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

The thought startled her, and she was immediately overwhelmed with intense self-loathing.

He Wanqing! Are you crazy?! How can you act like a... perverted freak! Sneaking around like this, what kind of behavior is this!

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to dispel this absurd impulse.

However, the body is more honest than the mind.

She glanced at the sleeping Tongtong as if she were a thief.

The little one was sleeping on his back, his mouth slightly open, with a strand of drool hanging quietly from the corner of his lips.

He Wanqing carefully and gently took her daughter out of Mo Ye's arms and moved her to the inside of the bed so that she could continue sleeping while hugging her rabbit doll.

"From now on, go hug your own husband."

He Wanqing whispered to her sleeping daughter, "Now, your father is mine."

After doing all this, she felt as if she had accomplished something great. She took a deep breath, held it, and quietly, little by little, moved into Mo Ye's arms, taking the place where Tong Tong had been.

When her back pressed against his warm chest, and when his arm unconsciously wrapped around her waist, He Wanqing sighed contentedly and silently.

She leaned her small nose forward and gently sniffed the clean, pleasant scent from the crook of his neck.

Yes, this is the comforting taste.

She snuggled gently against him again, feeling the solid, warm embrace he gave her.

Hmm~.

It's that feeling that makes your soul feel relaxed and at ease.

However, the next second, He Wanqing froze abruptly, feeling ashamed of her series of almost perverted actions.

She silently berated herself in her heart: He Wanqing! What are you doing?! You're acting like a pervert!

If Mo Ye were awake right now and saw her conflicted expression of both infatuation and self-loathing, he probably wouldn't be able to help but burst out laughing.

Then he might lean close to her ear and say in a voice that sends chills down her spine, "Wow...you're so perverted...but I love it..."

Unfortunately, Mo Ye was fast asleep.

He Wanqing blushed and buried herself deeper into his arms, feeling the addictive warmth and security, and forced herself to close her eyes.

The next morning.

Mo Ye woke up on time thanks to his biological clock.

Before I was fully conscious, the first thing I felt was a clear numbness in my right arm—as if a thousand-pound weight had been pressing down on me all night.

He groggily thought: When did Tongtong get so heavy? She didn't eat much last night...

He struggled to open his sleepy eyes, wondering if the little guy had once again pressed his entire chubby body against his arm.

However, what first caught his eye was the thick, slightly wavy long hair scattered around his pillow, like seaweed, and a serene and beautiful sleeping face so close to his—He Wanqing was sleeping soundly, her head resting on his arm, facing him.

Her long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under her eyes, her breathing was light and even, her red lips were slightly pursed, and she looked incredibly soft and unguarded.

Mo Ye: "???"

The drowsiness in his mind vanished instantly.

What's going on?

Why is it like this again?

He remembered that last night before going to sleep, He Wanqing was sleeping with her back to him, and Tongtong was in his arms.

Now, Tongtong is sleeping on the innermost side of the big bed with her little bottom sticking out, like a little frog, while He Wanqing occupies half of his embrace.

Is she really that restless in her sleep?

Do you like to roll around everywhere?

Mo Ye tried carefully, without waking her, to pull his numb arm out from under her head.

His movements were extremely light and slow, as if he were dismantling a precision bomb.

However, He Wanqing seemed to be startled by this subtle movement.

She made a muffled "hmm" sound, her delicate brows furrowing slightly, showing no signs of relaxing, but rather like a little white rabbit chasing after a heat source.

She burrowed her head deeper into the crook of his neck, her entire upper body almost pressed against his chest, seeking a more comfortable position.

Mo Ye froze, no longer daring to move.

With a warm, soft body in my arms, my morning physiological responses, already heightened, were even more acute at this moment.

He could clearly feel the soft curves of her body, and his breath was filled with the fragrance of her hair.

This is simply...sweet torture!

He remained still for a few minutes, feeling that if this continued, he might really lose control or his arm might be completely ruined.

So he mustered his courage again and used the gentlest and firmest force he had ever used to slowly and carefully free the poor arm.

In the moment of liberation, he almost burst into tears of joy.

She quickly tiptoed out of bed, rushed into the bathroom, and splashed cold water on her face several times, trying to extinguish the heat and some overly active thoughts that shouldn't have arisen in the early morning.

Cool water droplets slid down his angular jawline.

He looked at his slightly reddened ears and somewhat disheveled face in the mirror and shook his head helplessly.

If this continues, I'll get really mentally exhausted... The key is, it's too tempting, and the challenge is too great.

And at this moment, on the big bed.

He Wanqing was already half asleep when Mo Ye gently withdrew.

After he left the room, she slowly opened one eye when she heard the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom. Her eyes were clear and bright, showing no sign of sleepiness.

Listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, feeling the empty space beside her and the lingering warmth of his body, she raised her hand to gently cover her slightly flushed cheeks, silently lamenting in her heart:

He Wanqing, He Wanqing... why did you oversleep again...?

It's not that I get up late, it's that I "wake up" late.

They missed the chance to "restore things to normal" before he woke up.

She buried her face in the pillow that still carried his scent, but a small, sweet yet slightly annoyed smile involuntarily curved her lips.

The morning sunlight streamed through the restaurant's floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm golden glow on the gleaming tabletops.

The air was filled with the aroma of millet porridge and the smoky fragrance of fried eggs.

Tongtong was "pulled" out of bed by Moye. After washing up, she was sitting in her special high chair, still sleepy, her little head nodding like a chick pecking at rice.

She sipped the perfectly warm porridge from her bowl, looking both obedient and a little dazed.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

For some reason, the little guy suddenly remembered the "grand" wish he had before going to bed last night.

She swallowed a mouthful of porridge, raised her head, her big eyes darting between Mo Ye and He Wanqing, before speaking in a childish, expectant voice:

"Dad, Mom, when are you going to have a younger brother or sister for Tongtong? Tongtong wants a younger brother or sister~ Six of them!"

That way we'll have seven of us, and we can fight the bad guys like the Calabash Brothers!

Mo Ye was drinking porridge when he heard this and paused, almost choking.

He subconsciously glanced at He Wanqing across from him, his inner monologue racing:

My darling daughter, Daddy misses her too!

I dream about it!

But can Dad make this decision alone? Your mom needs to agree...