Fang Mo's Little Brother Is... Dad?

Fang Mo said nothing.

Dong'er said nothing either.

The silence lasted for a long time. Fang Mo thought Qian Renxue had already fallen asleep.

Then Qian Renxue suddenly spoke.

Her voice was very soft, so soft it was like she was talking to herself.

"I'm really so happy right now..."

Qian Renxue's voice trembled slightly.

"It's just like what I imagined when I was little..."

The corners of her lips curved upward. It was a pure smile, one stained with tears.

"Sleeping between Dad and Mom."

The instant those words left her mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

Not the warm silence from before.

But a sudden, awkward, helpless kind of silence.

Qian Renxue's body abruptly stiffened.

Her eyes flew open.

The trace of happiness that had just appeared in her brilliant golden eyes was instantly replaced by panic.

Dad and Mom.

What had she just said?

Fang Mo's little brother was... Dad?

Qian Renxue's mind went completely blank at that instant.

She yanked the blanket over and covered her head with it.

"No... that's not what I meant! I didn't mean that!"

Qian Renxue's voice came from beneath the blanket, muffled and urgent, carrying the embarrassment of someone about to cry.

"I mean... no, I didn't say anything! What I said just now was sleep talk! Yes, sleep talk!"

She curled up entirely beneath the blanket like a golden kitten with its fur standing on end.

"Don't listen! You didn't hear anything I just said!"

Fang Mo, lying on the bed, wore an exceptionally complicated expression.

The corner of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. He really wanted to say that he had not heard anything.

But the problem was.

He had heard every single word clearly.

He felt the tips of his ears growing hot.

Warm.

Yes, he was blushing.

A Transmigrator with an adult soul had been made to blush by a single sentence from a nine-year-old girl.

Fang Mo sighed inwardly.

Dong'er could not help but tremble as well.

She had heard it too.

Every word.

Countless images surged wildly through Dong'er's mind.

They were not her own memories.

They were Fang Mo's memories.

Those messy fanfiction plots she had glimpsed deep within Fang Mo's memories.

The forbidden teacher-student romance with Bibi Dong, the mother-and-daughter-sharing-one-husband battlefield, the suggestive depictions of three people sharing a bed late at night.

Those absurd, outrageous, blush-inducing words now flooded out like a breached dam.

Dong'er's phantom abruptly trembled. Her dark red eyes snapped open, and a faint ring of red mist appeared around them.

It was not the light of Rakshasa Divinity.

It was... blushing.

A former Rakshasa God, a god-level powerhouse who had died after defeat.

Was now blushing furiously within the Spirit Sea of a six-year-old child because of one little girl's words.

Though a soul body could not visibly blush, Fang Mo could clearly feel that Dong'er's mental fluctuations were a complete mess.

Bibi Dong, sleeping on her side, and Fang Mo unexpectedly met each other's gaze at that instant.

"Shut up."

Dong'er's voice came from the Spirit Sea, her figure so icy it could freeze someone to death.

"I didn't say anything!"

Fang Mo shouted helplessly.

"Do you dare say you weren't thinking anything?"

Dong'er's voice remained cold.

Fang Mo replied inwardly:

"I really wasn't thinking anything."

"Then what are all those messy things in your head!"

"Those are fanfics I read in my previous life, not my actual thoughts right now."

"If they're in your head, then you thought them!"

"..."

Fang Mo was left speechless by her retort.

Meanwhile, Qian Renxue's muffled voice still came from beneath the blanket.

"I really didn't mean to... I was just too happy, and my mouth was faster than my brain..."

She revealed a pair of watery eyes through a gap in the blanket and secretly glanced at Fang Mo.

Fang Mo lay flat on the bed, his hands folded over his abdomen, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, his expression calm.

Qian Renxue glanced in Dong'er's direction again.

Dong'er lay on the inner side of the large bed, her dark red eyes closed, her posture stiff as an ice sculpture.

Qian Renxue's gaze shifted back and forth between the two of them several times.

Then she suddenly realized something even more awkward.

Fang Mo's little brother and Mother were blushing.

A faint flush now colored Fang Mo's ears and cheeks.

Though it was not obvious in the dim light, Qian Renxue lay right beside him and could see it clearly.

As for Dong'er's soul body, though its blush could not be seen directly, it flickered irregularly, and she remained frozen in place without moving.

Qian Renxue's mind crashed again.

She realized that her words just now had not only dragged herself into it, but Fang Mo and Mother as well.

"Ugh..."

Qian Renxue let out a suppressed whimper and buried her head beneath the blanket again.

This time, she refused to show even her eyes.

"I'm going to sleep! I didn't mean it. No one is allowed to talk! No one is allowed to move!"

Her voice came from beneath the blanket.

Fang Mo: "..."

Dong'er: "..."

The room fell silent once more.

This silence was different from before.

It was neither warm silence nor awkward silence, but the silence of three people all blushing.

Fang Mo quietly stared at the ceiling, trying to steady his breathing.

He could feel Qian Renxue's hand still gripping his wrist, holding tighter than before as though she were clutching a lifeline.

He could also feel Dong'er's aura: icy, trembling, carrying a trace of embarrassed fury in her mental fluctuations.

And so, the three lay there with their own thoughts, none of them speaking.

No one knew how much time passed.

Qian Renxue's breathing gradually became even.

She had fallen asleep.

Her body curled beneath the blanket, her left hand holding Dong'er's arm and her right hand gripping Fang Mo's wrist, like a kitten that had found its home.

Her brows relaxed, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, as though she were having a beautiful dream.

Fang Mo gently turned his head and looked at her.

Under the moonlight.

Qian Renxue's face was peaceful and lovely, her lashes casting faint shadows across her cheeks.

Nine-year-old Qian Renxue.

A child who had never been held by her mother, who had never slept with her mother since she was little.

Tonight, her wish had finally come true.

Fang Mo shifted his gaze toward the inner side.

Dong'er's phantom still lay there. Her dark red eyes slowly opened, unblinkingly watching Qian Renxue.

The coldness and pride in those eyes had completely vanished.

Only gentleness remained.

And a longing that transcended life and death, crossed through time, and could not be described with words.

Her arm gently tightened, drawing Qian Renxue a little closer.

Though the touch of a soul body was faint, Qian Renxue still sensed it in her sleep.

The corners of her lips curved upward, and she let out a muddled murmur.

"Mother, I like this version of you..."

Dong'er's phantom trembled slightly.

Something seemed to shatter within those dark red eyes.

She lowered her head, gently brushed aside Qian Renxue's hair, and carefully looked at her daughter as she had been at nine years old.

There was no warmth, no breath.

But Fang Mo could clearly feel that Dong'er had become exceptionally gentle at that moment.

Fang Mo quietly watched it all.

He said nothing.

He merely slowly closed his eyes. At the final moment before sleep overcame him, Fang Mo heard Dong'er's voice.

Very soft, so soft, as though she were speaking to Qian Renxue and also to herself.

"Good night..."