What Are You Doing?

After giving her a quick examination and confirming that Mother Jiang was merely drunk, Huo Yuhao raised his head to look at the worried Jiang Nannan, an awkward yet polite smile appearing on his face.

"Auntie's alcohol tolerance really is..."

Jiang Nannan immediately felt relieved. She could barely hold back the urge to laugh as she cleared the dishes from the table and spoke softly.

"Thank you so much for today. I can take care of things here. Could I trouble you to carry my mom to the bedroom? The weather's getting cold, and I'm afraid she'll catch a chill sleeping here."

"No problem."

Huo Yuhao did not think much of it and nodded right away.

With his current Physical Quality, carrying an adult was effortless, and Mother Jiang was not particularly heavy to begin with.

He scooped Mother Jiang up in a bridal carry and looked at Jiang Nannan, asking softly.

"Which bedroom?"

"The one on the left."

Jiang Nannan wiped down the table with a rag without even looking up.

"Just put her on the bed. I'll take care of the rest later."

"Alright."

The weather in Heaven Dou City was rather cold. Mother Jiang wore a very warm-looking cashmere coat over her upper body. Perhaps the alcohol was beginning to take effect, but Huo Yuhao noticed that her originally fair neck and cheeks were now tinged with a faint pink.

After only a few steps, Huo Yuhao felt Mother Jiang's tightly shut eyelids tremble slightly from the jostling. Her rosy lips became even more vividly red and alluring, and from time to time, she exhaled scorching breaths onto Huo Yuhao's neck, making goosebumps rise instinctively across his body.

"Mmm... hot."

Her consciousness had only just returned somewhat when Mother Jiang felt an indescribable heat spreading through her body. She twisted unconsciously, startling Huo Yuhao so badly that he hurriedly stopped.

To keep her from slipping, he could only tighten his arms around her.

Jiang Nannan, behind him, had clearly heard that murmur as well. A blush rose to her cheeks, and she subconsciously sped up her wiping.

The renewed closeness caused Huo Yuhao's faint breath to brush against Mother Jiang's face. For some reason, she truly stopped twisting around after that.

But in the next second, Huo Yuhao saw Mother Jiang raise a jade-like hand and place it on the buttons of her cashmere coat.

With a crisp snap as one button came undone, the headlights tightly bound beneath a gray camisole looked ready to burst free. Having lost one teammate, the remaining buttons could only struggle even harder to hold the fabric together, making one final effort to protect their master.

However, their master did not seem to agree.

After undoing one button, Mother Jiang's hand unconsciously wandered over her chest. Skillfully, she undid the remaining buttons one by one. In only a moment, her full figure, stretching the tight camisole taut, was completely revealed before Huo Yuhao.

A faint fragrance drifted from the camisole's somewhat low neckline, mixing with the trace of alcohol on her breath as it slipped into Huo Yuhao's nostrils. He could only steel himself and quicken his pace.

Yet Mother Jiang still seemed to find it insufficient. One hand slipped inside her camisole, and after a rustling sound, a crisp clasp echoed beside his ear, like the final tragic cry of a knight guarding a Princess.

As the final restraint came undone, an indescribable sense of relief washed over her. Mother Jiang's vermilion lips parted, and she could not help letting out an extremely soft moan.

She curled up slightly and nuzzled into Huo Yuhao's arms. A soft sensation surged against his chest like rippling water, while a bottomless ravine seemed as though it could swallow all the light in the world.

Huo Yuhao felt like he was about to lose it. He struggled into the bedroom. Fortunately, Jiang Nannan had already tidied the bedding when they came back, so there was nothing else he needed to do.

Using one hand to lift the blanket, Huo Yuhao bent down and carefully laid Mother Jiang flat on the bed. The moment he straightened up, Mother Jiang, no longer in his embrace, frowned slightly and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

And the most intimate restraint seemed to have shifted during the earlier jostling. Even through the gray camisole, Huo Yuhao could see it clearly.

Huo Yuhao's eyelids twitched uncontrollably. If he had not instinctively braced a hand on the bed, his head would probably have already buried itself in there.

What was he supposed to do now?!

He suddenly felt that his suggestion of treating things with alcohol had been a mistake.

"Auntie, Auntie, wake up."

Hearing Huo Yuhao call to her, Mother Jiang's tightly closed eyes trembled. At last, under the youth's expectant gaze, they slowly opened.

"Yuhao...?"

The dazed look in her eyes regained a trace of clarity when she saw the boy before her. Her lips parted slightly, and the call that left her throat was a little hoarse, yet carried an unusual gentleness.

"Auntie, how are you feeling?"

"My head's a little dizzy."

Mother Jiang spoke very slowly and groggily. After quite a while, she spoke again, belatedly asking.

"Did I get drunk?"

"Yeah. Auntie, let go of me for a moment. I'll make you some hangover tea. Drinking might not be a suitable method after all..."

As Huo Yuhao spoke, he tried to free himself from Mother Jiang's arms. But in her drunken state, Mother Jiang did not think that much about it. She thought he was blaming himself for getting her drunk, and her hands unconsciously tightened again, pulling Huo Yuhao closer to her chest.

"It's alright. It's not your fault."

That wasn't the issue at all!

Whether because of the atmosphere or because holding himself up was getting tiring, Huo Yuhao's breathing gradually grew heavier, all of it brushing across Mother Jiang's face and causing her temperature to rise.

Mother Jiang bit her lower lip lightly, her face flushed an unnatural red. Her hands wandered over the hair at the back of Huo Yuhao's head, as though she were enduring something.

Yet even so, the voice squeezed through her teeth remained as gentle as ever.

"Next time... just drink a little less."

Under the numbing effect of the alcohol, Mother Jiang's sense of shame seemed to have vanished completely. Instead, she found the floating sensation throughout her body rather wondrous. Coupled with Huo Yuhao's scorching breaths, which kept sending her temperature climbing...

A thought suddenly surfaced in her mind—wasn't this treatment incredibly effective?

The moment that thought appeared, Mother Jiang's mind began slipping uncontrollably toward the abyss. Her throat bobbed slightly as she instinctively looked into the azure eyes of the young man before her.

"Yuhao... how about you stay here tonight?"

"...?"

Unaware that Mother Jiang's muddled mind had begun approaching things from a strange angle, Huo Yuhao was completely bewildered.

What was going on?

How had things turned out like this?

Before he could think it through, Mother Jiang's voice, filled with unfamiliar emotions, rang out again.

"I feel like this will help the aftereffects heal faster."

Was that so?

Huo Yuhao's lips parted and closed, but he had no idea what to say. Just then, accompanied by approaching footsteps, Jiang Nannan's concerned voice slowly sounded.

"Yuhao, how is my mother—"

The next second, as if time itself had frozen, Jiang Nannan's voice abruptly cut off. The entire room fell silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Looking at the scene before her, Jiang Nannan's mind fell into chaos in an instant.

A Beautiful Woman, her clothes disheveled and face flushed, lay on the bed with both arms wrapped around a young man's neck. The shock such a bizarre sight dealt Jiang Nannan was easy to imagine.

Most importantly, that Beautiful Woman was her mother.

The strange emotions that had arisen when she previously witnessed Huo Yuhao treating her mother surged forth again, spreading through Jiang Nannan's heart at a sickening speed.

As though clinging to her last shred of hope, Jiang Nannan asked in a dazed voice, "Y-you... what are you doing?"