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

He Wanqing was completely unaware of how "explicit" her expression was.

She blinked, and even unconsciously raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth—even though there was no saliva there.

Her gaze was fixed on Mo Ye's abdominal muscles, moving with the rise and fall of his muscles as he breathed.

The white, sweat-dampened fabric clung to his skin, clearly revealing the outline of his abdominal muscles, the sweat shimmering under the light.

Mo Ye was stunned for a moment, then understood what was going on.

He looked down at his stomach, then looked up at He Wanqing's "ravenous" expression, and couldn't help but laugh.

So... she likes this?

It seems all those years of fitness training haven't been in vain.

Mo Ye lowered his robe and walked towards her. As he drew closer...

He Wanqing's gaze followed him until he stopped in front of her.

"Have you seen enough?" Mo Ye's voice was tinged with laughter, a little lower than usual, and he was slightly out of breath from exercising.

He Wanqing tilted her head back, her gaze still fixed. She heard Mo Ye speak, blinked a beat late, and then—

She nodded.

They were very careful with their orders.

Mo Ye chuckled. He hadn't expected the usually aloof and dignified CEO He to be like this when drunk.

He deliberately lifted his shirt to reveal his abs, his voice teasing: "Want to... touch them?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly.

Almost without hesitation, she reached out and cautiously, tentatively, touched Mo Ye's abdomen with her fingertips.

It feels firm and warm to the touch, damp with sweat after exercise and full of vitality.

Her fingers gently traced the grooves of her abdominal muscles, as if confirming the authenticity of some rare item.

Then, she muttered softly, her tone tinged with grievance and confusion:

"How come... I didn't notice when I was sleeping with it before...?"

They sleep together every night, so how come she never noticed that her little man has such a great physique?

Mo Ye was amused by her pitiful tone. He looked down at He Wanqing—

She was intently studying his abs, her brows slightly furrowed and her red lips pursed.

But those eyes clearly showed the excitement of "making a fortune".

Just then, He Wanqing suddenly raised her head.

As if she had made up her mind, she suddenly reached out, grabbed Mo Ye's collar, and pulled him down forcefully—

Mo Ye was caught off guard and was pulled down so that his face was almost touching hers.

"You..." He Wanqing's voice was much softer than usual, with a gentle warmth after drinking, but her tone was unusually serious, "You can only be mine."

She stared into Mo Ye's eyes and said, word by word:

"If other women try to seduce you... you can't pay them any attention... understand?"

Mo Ye's heart melted at the sight of her domineering yet adorable demeanor.

He nodded, his voice gentle: "Okay, I'm yours."

He Wanqing was satisfied when she saw that he agreed and then let go of his hand.

But the next second, she was caught in a new dilemma.

Mo Ye's face was too close to hers.

She was so close that she could see the curve of his eyelashes, feel his warm breath, and smell the refreshing scent of his body mixed with sweat and shower gel.

He Wanqing's mind began to wander uncontrollably.

【Ahhhh, why is he so close?!】

How can I resist... I really want to kiss him...

【No, no! He Wanqing, wake up! You're playing the aloof persona! Aloof!】

But... just for a moment... it should be okay, right?

No! Hold back!

The two inner demons were fighting fiercely, which manifested outwardly as He Wanqing pulling and pushing Mo Ye—

She suddenly grabbed his collar again, pulled him closer, and then, just as their lips were about to touch, pushed him away forcefully as if she had been burned.

After pushing him away, seeing his confused expression, I felt reluctant and pulled him back...

This process was repeated over and over.

Mo Ye: "…………"

He watched, both amused and exasperated, as He Wanqing treated him like a toy, pulling and pushing him around, finally realizing—she really was drunk.

"Wanqing," he said, supporting her shoulders to steady her, "how much did you drink?"

He Wanqing did not answer this question.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, her eyes shining brightly as she looked at Mo Ye, her voice trembling slightly with nervousness:

"I...I want to pursue you."

Mo Ye was taken aback.

He Wanqing continued, her speech becoming faster and faster, as if afraid she would regret it:

"I want to be your... your real girlfriend..."

After she finished speaking, her face was flushed red, but she still looked at him stubbornly, waiting for a response.

Mo Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He opened his mouth, about to say something—

"vomit……"

Mo Ye was startled and instinctively dodged to the side.

He Wanqing leaned against the wall and dry heaved a few times, but didn't vomit anything. However, the effects of the alcohol seemed to have dissipated somewhat.

Mo Ye then realized that she seemed to have said something important.

—"I want to pursue you."

"I want to be...your...girlfriend..."

Before I could finish speaking, I was interrupted by the urge to vomit.

Mo Ye's heart skipped a beat.

He helped He Wanqing to lean on his shoulder, his voice softening unconsciously:

"Feeling nauseous? You can't drink so much alcohol in the future! Would you like some water?"

He Wanqing shook her head, leaning softly against him, and muttered softly, "I...I just wanted to muster up some courage..."

Her voice carried a hint of grievance, like a child's.

Mo Ye couldn't help but laugh.

He put his arm around her waist and half-carried, half-helped her downstairs.

"Next time you want to muster up courage, you don't need to drink," he whispered in her ear. "Just tell me directly."

He Wanqing leaned on his shoulder, and asked groggily, "Tell you... what?"

"Tell me," Mo Ye paused, his voice as gentle as moonlight in the night, "that you like me too."

He Wanqing did not answer.

She had already fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder.

Her breathing was even, her cheeks were rosy, and she slept peacefully.

Mo Ye looked down at her, a deep smile spreading across his eyes.

He carefully picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

Morning light filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow in the bedroom.

Mo Ye woke up very early. As he opened his eyes, the morning light fell precisely on his eyelashes, casting a small shadow beneath his eyes. He turned his head slightly to look at the person in his arms—

He Wanqing was still fast asleep.

She was fast asleep, her long hair spread out on the pillow, with a few strands clinging to her fair cheeks.

The morning light outlined the delicate contours of her face, and her eyelashes cast soft shadows under her eyes.

Her breathing was even and deep, and she curled up in his arms like a cat that had found its home.

Mo Ye didn't move, he just watched her quietly.

How much of the confession he made while drunk last night does she remember?

Just then, the person in my arms stirred.

He Wanqing frowned, as if the morning light had disturbed her sleep.

She unconsciously snuggled closer to Mo Ye, then her eyelashes fluttered slightly as she slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, still hazy and moist from just waking up, blinked, her gaze gradually focusing as she met Mo Ye's gentle eyes.

The next second, the memory returned.

He Wanqing froze.

Drinking... leads to trouble...

.......