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

Mo Ye was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled her off him, letting her lie in his arms.

His arm was around her waist, his chin resting on the top of her head, and his voice was calm: "It seems that noon is not a good time for this. Let's take a nap."

He Wanqing could feel the hardness of his body through her skin, like a taut string.

She whispered, "You must be feeling very unwell?"

Mo Ye's voice came down from above her head, steady and without any ripples: "It's nothing, it's a normal physiological phenomenon, it'll be fine in a while."

He Wanqing gritted her teeth, turned around, and faced away from him.

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, then felt something soft and smooth coming from his...

His body felt as if it had been struck by a weak electric current; a subtle tingling sensation spread from his skin throughout his entire body. His mind went blank for a moment, and his heart trembled slightly.

His voice was a little strained, as if something was stuck in his throat: "Wanqing, you......."

He Wanqing's voice was muffled, carrying a hint of embarrassment and stubbornness: "I'll help you."

Mo Ye took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly with suppressed emotion: "Then let's do it together."

After saying that, he lowered his head.

He Wanqing's body froze instantly, as if she were frozen in ice.

Her head snapped up, and her back arched like a fully drawn bow.

Mo Ye's lips parted, and he chuckled softly, a hint of mischief and understanding in his voice: "Wanqing, you're really sensitive."

He Wanqing turned to look at him, feeling that this position was too shameful, like a turtle being turned over to sunbathe.

Her face burned as if it had been on fire, and her voice was urgent and shy, with a hint of pleading at the end: "Let's finish this quickly."

Mo Ye nodded.

After a while, it ended with He Wanqing's exclamation of "Ah!"

He Wanqing felt that she...

Her mind went blank. She felt like vomiting and tried to turn over, but found that she had no strength left in her body, as if all her bones had been removed.

She turned to look at Mo Ye, her eyes glistening with tears, her gaze both resentful and reproachful, as if saying, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Mo Ye instantly understood what she meant, immediately got up, picked her up in his arms, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

He Wanqing leaned over the sink, gagged a few times, her stomach churning, and then vomited it all up.

She looked up at herself in the mirror—her lips were swollen and red, her cheeks were flushed, and there were still tear stains at the corners of her eyes.

She turned and glared at Mo Ye, her voice both angry and anxious, like a cat that had been provoked: "Why didn't you say so beforehand!"

Mo Ye stood behind her, his hands on her shoulders, his expression as innocent as a wronged dog: "Wasn't I serving you?"

He Wanqing's face flushed even more, and her voice rose several octaves: "Then you could have stopped and told me!"

Mo Ye looked at her innocently, his clear eyes filled with "I'm innocent":

"Didn't you say you wanted that? You told me to speed things up and not stop."

He Wanqing thought back for a moment and realized that it seemed to be what she had said.

Her face turned even redder, so red it looked like it was about to bleed.

She quickly turned on the tap, dipped a towel in water, and carefully wiped her face, leaving no inch untouched—her forehead, bridge of her nose, cheeks, and chin.

She looked in the mirror several times to make sure there was no residue, but she still felt uneasy.

She draped the towel back on the rack and said in a muffled voice, "I want to take a shower."

Mo Ye knew he had indeed been unfair this time, so he nodded and softened his voice: "I'll go with you."

He Wanqing glared at him, her eyes filled with resentment and reproach, tinged with a hint of coquettishness: "It's all your fault."