A Huge Pervert

Hearing that something was wrong over there, Shen Jingchuan didn't care anymore and walked to the bathroom door in a few steps.

The door was half open, Mother Meng was standing in the doorway looking inside. He peeked through the gap between Mother Meng's body and the bathroom door, and saw that the room was filled with steam and mist.

You can vaguely see Meng Ke's slender and voluptuous figure leaning over the mirror by the sink, her mouth agape in shock.

Before he could look away, Meng Ke in the mirror suddenly caught a glimpse of the face outside the door, turned around abruptly, and their eyes met.

She glanced down at her own status, her cheeks immediately turning bright red, and she shouted at the top of her lungs:

"Mom! Why didn't you close the door?! Shen Jingchuan, you big lecher!"

Shen Jingchuan was startled and quickly pulled his head back, then ran back to the living room with a stiff upper lip.

I kept repeating to myself: I didn't mean to, I didn't mean to...

After quite a while, the bathroom door finally opened.

As Meng Ke walked out, she was still muttering complaints about her mother. She had changed into a clean white cotton nightgown, her hair was half-dry and draped over her shoulders, and her cheeks were still flushed from the steam. Her little mouth was pouting, and she glared hatefully at Shen Jingchuan as soon as she looked up.

Shen Jingchuan quickly lowered his head, pretending to stare at the grain of the coffee table, avoiding eye contact with her.

"Alright, alright, they didn't do it on purpose. They just came because they were worried about you."

Mother Meng stood by, smiling and trying to smooth things over.

"Worrying won't help! And you, Mom, why didn't you close the door behind you!"

After angrily confronting Shen Jingchuan, Meng Ke then confronted her mother, and the two of them started bickering back and forth.

Shen Jingchuan quietly raised his eyes and watched the mother and daughter arguing noisily, full of the vibrant atmosphere of home—this was what a home should be like.

Lost in thought, he was suddenly caught in the crossfire.

"Tell me, what did you see?" Meng Ke stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, asking angrily.

"I didn't see anything."

Shen Jingchuan immediately raised his hands in surrender and said seriously, "It's all foggy inside, I can't see anything. Besides, Auntie is blocking the doorway, what could I possibly see?"

"Hmph, I don't believe it."

Meng Ke pouted.

"Oh well, so what if we saw a little bit?"

Shen Jingchuan looked up at her, his tone slightly amused:

"I'll have to take responsibility for you sooner or later anyway."

"Who wants you to take responsibility!"

Meng Ke's face flushed red instantly. She pointed at him, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Watching the two bickering, Meng's Mother Meng couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Alright, alright, you two stop arguing."

Shen Jingchuan quickly followed the advice, looked Meng Ke up and down, and feigned surprise:

"Seriously, Xiao Ke, you've changed so much! You look so much younger, you could almost be my daughter."

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

Meng Ke playfully scolded him, but her hand unconsciously touched her face, her tone revealing an undisguised joy:

"She looks almost eighteen or nineteen now, I'm too scared to go out."

"No way, people would believe you if you said twelve or thirteen."

Shen Jingchuan teased her.

"Stop joking!" Meng Ke glared at him, but the corners of her mouth were turned up high.

"If you really turned into a child, I'd never forgive you. But thankfully..."

She looked down at her hands; her skin was smooth and delicate, and even the usual hangnails were gone. She was both surprised and delighted. Although she was still bickering with Shen Jingchuan, she couldn't hide her excitement.

"How am I supposed to go out like this?..." she kept muttering to herself.

Shen Jingchuan looked at her, the white moonlight he had fallen in love with since high school. He never expected that she would let down all pretenses at home and have such a delicate and cute side.

He thinks Meng Ke is good no matter what she looks like, the kind of person who thinks she's good no matter what.

Mother Meng sat up straight on the sofa beside her and spoke solemnly:

"Little Shen, let me ask you the truth, what kind of medicine did my daughter and I just take? The effect is unbelievable. Not only do we look younger, but I also feel incredibly healthy."

Meng Ke also looked up at Shen Jingchuan. She already knew that Shen Jingchuan was hiding a secret, but she swallowed her words and just looked at him quietly without urging him for an answer.

Shen Jingchuan knew in his heart that there was no way to avoid this matter. He and Meng Ke were going to live together for a long time, and it was not a solution to keep hiding it forever. Rather than suddenly revealing it to her and scaring her in the future, it was better to slowly reveal some things now and give her a buffer.

He was about to speak, carefully choosing his words, when Meng Ke spoke softly first:

"Jingchuan, if you're having trouble, it's okay if you don't say anything."

Shen Jingchuan shook his head at her, his tone very serious:

"Xiao Ke, we'll be living together for a long time from now on, and there are some things I think you should know."

Meng Ke blinked, then remained silent, sitting up straight and listening attentively. His Mother Meng also sat up straight, her eyes filled with curiosity as she awaited his next words.

"Auntie, Xiao Ke, have you ever heard of supernatural powers?"

Shen Jingchuan spoke slowly.

The mother and daughter exchanged a glance, then shook their heads in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

Shen Jingchuan didn't explain further. He raised his hand, channeled a wisp of Spiritual Power, and with a gentle flick of his fingertips, a small, pale blue flame steadily emerged.

The flame was small, dancing quietly on his fingertips.

With a flick of his finger, the flame was extinguished silently, leaving not even a speck of ashes.

Before the two could react, he glanced at the empty glass on the coffee table, flicked his finger, and the glass vanished into thin air without a sound.

Meng Ke instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide open. Mother Meng stared wide-eyed for a long time, finally managing to stammer out:

"This... this isn't magic, is it? It's a spell?"

Shen Jingchuan smiled and asked in return:

"So, Auntie, what do you think is the best way to make you believe this isn't magic?"