Lu Mo smiled slightly, walked over, and held the mirror up to Ye Qingqing, deliberately saying, "You're already 33, let me see if you have any wrinkles, where are they?"
"No...not even a single wrinkle!"
Ye Qingqing was furious. She snatched the mirror and nervously looked at herself, hoping that she wouldn't actually have wrinkles. She used her own top-grade snow skin cream every day. Saying that her skin was flawless was a bit of an exaggeration, but it was still fair skin, better than many young girls in their twenties!
Lu Mo smiled slightly, picked up the mirror again, and pretended to look at himself for a few moments. "It seems like there's no problem. He looks the same as when he was eighteen."
Ye Qingqing was overjoyed and in a better mood. She gave him a coquettish look, thinking that he knew what was good for him.
She looked at herself in the mirror for a long time. She was beautiful, with fair and delicate skin. She looked great even without makeup, without any problems. Of course, she couldn't compare to when she was eighteen. Back then, her face was full of collagen. Now her face was thinner, but she had lost the youthful innocence of those days.
Youth cannot be retained no matter how expensive the skincare products are.
"Oh dear, you're forty already, the age of no confusion, you're practically an uncle now!" Ye Qingqing teased deliberately, even calling him "uncle."
Lu Mo raised an eyebrow and moved closer, his body radiating moisture. Ye Qingqing stepped back, her face flushing as she saw only honey-colored muscles. She patted him, saying, "You're all wet, stay away from me."
"There's nothing much going on today, so why don't you stay here?" Lu Mo's eyes gleamed as he moved even closer.
"Mom and An'an are downstairs. What would it look like if we didn't go down?" Ye Qingqing glared. Although she was tempted, she was determined not to agree. How could she explain such a thing to the children in broad daylight?
Kids these days are so clever. Unlike before, when you could just say a child was pulled out of the armpit and the silly kids would believe it, quiet kids aren't so easily fooled.
Moreover, almost every child asks where they came from, and every parent gives a similar answer: either they were picked up from a trash can or pulled out from under their armpit. Very few parents give a serious answer about the origin of life.
One day, Jingjing suddenly ran over and asked Ye Qingqing this question. Ye Qingqing casually said that it was pulled from under the armpit. Jingjing looked very serious at the time, and then ran to tinker with it with An'an.
Ye Qingqing didn't take this to heart; she thought it was a very small matter. But a few days later, An Anjing quietly and very seriously explained to Ye Qingqing that she lacked common sense and that the origin of a child was a very serious matter.
"Dad's tadpole and Mom's egg cell met in Mom's little room, and then the baby was born. The armpit is not the exit of the little room, so the baby can't come out. It comes out like Mom poops."
Jingjing found the information and, with her own understanding, read it aloud. Ye Qingqing laughed until her stomach hurt, like she was taking a dump—it was quite a vivid description.
But the conversation between the two children that followed left Ye Qingqing both amused and exasperated.
"Mommy, when we were born, were we covered in a lot of poop? Ugh...it stinks..." Jingjing wrinkled her little face in disgust.
"Mom, were we fished out of the toilet? Luckily we can swim, so we weren't swept away." An'an's train of thought was even more peculiar.
"How could you know how to swim when you just came out?" Jingjing retorted.
“Didn’t I say it’s a tadpole? Of course tadpoles can swim.” An’an looked at her sister with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.
After thinking quietly for a while, she wholeheartedly agreed, "Yes, the book says we are the strongest tadpoles that evolved from, so we must be great swimmers."
Ye Qingqing...
It sounds like it makes a lot of sense.
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