Chapter 59: Desperate Situation! Chen Weining's Helpless Choice!
Outside the door were my daughter Tang Yating and two of her classmates.

My daughter is still knocking on the door.

Chen Weining was a little desperate. She didn't dare to imagine the scene of her and Shen Mo being discovered by the three people outside.

She was so anxious that her pretty face turned red and sweat appeared on her fair forehead. She seemed to be able to hear her own heartbeat, fast and intense, as if the end of the world was approaching.

Suddenly, she had an idea.

Although it was summer at this time, she was used to sleeping with the air conditioner on and a small quilt on her bed.

So he continued to press his back against the door, waving his hands, motioning Shen Mo to come over and close the curtains, and then lie down on the bed.

It was not until Shen Mo understood, tiptoed over and gently closed the curtains, hid his shoes under the small cabinet, and then lay down under the small quilt and covered his head that she breathed a sigh of relief.

Once the thick curtains were drawn, the bedroom suddenly became dim.

"Mom, are you ready? Can you let me in?"

Tang Yating felt a little strange after waiting for so long and started to push the door.

Chen Weining couldn't help but get very anxious.

She originally planned to go out and greet the three of them after Shen Mo hid himself.

In this way, Tang Yating could avoid entering her bedroom and discovering Shen Mo.

However, judging from my daughter's intention, she would not give up until she entered the house, and trying to stop her by force would only arouse suspicion.

In a hurry, she didn't care much.

"Tingting, Mom is feeling a little uncomfortable. Can you help me get a glass of water?"

"okay."

This reason sounded barely reasonable, as it prevented the two guests in the living room from thinking that she was impolite for not even coming out to say hello to her daughter's classmate who was visiting.

Hearing her daughter's footsteps leaving, Chen Weining no longer cared about her shame, and she did something she would never have dared to think of in the past.

I saw her lifting the quilt and lying down in it with the fragrance.

But there is more to it than that.

Just as Shen Mo was stunned, Chen Weining did something that shocked him beyond words.

She first lifted the quilt high with her feet, then grabbed Shen Mo's arm and pulled him over to straddle her body.

Then she spread her legs again, clamped Shen Mo tightly under her body, and pulled a pillow over and placed it on the quilt on her chest.

This creates an extremely ambiguous posture.

She lay on her back on the bed with her legs spread and knees raised, while Shen Mo lay on top of her. Except for the thin clothes, the two of them were almost in close contact.

But from the outside, it looked like Chen Weining was just lying on her back with her knees bent, hugging a pillow and taking a rest.

Thanks to the thick curtains, the bedroom is dark enough.

Fortunately, Chen Weining was tall enough to protect Shen Mo.

If one of the two conditions is missing, this posture will be completely unfeasible.

Shen Mo was stunned for a moment!
He lay face down, pressed tightly against Chen Weining's body, and an unprecedented strong feminine fragrance rushed into his nostrils.

It seems to have a hint of sweet milk flavor?

He had dreamed of this scene a few days ago, but he didn't expect it to become a reality today.

This series of actions took only 2-3 seconds from start to finish.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Tang Yating walked into the bedroom holding a glass of water.

"Mom, why is it so dark in the room?"

She frowned and was about to turn on the light.

Chen Weining's heart was about to jump out.

"Don't turn on the light! Tingting, Mom is a little tired, let me lie down for a while."

"Oh."

Tang Yating's hand was about to touch the switch, but she responded nonchalantly and stopped.

She held the cup and walked to the bedside slowly, handing the water to her mother. Chen Weining took it and drank two sips, then casually placed the cup on the small cabinet on the right side of the bed.

"Thank you, Tingting. Let me rest for a while." She pretended nothing had happened and closed her eyes slightly, making an expression as if she didn't want to communicate.

She did this because she wanted her daughter to get out quickly.

Who knew that Tang Yating wouldn't buy it at all.

"Mom, you don't feel well? Do you have a fever?" She actually sat on the edge of the bed and put her hand on her mother's forehead.

Listening to the movements and sounds so close, Shen Mo in the quilt didn't dare to move or make any sound.

Fortunately, before he lay down in the quilt, he reached into his trouser pocket and turned off his cell phone.

Otherwise, if the phone vibrates or rings at this time, the scene would be unimaginable.

Chen Weining's heart beat faster and faster as she watched her daughter getting closer and closer.

At such a close distance, if there is anything unusual between the two people, they will be discovered immediately.

"Oh, it's okay. I don't have a fever. I just feel a little tired." She did not reach out to stop her daughter's hand, and let her put it on her forehead.

At this time, she didn't dare to make even the slightest movement.

"Mom, your forehead seems a little hot. Do you want me to help you get up and go see a doctor?" Tang Yating looked concerned and spoke in an anxious tone.

Chen Weining complained in her heart, "No, I'm just a little tired, I just need to lie down and rest for a while."

How could she not know the reason why her forehead was hot?

The silence under the quilt and on her body was like a small stove, constantly burning her body.

Shen Mo's situation was not much better.

In the darkness, he felt the body beneath him gradually warming up, warm, fragrant, and soft, which made his blood boil.

Chen Weining's stockings had been taken off, and at this moment, a pair of smooth and delicate legs were quietly clamping his arms, with skin touching skin.

As for the upper body, as the temperature in the quilt rose, the thin short-sleeves of the two people were soaked with sweat, and they were in almost zero-distance contact.

What is more worth mentioning is that, perhaps because Chen Weining's actions just now were a bit intense, her hip skirt had unconsciously slipped up a lot, almost unable to cover her legs, and even had a tendency to retreat upwards.

The warm and soft touch stimulated Shen Mo's face.

How can an eighteen-year-old body withstand this!

Shen Mo only felt that the hormones in his body were expanding wildly, and the angry dragon raised its head in a very short time.

This posture is too ambiguous.

The dim light penetrated through the gap in the quilt, and he could see an alluring whiteness.

This made his head a little hot, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind - a kiss?
Even if there was no one else in the bedroom, he could cross the line with just the slightest movement.

However, at this extremely tense moment, we must not do such a thing.

Shen Mo could only hold on with great difficulty.

But I really want to take a bite of the snow-white Mount Everest!

What he didn't know was that Chen Weining was also struggling!

In all these years, I have never had such large-scale contact with a man, especially in this position.

She felt Shen Mo's breath, which made her skin itchy.

What shocked her even more was that she felt the horrible change in Shen Mo.

This brat!
What a jerk!

She cursed inwardly.

Fortunately, Chen Weining's bed was far away from the window, just against the wall on the side of the door.

With the curtains drawn and the door closed, the bedroom was dark.

Tang Yating, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, had no idea what was going on between the two.

"Mom, you're sweating and you're still covered with a blanket."

She touched her mother's forehead and felt a little sweat seeping out. She reached out and picked up a corner of the quilt and was about to pull it up...

(End of this chapter)