Chapter 12 Playing Hard to Get: Deliberately Being Cold to Mother

The moment my mother and I walked out of the kitchen side by side, the strong, almost overwhelming smell of heather mixed with her mature, feminine, milky scent, creating an extremely aggressive aphrodisiac.

My mother’s once dignified and beautiful face still had a lingering flush, her hair was slightly disheveled and stuck to her wet temples, and there were even a few suspicious wet stains on the bottom edge of her gray cotton T-shirt.

Before we could even process our own emotions, a piercing wail from the living room shattered the awkward silence.

Uncle Lin was hunched over, his hands…