After cleaning up the dishes, I turned off the living room chandelier, gazed at the light coming from my mother’s bedroom for a while, and then went back to my own room.

After taking a hot shower, I wrapped myself in a towel and sat down at my desk.

I spent the two days at home over the weekend, but I didn’t write a single word. I was constantly juggling relationships with four women: my mother, my sister, Chen Xiao, and Song Yu.

However, the achievements made in the past two days have been quite good. He has clarified and established a relationship with his sister, his relationship with Song Yu has become ambiguous again, and his relationship with his mother has also made some progress, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, creating ripples.

The homework for senior high school students mostly consists of test papers, and sometimes the test papers and homework can even be piled up into a book.

I took out seven or eight English test papers first. If I didn’t finish Chu Ning’s homework first, I didn’t know how she would scold me when I got to school tomorrow.

The questions on the exam paper are not difficult, but they are complicated and involve many steps, which makes you spend a lot of time on them.

As an hour passed by in a flash, I reluctantly took out my phone and started scanning the questions, mimicking my sister’s actions.

There’s no way around it; if I keep writing at this pace, it’ll probably take until dawn to finish these dozens of exam papers.

Just as I was writing furiously, there was a knock at the door: “Yuan’er, may Mom come in?”

“Mom, the door isn’t locked, please come in.”

The words had barely left her lips when her mother pushed open the bedroom door.

Looking at my mother at the door, I was momentarily stunned, and my expression froze for a moment.

My mother pushed open the door and came in, and to my surprise, she was only wrapped in a bath towel.

Under the light, Mom’s skin shimmered with an alluring white glow, smooth and delicate like a pearl. Her snow-white skin made even the white bath towel appear somewhat dull.

The bath towel clung tightly to Mom’s body, outlining her curvaceous figure and making her voluptuous body appear even more alluring and seductive under the towel.

Her long, dark hair was damp and soft, casually draped over her shoulders and down to her waist, with water droplets still dripping from the ends.

Looking at my mother, she seemed to have just come out of the bath, and at this moment she was like a lotus flower emerging from the water.

The bath towel was wrapped around her chest, revealing her delicate collarbone. Her high breasts supported the towel, making her swan-like neck appear even longer and more graceful.

The towel hem just reached the middle of my mother’s thighs, and from there, her two long, dazzling legs, like jade pillars, were exposed in front of me.

My mother seemed oblivious to my stunned gaze, and walked straight towards me, asking, “Studying, are you?”

I quickly shook my head to calm myself, and awkwardly looked away from my mother: “Yes, I haven’t done my homework this weekend.”

As her mother walked, the bath towel swayed gently with her steps, like a blooming white lotus.

My mother’s every step was so elegant and captivating, making me unable to look away. She drew my gaze back from the side and fixed it on her, making it impossible for me to look away.

“It’s okay, you can keep writing.”

My mother stood beside me, her long, narrow phoenix eyes scanning the homework on my desk.

The scent of the shower gel mixed with my mother’s unique fragrance, like orchids and musk, wafted from her, making me restless.

I kept swallowing, my eyes constantly glancing at my mother beside me. Seeing that she was standing next to me and showed no sign of leaving, I couldn’t help but ask, “Mom, is something the matter?”

“oh.”

Mom brushed a strand of hair behind her ear: “When I was taking a shower just now, the hot water suddenly ran out, so I was thinking of taking a shower here.”

“Is the water heater broken? I’ll go take a look.”

I was just about to get up when my mother pressed down on my shoulder and said softly, “No need, you study hard. I’ll just use the bathroom and then leave.”

“Okay then.”

Without thinking much about it, I obediently sat down again.

My mother turned and went into the bathroom. Listening to the sound of water coming from inside, and staring at the homework on my desk, I couldn’t concentrate on reading a single word.

“well.”

I closed the book and sighed softly. My mother’s slender figure, wrapped in a bath towel, kept flashing through my mind.

With Mom coming this time, I can forget about finishing the rest of my homework.

Gazing at the bright moon and the brightly lit high-rise buildings outside the window, I always find myself inexplicably staring at the bathroom door, as if by staring at it so intently I can see through it and see my mother taking a bath inside.

Sitting at the table, I was feeling rather bored. Before I knew it, I had walked to my mother’s bedroom door and entered the bathroom.

Because my mother had just taken a shower, the bathroom was still filled with steam. I glanced at the water heater, which showed the normal temperature.

Is there something wrong with the displayed temperature?

I turned on the showerhead, and as the warm water droplets fell, my body stiffened slightly.

Feeling the hot water flowing over my palm, I incredulously turned the shower head to the highest setting. Immediately, my palm was scalding hot, so hot that the back of my hand turned slightly red.

I stared blankly at my wet palms, then glanced at the temperature displayed on the water heater, unable to believe what I was seeing.

There was clearly hot water in the water heater, even some that was scalding hot, so why did Mom say there was no hot water in the water heater?

My mind went blank for a moment, like an explosion, leaving me completely confused.

Mom, why did you say that? Why did you lie to me like that?

Recalling my mother’s gesture of pressing her hand on my shoulder to prevent me from checking the water heater in her bathroom, I suddenly became excited, so excited that my body even went slightly numb, and my hands and feet were a little out of control.

Why would Mom tell such a lie? Why would she deliberately deceive me? And why would she come to my bathroom to shower wearing only a towel?

Recalling my mother’s actions over the past two days—her sudden check-in at school, her probing of Chu Ning, her jealousy of Song Yu, and her wariness of my relationship with my sister…

My mother’s reactions to me these past two days have clearly exceeded the typical range of a mother’s concern for her son…

Could it be that my mother really “likes” me, just as I think?

Thinking about this, my mouth went dry, and filled with barely suppressed excitement and unbelievable, crazy thoughts, I quietly left my mother’s room…

When I got to the living room, I poured myself a glass of cold water and drank it all in one gulp. The ice water slid down my throat and relieved the dryness in my mouth.

It took me a long time to calm my turbulent emotions before I finally returned to my room.

Pushing open the bedroom door, I saw that my mother had just finished taking a shower. She was still wrapped in that bath towel, and her pair of long, snow-white legs stretched out from under the towel, slender calves and rounded thighs. Her beautiful white legs were so dazzling that I couldn’t take my eyes off them.

My mother sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, holding my towel in her hand, and tilting her head to dry her wet long hair.

My mother’s phoenix eyes swept over me, giving me a once-over, and her sexy red lips parted slightly: “Where have you been?”

I tried to make my tone and expression sound natural: “I went to the living room to get a glass of water.”

Mom nodded gently and beckoned to me: “Come here and blow-dry Mom’s hair.”

“good.”

I agreed, went to my mother’s side, took the towel from her hand, and gently wiped away the water droplets clinging to my hair.

Only when the water droplets were no longer visible did I take the hairdryer and dry my mother’s beautiful hair.

My fingers ran through my mother’s hair, combing her long, flowing locks like a comb, and I asked her tenderly, “Mom, is it hot?”

Mom responded softly, “It’s not hot, it’s just right.”

As I blew on my mother’s long hair, I admired her exposed snow-white back and jade-like neck. They were truly graceful and elegant, as delicate and beautiful as jade, like the most perfect and precious porcelain in the world.

Perhaps if I were to kiss her now and lick the skin on her back with the tip of my tongue, she probably wouldn’t refuse.

The more I thought about it, the hotter I felt, and the crazier my ideas became.

I even had an urge to pull open my mother’s bath towel and kiss and lick every inch of her skin.

However, my mother’s intentions were unclear, and I had no idea what she was really thinking.

Don’t act impulsively…

Don’t be impatient…

It’s too early to say now.

I carefully dried every strand of my mother’s hair, then applied hair oil to it. I took the wooden comb from the table and combed her long hair.

My mother’s hair was already smooth and shiny, but after applying the hair oil, it became even more lustrous.

I gently brushed aside the stray hairs on my mother’s forehead and used a comb to gently comb from the roots to the ends. Every time the comb teeth glided across my mother’s hair, the touch was just like caressing my mother’s skin. I could even feel the warmth and smoothness of my mother’s body.

My mother gently closed her beautiful eyes, enjoying my service.

At this moment, time seemed to flow slowly and endlessly. It seemed that only my son and I remained in the entire world. The atmosphere was peaceful and warm, and we were enveloped by an indescribable feeling of comfort.

Combing a woman’s hair is not a simple matter, but a symbol of romance. It is known that only a husband is allowed to comb his wife’s hair.

Holding hands and combing each other’s hair, their deep affection lingered, yet strands of hair remained, intertwined with their past love.

As my fingers twirled through my mother’s hair, a sense of peace and tranquility filled my heart, as if I were truly combing my wife’s hair.

Looking at my mother’s flawless and beautiful face, I quietly said in my heart, “Mom, will you be my wife?”

At this moment, I wished time could stand still forever.