Qian Renxue watched it for a long time.
From the mother's forehead, it slowly moved to the brow bone, then to the bridge of the nose, and then to the lips.
Mother's facial features are the same as those of today's Pope, but not exactly the same, because today's Pope's face is always cold.
He has a sense of alienation that alienates others from thousands of miles away, and the expression on his face does not carry any warmth.
And the mother in front of me.
Her whole person exudes a quiet and gentle temperament, as if she is in her truest state after taking off all disguises.
Qian Renxue suddenly felt in his heart that this mother was more like her mother than Pope.
Her heart beat a beat faster.
An idea popped into my mind.
Just... secretly...
Qian Renxue Slowly propped up his upper body, his movements were gentle, and his breathing was deliberately kept to a minimum.
Her eyes stayed on Dong'er's face for a moment, making sure that the other person's eyes were still closed.
Then, she leaned down.
Gently and carefully, her lips touched Dong'er's cheek.
The touch was cold and soft, with a faint electric current unique to the soul body.
Like a frightened little rabbit, she shrank back suddenly, turned her head quickly, and lay flat on the bed.
Bright golden eyes stared at the ceiling.
The base of her ears turned red.
It was red from the tips of her ears to her neck, like a piece of gold burnt by fire.
Qian Renxue's heart was beating so fast that she felt like she was about to suffocate.
She subconsciously covered her face with her hands, revealing a pair of eyes between her fingers.
Stealing a kiss from the mother.
She actually secretly kissed her mother.
Qian Renxue buried his face in his palms and curved the corners of his mouth in an uncontrollable arc.
Happy.
She was really happy. She had never done anything like this since she was a child.
Never.
She never had a chance either.
And Dong'er...
As early as the moment Qian Renxue propped herself up, she had already woken up.
She wasn't awakened by Qian Renxue's movements, because she never really fell asleep.
The moment Qian Renxue's cheeks came close, she had already guessed what the other person wanted to do.
When his lips touched her cheek.
Cool touch.
Soft, careful, with a trembling touch.
Dong'er didn't move.
She kept her eyes closed, breathing evenly and peacefully, as if she didn't notice anything.
But deep inside her Spirit Sea, a storm surged.
Xue'er kissed her.
Her Xue'er kissed her.
An unprecedented emotion spread from his chest, it was a pure, unadulterated warmth.
It is like a beam of light that penetrates the layers of darkness and shines into the deep corners of the soul.
Previous life.
She had never been kissed by Xue'er, not because Qian Renxue didn't want to, but because she wouldn't let him.
From the day Qian Renxue was born, she pushed Qian Renxue far away.
Don't let Qian Renxue get close to her, don't let Qian Renxue call her mother, and don't let Qian Renxue touch herself.
Because the existence of Qian Renxue reminds her of that humiliating memory all the time.
She chose to ignore it.
Complete disregard.
It's not beating or scolding, it's not cold violence, but a deeper and more fatal injury.
She treats Qian Renxue as a non-existent person, a person who has nothing to do with her.
And what about Qian Renxue?
She has been waiting since she was a child.
Waiting for her mother to look at her, waiting for her mother to call her name, waiting for her mother to hug her once.
It was on the eve of the Jialing Pass battle that I finally waited for that hug.
At this moment, Qian Renxue's kiss was filled with a hint of timidity and the full joy of childhood.
Dong'er did not open his eyes.
She didn't dare to open her eyes.
Because she was afraid that when she opened her eyes, those suppressed emotions would completely get out of control.
At this moment, she was lying on a big bed. After being secretly kissed on the cheek by her daughter, she almost cried in the Spirit Sea.
"Xue'er... I'm sorry..."
However, when Dong'er was immersed in self-blame and heartache, Qian Renxue had quietly turned his head.
Fang Mo was sleeping next to her.
His face was quiet and childish, his hair was a little messy and scattered on the pillow, the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed, and his breathing was even and steady.
The morning light shone on his face, outlining soft outlines.
Qian Renxue's eyes stayed on her face for a moment.
Fang Mo brother.
If it weren't for brother Fang Mo.
She would never have a night like this, never sleep with her mother.
Her left hand will not hold her mother's arm, and her right hand will not feel the warmth of someone next to her.
In a sense.
It was the brother of Fang Mo in front of her who gave her this happy night.
Qian Renxue's ears are red again.
When she kissed her mother just now, she mustered up all her courage.
And now...
Her heartbeat began to speed up again, and an idea popped up again.
Same as before.
Just... secretly...
Qian Renxue slowly turned sideways, his movements even lighter than before.
She came closer to Fang Mo and glanced back and forth on his face.
Fang Mo's eyelashes are very long.
Much longer than average boys.
Qian Renxue's breathing became very shallow.
She leaned down.
His lips touched Fang Mo's cheek gently and quickly.
Even faster than when I kissed my mother just now.
It was so fast that it was just a touch, and then he immediately retracted his body and lay straight back in his original position.
Staring at the ceiling.
In the bright golden eyes, the light spots on the ceiling were reflected, and the light was swaying slightly.
The base of her ears was extremely red.
From the tips of the ears to the neck to the collarbone, everything is glowing with a light pink color.
Qian Renxue subconsciously clenched the corners of the quilt, her heart was beating crazily.
Not because of fear.
It was because of an indescribable throbbing that made her feel helpless.
Because she is so happy.
She wants to share this happiness with everyone around her, and Fang Mo is the person who helps her realize this happiness.
The corners of her mouth curved in a small arc, she closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the moment.
The right hand is next to the mother.
The left hand is next to brother Fang Mo.
At this moment, Qian Renxue feels that he is the happiest person in the world.
But she doesn't know.
The moment she finished kissing Fang Mo, something in the Spirit Sea was quietly changing.
Dong'er's mental fluctuation suddenly became cold.
That warm, soft, maternal attachment is like a flame extinguished by a basin of ice water.
It disappeared instantly.
Instead, there was a cold, scrutinizing displeasure.
Of course Dong'er felt it, Qian Renxue kissed Fang Mo.
She felt clearly that her daughter kissed her host.
Her Xue'er kissed the other party, an adult man with a soul age in his twenties.
Dong'er knew that Qian Renxue took the initiative, and she also knew that Qian Renxue was just out of gratitude and happiness.
This is one thing her rationality tells her, and her instinctive reaction is another.
Fang Mo took advantage of her daughter.
When this thought appeared, it was like a needle sticking into her heart.
It's not Fang Mo's initiative.
She knows.
But so what?
The person being kissed is Fang Mo.
The dear person is her daughter.
The combination of these two things was enough to make her Spirit Sea surge.
What makes her even more unable to calm down is...
Those memories of Fang Mo.