Chapter 31: Mother's Sexual Physiology Lesson

Sunlight streamed into the bedroom through the thin beige curtains, and the air still carried the ambiguous scent of their passionate encounter that morning—a mixture of the fragrance of heather, her natural body odor, and the faint smell of sweat from their vigorous exercise.

It was already noon. I slowly opened my eyes, feeling a sense of relief from the rest of my sleep.

I instinctively turned my head and saw my mother still lying beside me, fast asleep.

Her usually dignified face was now flushed with a lazy blush, a few strands of hair clung messily to the sweat…