."

He Wanqing bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling.

I should have known better than to cause trouble. Now look what's happened, I've gotten myself into this mess.

Mo Ye gently bit her earlobe, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe, his voice low and seductive: "May I, sister?"

He Wanqing's earlobes twitched, like mimosa pudica swaying in the wind.

She didn't speak, but she didn't push him away either.

Mo Ye's hand had already begun to roam over her smooth thigh, his fingertips slowly sliding from the outside to the inside...

His fingers are long and very nimble...

He Wanqing bit her lip hard, her nails digging into his arm, leaving a faint red mark.

Mo Ye raised his head and kissed her lips.

He Wanqing could no longer restrain herself, reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, and began to respond to him.

Their tongues intertwined, like two entangled snakes, neither willing to back down first.

Mo Ye rolled over and pinned her beneath him.

She suddenly remembered something and quickly nudged his shoulder, her voice soft and urgent, tinged with panic: "You haven't put it on yet."

She reached into the bedside table, took out a box, and handed it to him.

Mo Ye took it...

He Wanqing pressed her arm to her mouth, afraid of making too much noise.

Mo Ye grabbed her hand, interlocked their fingers, and pressed down beside her.

His lips brushed against her earlobe, his voice low and tinged with amusement: "It's alright, the soundproofing is excellent."

He Wanqing opened her mouth to say "You..." but the words got stuck in her throat, turning into low, suppressed moans.

The voice was like a spring breeze brushing across a lake, like a nightingale singing under the moonlight—light, soft, gentle, and sweet.

As Mo Ye listened to her voice, he felt the fire in his body burning brighter and brighter, as if someone had poured a bucket of oil into the flames.

Time passed by, second by second.

At exactly seven o'clock, Mo Ye finally stopped, his voice carrying a hint of satisfied contentment: "The timing is just right."

He picked He Wanqing up and carried her into the bathroom.

He Wanqing, pouting, reached out and pinched the soft flesh of his waist. The pinch wasn't hard, but it was filled with a resentful rage: "Couldn't you be a little gentler?"

Mo Ye looked down at the marks, then looked up innocently, his voice tinged with grievance: "I didn't use any force, it's just that your skin is too delicate."

He Wanqing reached out and covered his mouth, both ashamed and angry: "Shut up, you scoundrel."

With her covering his mouth, Mo Ye's eyes curved into crescents, his expression clearly saying: You insulted me, and I felt good.

He Wanqing looked at his blissful expression and couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.

The two of them took a quick shower in a few minutes. The hot water washed away the sweat and fatigue, as well as the ambiguous atmosphere from before.

After washing up, He Wan stood in front of the sink, squeezed out toothpaste, and began brushing her teeth.

Mo Ye stood next to her, picked up his toothbrush, squeezed out toothpaste, and the two stood side by side in front of the mirror, brushing their teeth together in sync.