r mind racing trying to figure out what else she should ask. But for a moment, she didn't know where to begin. When it came to finance, she wasn't very knowledgeable. For so many years, she had settl...To the eyes of this father and son, Lin Meng’s appearance was truly stunning. (..tw no pop-up ads) Her light blue shirt, although loose, only served to highlight her slender figure. She looked exceptionally petite, giving one a strong urge to hold her tightly in their arms and protect her. Though the shirt was large, it wasn't so big that it enveloped her entirely. The hemline only reached just below her buttocks, revealing a sliver of her peach-colored pajamas. The thin layer was like silk, and beneath it were two white legs that were smooth and soft, radiating a gentle light, as if they had been meticulously carved from jade, incredibly captivating.

The little boy opened his mouth wide in exaggerated surprise, staring at his mommy with disheveled hair who was walking towards him slowly. He almost looked dumbfounded. When Lin Meng walked closer, she chuckled and playfully touched his face, asking, "What are you thinking about", The little boy only then came to his senses, blushing slightly and mumbled, "Mommy is so beautiful!"

Lin Meng chuckled softly, two blushes appearing on her cheeks.

"Our Youyou is handsome too!" he replied to the little boy.

The little guy giggled, then excitedly exclaimed, "Mommy, I'll help you comb your hair, me! Me!"

Then he hastily snatched the towel from Lin Meng's hand, knelt down himself, stuck his little butt up in the air, and started happily getting to work. His expression was incredibly satisfied, almost making people laugh out loud. They began to wonder if he had a natural inclination towards doing this sort of thing.

Rong Ling recalled the first time he saw the little guy. The little guy was also vying to wipe his head for him and whispered that he was good at it, often wiping his mother's head. It seems what he said is true!

Rong Ling walked over and, with a playful grin, tugged at the hem of Lin Meng's shirt, lifting it slightly. Lin Meng blushed and gently grasped Rong Ling's hand, whispering, "Don't move!"

Spring is easily apparent!

A piercing gaze landed directly on Lin Meng. Rong Ling's eyes, at this moment, seemed to turn pitch black.

Lin Meng inexplicably felt her ears heat up, so her charming eyelashes fluttered slightly before drooping again, partially covering her eyes. ( ..tw ) At the same time, she subconsciously pulled her thighs together, aligning them ever so slightly.

Rong Ling's eyes began to burn slightly, his gaze sweeping across her fair thighs before he looked away.

"You like wearing my clothes this much!" he teased softly, a wicked smile playing on his sexy lips.

She immediately felt her face burning. Glaring at him, she gave him a warning look.

It's not his fault! He bought her clothes like this again!

The curve of his lips rose even higher, and he stretched out his big hand, grasping her small one. He gently played with it. His palm was thick and warm, radiating a comforting heat, but it also felt electric, like a shock coursing through her. Wherever his touch landed, she felt a faint tingling sensation, a prickle that left her pleasantly numb. Her hand instantly softened, becoming as pliable as glutinous rice cake, and took on a delicate peach-like blush.

"You look great in this outfit!"

He suddenly said that.

She was flattered and blushed a little, looking at him somewhat embarrassedly.

He's telling the truth!

This was the first time, his own close-fitting shirt, worn on a woman's body, it looked beautiful, but more importantly - sexy! She walked out of the bathroom and the moment she fell into his eyes, his body tensed. This woman seemed to be full of temptation all over her body, making him feel a little unbearable. He never thought that just his own clothes on her body could have such a magical power, as if he had already wrapped her up, as if her delicate body had completely fallen into his arms, close enough that with each breath, he could smell her fragrance!

If it weren't for the little one in the room, he would have stripped her bare and then put on her clothes himself!

Thinking like this, the strength in his hand grew heavier, and his palm seemed to burn as well. She looked up and inadvertently met his gaze. Startled by that familiar darkness within his eyes, her pupils shifted slightly, she quickly averted her gaze, struggling with her small hand to break free from his grip. He held on tight, and she blushed, lowering her head without saying another word, silently following him.

Just like a little daughter-in-law!

On his head, the little fellow was still as busy as a little bee, diligently back and forth wiping, not noticing at all the ambiguous undercurrent of emotion between his parents.

However, the young boy's childish voice still dispelled much of that ambiguous flirtation.

"Mommy, did Youyou do a good job!" The little one wanted a reward.

"Good," she said, her praise was generous.

The little fellow smiled proudly. He knelt down beside Lin Meng and slowly started combing his hair.

"Mommy, tell Yuyu a story!" The little one loves to hear stories.

Lin Meng pondered for a moment, mentally replaying the story in her mind before she began to tell it slowly. Her voice was soft, like the gentle gurgling of mountain stream water, or like the soft breeze rustling through treetops. Listening to her was easy on the ears and made one feel drowsy.

The little guy listened quietly, and gradually, his movements slowed down. Then his eyelids drooped slightly. He had played too much today, he was tired, and it was time for bed. Now that the familiar storytelling tone rose, he should be sleepy. Rong Ling saw this, stretched out his long arm, and hugged the little guy into his arms, with the other hand, reaching to take the towel from his hand. The little guy was immediately awakened, with a drowsy "Hmm" He stretched, letting out a soft hum, just like his mommy. Rong Ling's eyes became even softer.

"

Go to sleep, I'll comb your hair!

"

"Mommy, hug me!"

The little fellow instinctively went to seek Lin Meng's embrace, wriggling out of Cong Rongling's arms and crawling towards Lin Meng's chest. Lin Meng reached out and hugged the little fellow, holding him close. The little fellow let out a tiny yawn and closed his eyes.

"Mommy, I want to hear another story…"

"Good," Lin Meng softly replied, continuing to speak. The little kid huddled up like a meatball, tucking its head under Lin Meng's chest and quietly snuggling there.

Rong Ling gently rubbed Lin Meng's silky hair with a towel, slowly drying the water from it. The little one had already fallen asleep quietly by then.

"Asleep!" Rong Ling put down his towel and asked in a low voice.

"Hmm," Lin Meng softly replied, slightly shifting her body and holding the little one closer as she walked towards the headboard. After laying the little one down, she bent over and pulled the blanket over them, gently covering them up. She naturally couldn't see that as she half-carried and half-dragged the little one to the headboard, her wide shirt collar was slightly pulled upwards with her movements. This caused it to climb onto her slightly raised buttocks, and due to gravity and the difference in their waistlines, the hem naturally slid down a few inches towards her waist. Thus, revealing the peach-colored sleepwear underneath, along with the slightly darker colored underwear.

Between the white jade legs was nestled a vibrant peach-red, too sexy, making one's breath quicken.

She was oblivious, while he remained composed, his gaze languid yet with a hint of burning intensity as he took in the beauty before him.

She settled the little guy, turned back to him with a smile. It was gentle, but still captivatingly beautiful.

"Let's go to sleep!"

"Good!" he replied, his voice hoarse.

The tone was not unfamiliar to her; she often heard it when he pinned her down during exercise. So she froze for a moment. Then, she watched as the man approached with an extremely aggressive air. His tall frame towered over her like a mountain, and then he picked her up and held her in his arms.

His large hand gripped her tightly. As their bodies pressed together, she felt a familiar heat wash over her, causing her face and entire body to flush slightly.

"Little one, now it's your turn to keep me company!"

He suggestively nibbled on her ear.

She lowered her head, licked her suddenly dry lips lightly, and hummed softly.

Such gentleness, it drove him mad!

His eyes flashed with a terrifying darkness, and he suddenly scooped her up in his arms, striding out. As they entered the bedroom, he was rough; kicking the door open before slamming it shut behind them. He set her down impatiently on the doorframe, pressing her against it. With a click, the door closed, trapping them inside, and his burning, heavy kiss descended upon her.

The buttons on his shirt were a bit fussy, he could bear with it at first, painstakingly unbuttoning one by one. But after the second button, he grew impatient and simply ripped them open with brute force. A crisp "ripping" sound started to play, the precious hand-crafted buttons began to jump around everywhere. She was dizzy from the kiss and thought, this man is really destructive. But soon, she had no energy left to think about anything else, the man's large palm began to travel along her curves, fanning the flames everywhere.

"This clothes suits you!"

The man seductively nibbled on her ear, then began kissing along her smooth neck, all the way down to where he held a tender touch through her pajamas.

She whimpered softly, her body flinching sensitively, her slender hand gripping his bare back with an urgency that left several red marks.

He had kissed enough, teased enough; he felt the pajamas were starting to feel like an obstacle. But he couldn't bear to rip the loose shirt from her body. He found it too alluring, this woman draped in his clothes, being cherished by him. It was more captivating than any fairy. It fueled his desire, making him want to ravish the little sprite beneath him!

So, another "snap"!

The clothes were ripped, and Lin Mo exclaimed in surprise, heartbroken!

"This clothes is expensive!"

This vandal is such a waste of money! He even wears down the clothes I just bought!

She lightly punched his shoulder in protest and displeasure.

He burrowed into her soft, creamy chest, his voice muffled as he replied, "I'll buy it for you tomorrow!"

"No, that's not right!" she protested, but her words faltered as the man's large hand reached between her legs.

“You… you stop tearing!” That was the last rationally spoken sentence she could utter before this man pressed her against the door frame, violating her with a brutality that sent chills down her spine.

Then, things began to get absurd....t time and by not leaving with her. However, this shouldn't cause her to completely give up the love she had fought so hard to win back and the marriage she had built. Even if they had reached the mos...