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

Summer night dreams can sometimes be deceiving.

In her sleep, Tongtong felt herself taking little steps and running to the familiar toilet with its nightlight on.

She dazedly took off her little pants, her chubby face scrunched up from her "effort," her little eyebrows furrowed, and her cheeks flushed red.

"Um……"

Then, she opened her eyes with a gurgling sound.

Consciousness slowly rose from the edge of the warm dream, and the first feeling was... something was wrong with what was happening below.

It wasn't the dry, soft feel of the sheets, but rather a warm, slightly damp, and sticky sensation.

The sensation quickly dispelled her drowsiness, jolting her awake completely.

Her little hand instinctively touched the hem of her nightgown—it was wet.

Touch the sheets again—they're damp and cold.

It's all over...it's all over!

Tongtong froze instantly, her large, dark eyes filled with terror.

Memories were like tiny hammers pounding on her little head:

Last time I wet the bed, my mom found out and gave my little bottom three good whacks, which stung for a long time.

The time before last, I didn't escape it either; I got hit twice and made to stand in the corner for ten minutes...

I'm not wearing a nightgown today!

Because she played too wildly last night, she fell asleep on the sofa. When her dad carried her back to bed, her mom probably saw that she was sleeping soundly and didn't have the heart to wake her up to change her clothes.

She's still wearing the same light yellow tulle dress she wore during the day!

What should I do? What should I do?

I'm going to get a spanking from Mom again!

A huge sense of panic and shame overwhelmed the little girl.

Frustrated, she grabbed the plush rabbit that kept her company while she slept by her bedside and tugged hard at its long ears, her little face scrunched up as if she could pull away her troubles that way.

This is driving the child crazy...

Mom absolutely must not find out!

This was the only, unwavering thought in Tongtong's mind at that moment: she couldn't just sit and wait for death!

She sat up quietly and, using the dim light filtering through the curtains, looked at her sleeping parents beside her.

Dad was lying on his back, breathing steadily.

His mother lay on her side, facing him, her sleeping face serene.

The two were standing very close together.

A brilliant idea, imbued with a child's unique logic, took shape in Tongtong's little head.

She first cautiously glanced at her sleeping parents beside her.

The two of them had gone to bed a little late last night and were still enjoying their weekend nap, showing no signs of waking up.

She carefully, like a little hamster moving its nest, gradually separated her parents from each other, creating a gap.

A few minutes later, she tiptoed off the bed, her bare feet touching the cold floor, and staggered out of the bedroom.

The living room was quiet.

Tongtong had a clear goal and headed straight for the restaurant.

She remembered there was a white water jug ​​there, in which her father would usually pour cooled boiled water.

She laboriously tiptoed, grabbed the round belly of the water jug ​​with both hands, and slowly "pulled" it off the dining table.

The kettle was heavier than she had imagined, and it was still more than half full of water.

"Heave-ho...heave-ho..." Like a squirrel carrying nuts, she tightly hugged the water bottle that was almost as tall as her upper body and walked back unsteadily.

The short corridor was a thrilling journey; the water in the kettle splashed with each step, and she almost dropped it several times.

Finally moved back to the bedside, an even bigger challenge arose—how to get the kettle onto the bed?

Tongtong first put the water bottle on the ground, then climbed up the edge of the bed using both her hands and feet. She then lay down, stretched out her little arms, and used all her strength to drag the heavy water bottle upwards little by little.

Her face turned bright red again, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

With a muffled thud, the kettle finally made its way onto the soft bed.

Standing beside the "crime scene," looking at the dark stain beneath her mother's body that resembled the same color as her own skirt, Tongtong took a deep breath, her face showing a resolute determination.

She unscrewed the kettle lid and lifted it up forcefully with both hands—

Without hesitation, he poured the water from the kettle onto the bed sheet covering He Wanqing's waist and hips with a "splash"!

The thin sheets and pajamas were soaked with cold water. He Wanqing, fast asleep, frowned in her dream, mumbled an "hmm," and shifted uncomfortably, turning over.

"!!!"

Tongtong was so startled that she almost dropped the kettle and smashed it!

She clung tightly to the kettle, her heart pounding as if it would burst out of her chest, her face pale with fright.

After waiting a few seconds and seeing that her mother had only turned over and had not woken up, Tongtong let out a long, silent sigh of relief and wiped the non-existent cold sweat from her forehead with her chubby little hands.

"That scared the kid to death..." she muttered, still shaken.

Looking at the "map" beneath her mother that had expanded and darkened in color due to watering.

Tongtong looked at her equally wet dress again and thought that the "evidence" should be... well covered up, right?

It's all wet anyway!

Clutching the empty kettle, she carefully climbed off the bed again, put the kettle back in its place, and then slipped out of the master bedroom without looking back, as if fleeing a crime scene.

The summer sun was already warm at around 7 a.m.

Tongtong ran into the courtyard at a little past seven in the morning. The summer sun was already quite warm, illuminating the courtyard.

Tongtong chose a stone stool that was slightly warm from the sun and sat down on it without hesitation, even using her wet skirt as a cushion.

Yes, the sun is amazing, it will dry the skirt in no time!

Once it's dried, the evidence is gone!

She felt a little proud of her cleverness, sat comfortably on the stone stool, swung her short legs, and began to "incubate" her skirt, while also... sunbathing her still slightly cool little bottom.

"So... Mom shouldn't find out, right?" she thought uncertainly, her little feet swinging unconsciously.

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At 8:30 a.m., Mo Ye finally woke up naturally from her weekend nap.

He instinctively reached out to grab something to the side, but found nothing.

The warm, soft beauty in his arms was gone.

He opened his eyes, looked at the empty seat beside him, and a strange feeling of...uncomfort swept through his heart.

During this period, He Wanqing would be in his arms almost every time he woke up, which had become a fixed routine every morning.

The emptiness in his arms today made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Mo Ye didn't think much of it and didn't notice that the small bulge that should have been on the other side of the bed was gone.

He yawned, slipped on his slippers, and went downstairs, ready to start a new day.

He walked to the villa entrance, pushed open the glass door, and was greeted by the fresh morning air carrying the scent of plants.

He took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and savored the tranquility and sunshine of the weekend morning.

Then, his gaze casually swept across the courtyard—

The image was frozen on the small figure sitting on the stone stool, her back to him, swinging her legs, wearing a skirt with a small wet patch.

Mo Ye: "…………"