The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

"Don't be so nervous, she's fourteen years old, not four."

Wen Song slowed down, feeling embarrassed, but her gaze remained fixed on Wen Miaomiao. "She's in pretty good spirits today; she played all day without complaining of being tired."

Her eyes were filled with hope. "Do you think her condition will improve as the weather gets warmer?"

Lu Zhiheng didn't answer her directly, but held her small hand tightly in his large one. "Perhaps."

As the two were talking, Wen Miaomiao had already arrived at a Valentine's Day themed exhibition.

It is a giant plush heart with an exaggerated shape, surrounded by a sea of ​​pink heart-shaped balloons.

A clown-like man with a camera walked up to Wen Miaomiao and said something to her. After hearing this, Wen Miaomiao turned to Wen Song and called out to her, "Mom, do you want to take a picture together?"

Wen Song responded in kind, "Sure, I'll go with you if you want to take pictures."

As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly stopped in her tracks, and her expression froze.

She stared blankly, slowly turning her head to look at Lu Zhiheng. "Did you just hear that?"

Lu Zhiheng's lips curled into a faint smile. "I heard her. She just called you 'Mom'."

It was true; she wasn't hallucinating. Wen Miaomiao really did call her "Mom" just now.

I can't quite describe how I feel at this moment.

She felt a mixture of disbelief and surprise; she wanted to laugh, but her chest felt tight, like a damp cotton ball, making her want to cry.

While Wen Song was still in a daze, Wen Miaomiao urged her again, "What are you standing there for? If you want to take pictures, hurry up and come over."

"They're here."

Wen Song sniffed and quickly walked over with Lu Zhiheng in her arms.

To be honest, Wen Song and Wen Miaomiao didn't seem to have taken a single photo together yet. Under the guidance of the clown photographer, they took more than ten photos in a row.

Wen Song is holding Wen Miaomiao's arm; the two are smiling at the camera with their faces close together; each of them is holding a pink heart-shaped balloon...

After paying the fee, the photographer and Wen Song exchanged contact information, with the photographer promising to send her the edited photos within a week.

They had a very enjoyable day, and it was almost ten o'clock when the three of them returned to Yunjin Pavilion.

Wen Miaomiao's battery was finally almost depleted. She yawned, took a quick shower, and then ran to Wen Song's room with her pillow. "I want to sleep next to you tonight."

It was rare for Wen Miaomiao to be so clingy, and Wen Song agreed without hesitation.

"Of course you can. Not just tonight, but anytime you want to sleep next to me, you can."

A warm yellow sleep lamp was on in the bedroom. The two lay side by side on the bed, and Wen Song said softly, "Miao Miao, you called me Mom today. I'm so happy."

Wen Miaomiao gave a soft "hmm" through her nostrils, her voice sounding weak. "I can tell, you want to cry and laugh at the same time, you've lost control of your expression."

Wen Song pursed her lips shyly, turned over, propped her head up, and looked at Wen Miaomiao. "I was wondering, is it because of my recent behavior that you feel I'm finally qualified to be your mother?"

Wen Miaomiao paused for a few seconds before answering, "You've always been qualified."

She tilted her head, straining her leaden eyelids, and looked into Wen Song's eyes in the dim light. "Wen Song, you've always been a good mother."

Even in a parallel world, the moment she was hit by the car, her first instinct was to protect the baby in her womb.

She herself blamed all her misfortunes on her absence from her own life.

"Of course, you're not just a good mom. You'll also be a good wife and a great food blogger in the future."

As she spoke, her voice grew softer and softer. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Wen Song in a way she had never done before, a gesture of extreme dependence, pressing her fluffy little head close to her chest. "I told you long ago that your future would be bright and dazzling."

She said she would be a good wife and a good mother in the future, and that she would become an excellent food blogger.

Wen Song was confused, but before, she clearly said that her parallel world self was unambitious and only knew how to indulge in pleasure all day long. Even the food blogger account that she had worked so hard to build had long been forgotten and was abandoned somewhere.

She wanted to press for more information, but Wen Miaomiao seemed extremely sleepy and mumbled, "Mom, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Wen Song's heart melted instantly. He gently patted Wen Miaomiao's thin back and said, "Go to sleep and get some rest. I'll bake you your favorite cookies tomorrow morning."

When Lu Zhiheng's message arrived, Wen Miaomiao was already fast asleep, breathing lightly, nestled obediently in Wen Song's arms.

Wen Songben was already feeling drowsy when he glanced at the message content—

L: Are you asleep?

Wen Song, rubbing her eyelids open, replied: I just coaxed Miao Miao to sleep.

L: You promised to come over to my place tonight, you haven't forgotten, have you?

That one short sentence instantly dispelled all of Wen Song's drowsiness.

day!

She had truly forgotten about it.

At this moment, after being reminded by Lu Zhiheng, he immediately became nervous, his heart pounding wildly.

She bit her finger, wondering if she should find some excuse to postpone the matter further.

Lu Zhiheng replied with another message: I'm still waiting for you.

I'm still waiting for you...

A few words sealed off all her hesitation and retreat.

She took a deep breath, mentally prepared herself, carefully removed Wen Miaomiao's arm from her waist, and then carefully covered her with the blanket before tiptoeing out of the room.

Standing outside Lu Zhiheng's door, Wen Song's tension was almost at its peak.

No, why can't this kind of thing just happen naturally?

Doing it in such a premeditated manner is really testing her sense of shame.

She raised her hand to ring the doorbell, hesitated for a few seconds, and then timidly withdrew her hand.

No, no, she wanted to go back and prepare again, like taking another shower and applying body lotion.

After making her decision, she resolutely turned to slip away, but the door was opened from the inside, and a strong arm reached out, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her inside.

"Feed..."

Caught off guard, Wen Song gasped softly, and before she knew it, Lu Zhiheng had already pulled her into his arms.

"Once you're here, don't even think about running away, my Little Red Riding Hood."

Only a dim orange lamp was on in the living room, its warm glow spreading out and immersing the surroundings in a hazy, soft atmosphere.

His deep, husky voice sounded even more alluring and seductive in the dim light.

Wen Song helplessly pressed her hands against Lu Zhiheng's firm chest, her eyelashes trembling slightly, and a continuous heat spread along her cheeks, making her ears burn.

She tried to take a half step back, but her whole body seemed to have lost its strength, and she couldn't move her feet an inch. Her breathing became shallow and disordered.