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

Through the thin fabric of her shirt, the firm, warm touch of the young man made her fingertips curl up almost imperceptibly.

The moment Mo Ye's hand touched her, his body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He could clearly feel the weight and warmth on her shoulders, and even smell the delicate fragrance emanating from her, clearer than during the day, mixed with the scent of sunshine on her freshly washed shirt.

His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his voice was deeper than usual: "Hold on tight? We're about to set off."

"Tongtong, are you ready? Let's go!" Tongtong, sitting in front, immediately raised her little fist and cheered excitedly, her little body twisting restlessly.

He Wanqing was actually a little nervous. This feeling of having her feet off the ground and being controlled by others was very unfamiliar to her.

But when she felt the muscles under Mo Ye's hand tense up instantly and the barely perceptible stiffness, she strangely relaxed—it turned out she wasn't the only one who was nervous.

"Okay, all done," she replied softly.

Mo Ye twisted the throttle, and the electric car started smoothly, driving out of the courtyard and blending into the tree-lined path at dusk.

However, the inertia of starting caused He Wanqing to lean back slightly. She subconsciously tightened her arms and pressed herself forward, leaning more closely against Mo Ye's back.

In an instant, a soft and rich touch was clearly felt through the thin fabric, like a tiny electric current that instantly ran through Mo Ye's back, causing his muscles to tense up and his grip on the handlebars to tighten.

Almost instinctively, he shifted his waist very slightly, trying to ease the sudden, unsettling contact.

He Wanqing's cheeks turned bright red the moment she bumped into him.

She could even feel how taut the back muscles belonging to Mo Ye were pressed against her cheek.

She quickly explained in a low voice, a hint of panic in her voice: "Don't...don't overthink it, the car just started too fast."

"...Hmm." Mo Ye squeezed out a syllable from his throat, trying to focus his attention on the road conditions, but the unusually clear warmth and softness on his back stubbornly occupied his senses.

The evening breeze blew in, ruffling the stray hairs on He Wanqing's forehead and dispelling some of the heat from her face.

After the initial embarrassment, a strange feeling began to spread.

Pressed against his broad back, with my arms around his waist, an unprecedented sense of security and... a secret comfort seeped into my limbs from the point of close contact.

As if a thirsty traveler had finally found an oasis, the body, before the mind, greedily absorbed this warmth and security.

She even unconsciously pressed her cheek closer to it, like a cat dependent on its owner, rubbing against it almost imperceptibly.

This subtle movement was nothing short of another "blow" to Mo Ye, who was already on edge.

He felt the electric current strike again, but this time the path was even more "dangerous".

His voice unconsciously became a little hoarse, with a hint of restrained tension: "...Don't move."

Hearing this, Tongtong, who was sitting in front admiring the scenery, turned around innocently, her big eyes full of confusion: "Daddy, Tongtong didn't move around! Tongtong is a very good girl!"

When her daughter pointed it out on the spot, He Wanqing's cheeks flushed again. She quickly moved away slightly as if she had been burned, and sat up straight again. However, she forgot to take back the hand on his shoulder, and her fingertips were slightly hot.

Mo Ye realized what he had said, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his racing heart and abnormal physical reaction. His voice returned to its usual gentleness, but if you listened carefully, you could still hear a slight tension: "Yes, Daddy knows Tongtong is the best girl. Sit tight, we'll be at the park soon."

The evening breeze continued to blow, and the camphor trees on both sides of the road cast swaying shadows.

The electric scooter carried a family of three, each with their own thoughts, steadily moving forward. The little one in front chattered away, while the two in the back remained silent.

Mo Ye rode his "Dreamy Cat Bike," a bike that would turn heads 300%, carrying He Wanqing and Tongtong, slowly making its way along the tree-lined path leading to the community park.

This combination is simply too eye-catching—a quirky and adorable modified electric car, with a cute little child sitting in front, sucking his fingers and looking around, and a stunningly beautiful girl with a high ponytail sitting on the back, exuding a cool and aloof aura, like a campus sweetheart. The man in charge of the car, even in just a simple T-shirt and trousers, cannot hide his tall and handsome figure and profile.

The scene is so beautiful, it's like an illustration on the title page of an urban fairy tale.

Wherever he went, passersby couldn't help but turn their heads, their eyes revealing amazement, envy, or knowing smiles.

"Look at that family of three, they're all so good-looking!"

"Wow, that electric car is so cute! I want to get one for my daughter too!"

"Another case of making people want to have a daughter... This dad is so handsome, and the mom is so beautiful!"

"Tsk, they look so happy. It makes this single dog believe in love again."

One delivery driver, waiting at a red light, watched the "cat-themed" electric scooter pass by, carrying a lovely family of three. Then, looking at his own drab, unremarkable scooter of the same brand, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. He pounded his handlebars and exclaimed, "We're both electric scooters! Why is there such a huge difference? Why don't I have such a beautiful wife? Where did I go wrong?"

Upon hearing this, another delivery guy next to him slapped his helmet without hesitation and laughed, "Wake up, bro!"

They were just riding an electric bike, not just having an electric bike!

Look at their demeanor, their attire—do you think they come from an ordinary family? Stop dreaming, get on with your work and figure out how to get a few more orders!"

He pointed to a corner of a cake box peeking out of his companion's insulated box, "Your snack is going to get cold again."

The delivery guy, after being reminded, let out a wail and took out the box of cakes that had collapsed because of a slope!

The strawberry cake, returned by a customer and forcing the customer to pay for it himself: "Don't even mention it! This is the third time this month! My 'missed order bonus'... Here, bro, I'll share half with you, let's turn our grief into appetite!"

"Come on, I don't want to, get lost. You're trying to curse me, aren't you! You should just enjoy your 'birthday'!" His companion laughed, and as soon as the light turned green, he twisted the accelerator and sped off, leaving the delivery guy standing there staring at the cake.

He glanced again in the direction of the family of three who had long since disappeared around the corner, scooped up a large spoonful and stuffed it into his mouth, mumbling, "Sigh, the difference between people... is bigger than that between dogs."