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

He Wanqing felt a little voice inside her cheering and jumping for joy; she wanted to eat him too.

Mo Ye picked her up in his arms and the two of them sat on the sofa.

She sat in his lap, her arms around his neck, and the two of them looked at each other. The air was filled with a sweet, sticky, and heart-pounding atmosphere.

Mo Ye placed one hand on her thigh, his fingertips gently caressing the inside of her thigh, while his other hand slipped under her armpit and covered her soft chest.

He Wanqing glared at him, her eyes fierce yet cute, like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Mo Ye felt an irresistible itch under her gaze and lowered his head to kiss her.

His lips slid from her lips to her chin, from her chin to her neck, lingered on her collarbone for a moment, and then continued downwards.

His hand didn't stop moving on her thigh; his fingertips hooked the edge of her pencil skirt, ready to slip inside—

Wanqing grabbed his hand and pressed it down, her voice soft yet urgent: "Eat first."

Mo Ye's hand stopped, but didn't leave.

He Wanqing nudged him again, and he finally withdrew his hand and smoothed out the wrinkled hem of her skirt.

"Okay, let's eat first." He picked her up again and helped her stand up.

He Wanqing looked down at herself—two buttons on her shirt had been undone, revealing a patch of snow-white skin, and the hem of her skirt was crumpled up.

She took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at herself. A few strands of her hair were messy, and her lips were a little red and swollen. It was obvious what she had just done.

"Take care of this for me." She put the mirror away, put her hands on her hips, and looked like a cat waiting to be stroked.

Mo Ye nodded, buttoned up her shirt one button at a time, and smoothed out her skirt.

Then he turned her around, gathered her loose hair, put it back up, secured it with hair clips, and straightened her collar.

He took her hand, their fingers intertwined, and the two walked out of the office.

"What would you like to eat today, baby?" Mo Ye pressed the down button for the elevator, and the elevator doors reflected the shadows of the two people standing side by side.

He Wanqing tilted her head to look at him, her voice soft: "You can choose."

Mo Ye thought for a moment and said, "Then let's eat ramen. It'll take less time, so we can sleep a little longer at noon."

He Wanqing's face flushed slightly. She reached out and pinched his ear, her voice both shy and anxious: "Didn't we say we couldn't do bad things?"

Mo Ye looked at her with an innocent expression, his eyes clearly saying, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"It's just normal sleeping." He grinned mischievously, his voice lowering. "What are you thinking about, sister?"

He Wanqing opened her mouth, but found that she really couldn't argue with him.

She took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound more intimidating, but it still carried a hint of exasperation and softness.

"You promise you won't touch me at noon. Do you dare swear? If you touch me at noon, my penis will be halved."

Mo Ye gasped, his expression as if someone had stabbed him in the heart.

He clutched his chest, his voice tinged with exaggerated grief: "Sister, this is something that concerns your sexual happiness!"

He Wanqing's face turned even redder, from her ears to her neck, like a flower that had been burned by fire.

She bit her lip, her voice both urgent and shy: "Just tell me, do you dare to swear it?"

Mo Ye chose to keep quiet.

He Wanqing looked at him, speechless after she had retorted, her little face full of smugness, her chin slightly raised, like a little rooster that had won a fight.

Looking at her smug little expression, Mo Ye lowered his head, his lips close to her ear, his voice soft and low, carrying a knowing smile:

"Does your sister want it? You're so happy because you know I'm going to touch you at noon."

He Wanqing opened her mouth, wanting to say "I didn't," but the thought of being able to touch his abs made her happy again.

She pursed her lips and didn't say anything, but her happiness overflowed from the corners of her eyes and brows, impossible to hide.

Mo Ye looked at her expression and was stunned for a moment. Did she really want to?

He instantly felt excited. The elevator doors opened, and he took her hand and stepped out, walking much faster than usual.

The two walked into the ramen shop and sat down side by side. The shop was small and simply decorated, but the aroma of the broth wafted from the kitchen, making their mouths water.

Mo Ye called out towards the kitchen, "Boss, two bowls of beef ramen, and one with extra noodles."

The owner's booming voice came from inside: "Alright, please make yourselves at home, the ramen will be ready in a minute!"

When the ramen was served, it was steaming hot, with a milky white broth, golden noodles, thinly sliced ​​beef, and sprinkled with bright green scallions.

Mo Ye picked up his chopsticks and began to eat heartily, making loud slurping noises as he ate the noodles, making it sound quite authentic.

He Wanqing ate in small bites, chewing the noodles slowly in her mouth, her cheeks bulging.

Mo Ye quickly finished his bowl of noodles, even drinking the soup clean.

He put down his chopsticks, rested his chin on one hand, and turned to watch her eat.

His gaze fell on her lips, round and full, opening and closing, glistening with a thin layer of oil as she chewed noodles.

He Wanqing felt a little embarrassed by his gaze. She had noodles in her mouth, unsure whether to chew or swallow.

She put down her chopsticks, reached out and pushed his face, her voice muffled: "Don't look at me like that, I can't eat anymore."

Mo Ye didn't look away, but instead smiled and said softly, "You look very good eating noodles."

He Wanqing's heart felt like a little rabbit had been released into the air, hopping and skipping around.

She brushed a strand of hair that had fallen to the side of her face and tucked it behind her ear, revealing her bright red earlobe. Then she lowered her head and continued to eat her noodles slowly, chewing each bite very slowly.

Mo Ye looked at her mouth and suddenly wondered—what does she look like when she eats sausage?

What is it like to eat ice cream?

The thought swirled in his mind, like a butterfly fluttering its wings inside a glass bottle, unable to fly out.

As He Wanqing ate, her movements gradually slowed down.

She placed her chopsticks on the rim of her bowl, looked up at Mo Ye, and said in a slightly languid voice, "I'm full."

There was still a little bit of noodles left in the bowl, and quite a bit of soup was left too.

Mo Ye looked at the remaining noodles in her bowl, reached out and patted her head, his tone tinged with concern: "Why is your appetite so small?"

He Wanqing tilted her head to look at him, her voice tinged with a hint of teasing: "You have such a big appetite, you eat breakfast, lunch and dinner."

Mo Ye looked at her strangely and slowly said, "You were talking about dinner, weren't you?"

He Wanqing's neck instantly turned pink, the red like watercolor paint dripping into clear water, quickly spreading to her ears and cheeks.

She glared fiercely at Mo Ye, her voice both urgent and shy, like a kitten with its fur standing on end: "Of...of course, it's time to eat!"

Mo Ye looked at her shy and anxious expression and smiled, but didn't expose her.

He picked up the remaining bowl of noodles from her bowl, ate it in a few bites, and drank every last drop of soup. Then he stacked the two empty bowls together, pushed them to the side of the table, wiped her mouth, stood up, and took her hand.

"Let's go back to sleep." He tightened his grip on her hand, and He Wanqing was led out of the ramen shop by him.