The soft morning light streamed into the bedroom, gently filtering through the gaps in the pale blue curtains and quietly creeping onto the warm, silent bed.

Rubbing his sore eyes, he slowly lifted his eyelids and saw a room that was both familiar and unfamiliar. His mind was still a little groggy from just waking up, and memories of last night slowly surfaced in his mind.

"How did I fall asleep last night..."

I only remember that Lianbao and I were snuggled up on the sofa watching TV, and before I knew it, I was sleepy. I have no recollection of what happened after that.

While I was still in a daze, the door was gently pushed open, and Su Juan appeared in the doorway with a gentle smile on her lips. "Awake? Hurry up and get up to wash up. Breakfast is almost ready."

Wen Mo stretched, his neck making a soft "click" sound as he moved. He yawned and mumbled, "I'm not used to you waking me up, Mom."

After saying that, he threw off the covers, dragged his slippers to the bathroom, washed up, and felt much more refreshed before rubbing his stomach and walking into the living room.

Not long after she sat down, Su Juan came out of the kitchen with a small dish of side dishes, sat down opposite her son, and looked at him with a smile in her eyes.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Mo felt a chill run down his spine. He picked up a piece of bread and chewed it casually. "I remember Xiao Lian and I were snuggled up on the sofa yesterday, weren't we?"

"You have the nerve to say that? Last night you and Xiaolian were sleeping on the sofa and you were drooling. We couldn't wake you up no matter what we did." Su Juan seemed to be responding to what happened last night, a gentle smile curving her lips.

Wen Mo was a little embarrassed. He coughed twice and continued eating his bread. "So how did we get back to our room?"

"I brought Xiaolian back to my room, but you... your dad carried you back to your room."

"What?! Cough cough cough..."

Wen Mo slammed his hand on the table, his eyes wide open. The bread in his mouth was swallowed before he could swallow it, causing him to cough and frantically pat his chest.

It wasn't until I took a sip of soy milk and felt the warm liquid slide down my throat that the suffocating feeling in my chest eased a bit, though my eyes still held a look of shock.

"My dad carried me home?!"

Su Juan was genuinely puzzled by his reaction. She took a small sip of soy milk from the cup and then casually asked, "Yes, is there a problem?"

"……No."

Wenmo sat back down, looking extremely embarrassed.

So many years have passed without any intimate contact, and now I'm almost eighteen, and my dad still carries me back to my room in his arms...

Just thinking about that scene makes me feel nauseous for no reason; it makes me feel uncomfortable both physically and mentally, and I even get goosebumps all over my body…

"Mom, you might as well not have told me..." Wen Mo said softly, rubbing his arms repeatedly as if trying to drive away the chill.

"Pfft, hahaha..." Su Juan was amused and put a fried egg on Wen Mo's plate. "You love to stay up late and don't pay attention to rest. It was actually quite a struggle for your dad to carry you back to your room."

Wen Mo silently took a bite of the fried egg. It was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a perfect texture. But even the most delicious food couldn't dispel the nausea in his heart.

He chewed, swallowed his food, and shook his head repeatedly, grimacing, "I'm so old, and my dad still has to hold me... By the way, what position does he use to hold me?"

"I'll carry you in a princess carry," Su Juan replied instantly.

"Okay, this is even more disgusting..."

Just thinking about that scene makes me want to vomit.

Two grown men carrying each other in a princess carry...

It's not that I've never been held; I used to like clinging to my dad when I was little, but he was always busy back then and didn't have time to consider his son's feelings.

As a result, they had less interaction as they grew up. Whenever they met, they would basically bicker with each other, especially during their rebellious phase in junior high school. From then on, Wenmo had the idea of ​​living alone.

"Stop teasing your dad all the time." Su Juan sipped her soy milk and spoke softly to the hesitant Wen Mo.

"I didn't put him down at all. It's good enough that he doesn't put me down." Wen Mo complained. "He always finds fault with me. He thinks everything I do is wrong."

Calling him annoying might be a bit of an exaggeration, but it's just so hard to communicate with him...!

Going out with friends.

"All you ever do is go out and play!"

After finishing my meal, I went back to my room.

"All you do is stay home all day!"

My eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

"He must have been playing on his phone!"

Sleeping in the room.

"All she does is sleep all day and never does any housework!"

Help with housework.

"Can't do anything right, as stupid as a pig!"

Pigs aren't stupid at all, you bastard! Apologize to all the pigs in the world!

There's no point in trying to communicate about chicken legs; it's gotten to the point where nothing we do will get in his way.

"I don't understand why Dad only talks nicely to you, Mom." Wen Mo rubbed his forehead, then looked up curiously and asked, "Is there some secret?"

Su Juan raised her eyebrows, as if she had heard a very funny joke, and patted his head with a smile, "What secret is there? It's just because I'm his wife."

It's not a difficult concept to understand; it's just that we've been through thick and thin together, supporting each other to get to where we are today, and now we have two children.

"The Daily Romance of a Village Beauty and a Poor Boy" is a serialized novel starring Wen Yiquan and Su Juan.

After taking the last bite of his fried egg, Wen Mo glanced at his phone casually in his hand and frowned slightly. "It's almost 7:30. Why isn't that girl up yet? She'll be late again."

"Let her sleep a little longer, it's okay to take a day off anyway."

"...Is this something a parent should say?"

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