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

She propped herself up and rubbed her aching forehead. The dizziness from the hangover hadn't completely subsided, and her temples were throbbing.

"Awake?" Mo Ye's voice rang in my ears, deep and gentle.

He Wanqing paused, then slowly turned her head.

Mo Ye was lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, his gaze fixed intently on her. The morning light fell on his face, making his eyes clear and bright, reflecting her image.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" He Wanqing's voice was a little dry, and her ears started to burn uncontrollably.

Is there... something on my face?

Mo Ye shook his head, said nothing, and just continued to look at her.

The gaze was so focused, so direct, that He Wanqing had nowhere to escape. She instinctively wanted to look away, but couldn't help looking back.

"Do you remember," Mo Ye finally spoke, his voice very soft, "what we said last night?"

He Wanqing's heart skipped a beat.

She pursed her lips and tentatively asked in a low voice, "Did I... say a lot yesterday?"

"Mm." Mo Ye nodded, a smile in his eyes. "We talked quite a bit. You said you wanted to be my girlfriend."

He Wanqing's face turned even redder.

She tried hard to recall, but her memories from when she was drunk were like beads from a broken string, scattered all over the place, difficult to piece together.

But one segment is exceptionally clear—

She grabbed his collar and said earnestly, "I want to pursue you."

And then there was his gentle response: "Okay, I'm yours."

"...I remember," He Wanqing's voice was even softer, almost like a mosquito's hum.

After saying that, she lowered her head, not daring to look him in the eye.

Mo Ye hummed in agreement, his voice tinged with obvious pleasure: "Just remember this. The rest... don't matter."

He paused, then added, "Anyway, I heard everything."

He Wanqing: "..."

She felt her face burning up.

Seeing her embarrassed expression, Mo Ye smiled and stopped teasing her.

He sat up and ruffled her hair: "Lie down a little longer, I'll go wash up."

After saying that, he got out of bed and walked towards the bathroom.

He Wanqing sat blankly on the bed, watching his figure disappear behind the bathroom door before her mind slowly began to work.

last night……

She drank too much.

She touched his abs.

She asserted her dominance in a domineering manner.

She even...confessed her feelings.

And his response was—

"Okay, I'm yours."

He Wanqing's face flushed bright red instantly, all the way down to her neck. She grabbed the pillow next to her, buried her face in it, and let out a muffled "Ah."

What a shame!

In her twenty-six years of life, when has He Wanqing ever been so...unreserved!

but……

She slowly raised her head, her eyes shining.

He said he was hers.

He added, "Just remember this."

Does that mean... he accepted it?

He Wanqing hugged her pillow, her lips curving into an uncontrollable smile.

She remembered the tenderness with which he supported her last night, the smile on his face when he said, "Next time, if you want to muster courage, you don't need to drink," and the tender words, "Tell me you like me too..."

It seems... to be a good thing?

Was she too loud just now?

He Wanqing jumped out of bed and walked briskly towards the bathroom. The dizziness from the hangover seemed to have disappeared, and she felt like she was walking on clouds.

However, when she pushed open the bathroom door, it was empty.

Mo Ye is not here.

He Wanqing was taken aback and quickly walked to the living room, kitchen, and balcony... but he was nowhere to be found.

He... went out?

Why?

Is it regret? Or...?

Her previously exhilarating mood plummeted instantly. He Wanqing stood in the empty living room, her eyes lowered, her long eyelashes casting shadows beneath them.

A wave of disappointment washed over me.

She slowly walked back to her bedroom and mechanically began washing up. Looking at herself in the mirror, her eyes were a little red.

It turns out that the feeling of unmet expectations is so painful.

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A dozen minutes later, the sound of a key turning came from the doorway.

He Wanqing came out of the bedroom and saw Mo Ye push the door open and enter.

He was holding a bouquet of flowers.

It's not roses, not lilies, not any common bouquet.

It is a bird of paradise.

The orange-yellow and deep blue petals, like birds about to take flight, are elegant and unique. The bouquet is small, but each flower is in full bloom, simply wrapped in light green paper, giving it a fresh and natural feel.

Mo Ye stood in the doorway, the morning light streaming in from behind him, gilding him with a golden hue. He looked at her, his eyes gentle, yet tinged with a hint of nervousness.

"Good morning," he said softly.

He Wanqing was stunned.

She looked at the bunch of bird-of-paradise flowers, then at Mo Ye, her eyes gradually brightening, like stars being ignited in the night sky.

So... he didn't regret it?

He... went to buy flowers?

"These flowers..." He Wanqing's voice trembled slightly, "were they a gift for me?"

Mo Ye nodded, took a step forward, and handed the flowers to her:

"Yes. The one I gave you yesterday was homemade, but today... I'm giving you the real thing."

He Wanqing held the flowers, her smile widening. She lowered her head to inhale the fragrance, muttering softly, her voice brimming with barely concealed joy:

"Once I accept your flowers, I'm yours. From now on, you belong only to me."

Mo Ye chuckled: "Pretty domineering."

"That's domineering." He Wanqing raised her chin, her eyes brimming with undisguised amusement. "What, regretting it?"

"I don't regret it." Mo Ye looked at her, his eyes gentle. "I will never regret this in my life."

He Wanqing's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, and it softened completely.

Holding the flowers, she suddenly didn't know where to put her hands—this was the first time she had formally received flowers from someone she liked.

Seeing her unusually helpless expression, Mo Ye felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He opened his arms and spoke very softly:

"Would you like... a hug?"

He Wanqing's eyes lit up instantly.

She could finally hug him openly! No more pretending to fall, no more making excuses, no more sneaking up on him...

She practically threw herself into his arms.

The bouquet was nestled between the two, and the petals of the bird of paradise trembled gently.

He Wanqing held the flowers in one hand and hooked her other arm around Mo Ye's neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

He carried the cool scent of the early morning, along with a faint, clean fragrance of soapberry.

"Mo Ye," her voice muffled on his shoulder, tinged with laughter.

"Although this is my first time being a girlfriend... I will try my best to be a lovely girlfriend."

Mo Ye's throat tightened.

He held her waist, feeling her warmth and heartbeat.

Her warm breath brushed against his ear as she spoke, soft and ticklish.

"I have a feeling," he chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse, "that you're quite the charmer? So good at flirting?"

He Wanqing looked up at him, her eyes sparkling: "Self-taught."

The two looked at each other, so close that they could see each other's reflections in their eyes.

A sweet aroma filled the air.

Mo Ye slowly lowered his head.

He Wanqing closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly.

Just then—

............