"Zi Qianjing, what are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?"
Mu Ruyue drew back her hand and asked with raised eyebrows.
"I want to sleep with you." The young boy looked at Mu Ruyue pitifully, speaking with some trepidation.
He said it so simply, as if a man and a woman sharing a bed were as normal as eating and drinking...
Mu Ruyue scrutinized the boy in front of her.
In his eyes, she found not a hint of intrusion, just the bitterness of being abandoned...
"Zi Qianjing, how could a man and a woman who are not related share the same bed?"
Zi Qianjing smiled faintly, "If you consider me your son, then it's settled."
"I couldn't possibly have given birth to a son as old as you," Mu Ruyue's face darkened, her visage stern, "Jingjing, do you so desire someone else to be your mother?"
