Father passed away suddenly. Lin Mo received the call while standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of a city office building, watching the dense traffic below. On the other end of the phone was the choked voice of neighbor Aunt Wang: 'Mo Mo, your mother is alone in the old house. You need to come back.'
He booked tickets overnight. The train crossed most of China; outside the window, high-rises gradually turned into fields, then into familiar mountain silhouettes. Lin Mo was thirty-two this year, had been doing design work in the north for eight years, and his career was passable, but his love life had always been blank. It wasn’t that he had never dated, it was just that he always felt as if something was missing in his heart, and he couldn’t say what.
The old house is in the suburbs, with blue bricks and gray tiles, and an old locust tree in the yard. Su Wan stood at the door waiting for him, wearing a plain cheongsam-style home dress, her hair loosely tied at the back. She's fifty-two this year, with well-maintained skin and clear, bright eyes, though there are a few fine lines at the corners. Seeing her son get out of the car, she first smiled, then suppressed it, saying softly, 'It's good that you're back.'
Lin Mo put down his luggage and hugged his mother. Su Wan's body stiffened slightly in his embrace, then relaxed, her palm gently patting his back. In that moment, Lin Mo smelled the faint scent of soap on her, mixed with a hint of the old house's wooden aroma.
Dinner was prepared by Su Wan. Braised pork ribs, stir-fried seasonal vegetables, and a bowl of rib soup. Lin Mo ate heartily, while Su Wan sat across from him, occasionally serving him food, speaking little. After the meal, she cleared the dishes, and Lin Mo went to the yard to smoke. Under the old locust tree was a stone table where he sat, watching the last traces of sunset disappear from the horizon.
It started raining at night. The raindrops pattered on the tiles, the sound dense and constant. Lin Mo slept in the east side room, and Su Wan stayed in the west side room. Between them was a small hall. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, got up to pour some water, and when he passed through the small hall, he saw that his mother’s door was ajar, with a faint light glowing inside.
He stood for a while, and in the end still walked over and knocked gently. “Mom, still not asleep?”
“Come in.” Su Wan's voice was a little hoarse.
There was only a small desk lamp in the room. Su Wan leaned against the headboard, holding an old photo album. Lin Mo approached and saw photos of himself as a child inside the album, along with pictures of his parents when they were young. Su Wan looked up at him, her eyes slightly red: 'Your father left too suddenly; there were many things he didn't have time to say.'
Lin Mo sat by the bed. Su Wan handed him the photo album, her fingers accidentally brushing against the back of his hand. The touch was light, yet it made Lin Mo's heart tighten. He lowered his head to flip through the photos, suddenly feeling his mother's gaze fixed on his face, lingering for a long time.
“Momo,” Su Wan said in a low voice, “all these years you’ve been out there alone, you’ve worked hard.”
“Mom, you too.”
As the words fell, only the sound of rain remained in the room. Su Wan suddenly reached out and touched his hair, like when he was a child. The gesture was light, carrying a hint of hesitation. Lin Mo didn't dodge. He looked up, meeting his mother's eyes. Those eyes held sorrow, weariness, and something he couldn't quite name at the moment.
That night, they just sat and talked for a long time. They talked about their father, the past, and those trivial matters buried deep in their hearts by time. It wasn't until early morning that Su Wan said, 'Go to sleep, we have things to do tomorrow.'
Lin Mo returned to his room but could no longer sleep. The warmth from his mother touching his hair seemed to linger on his skin.
In the next few days, the two began sorting through their father’s belongings together. Old clothes, letters, tools. Su Wan would occasionally freeze, staring blankly at some item. Lin Mo would walk over and gently take her hand. At first it was only to comfort her, but gradually it became a habit. Hand holding hand, neither of them let go first.
One afternoon, the rain started again. The two of them sat in the living room sorting through old books. Su Wan suddenly said, 'Momo, do you remember when you were little? You had a fever, and I held you all night.'
“Remember.” Lin Mo nodded. “You haven’t slept at all.”
Su Wan smiled, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes: 'Back then you were so small, but now you're already so much taller than me.'
As she spoke, she gestured with her hand to indicate his shoulder. The movement caused her sleeve to brush against his arm. Lin Mo's breath hitched for a moment. Looking at his mother's face so close, he suddenly felt his heart beating too fast.
That night, Lin Mo had a dream. In the dream, his mother was wearing clothes from her youth, standing under the old locust tree, waving to him. He walked over, but she suddenly moved close, her lips pressing against his. He jolted awake, covered in sweat, his lower body already painfully hard.
He sat up, turned on the light, and looked at his own reaction, shame surging through him. That was his mother. How could he...
But beneath the shame was a deeper, impossible-to-disperse desire.
The next day, he deliberately avoided Su Wan. He kept his head down during meals, avoided eye contact when speaking. Su Wan noticed but didn't ask. Only when he returned to his room at night, he found an extra cup of warm milk and a note by the bedside: 'Rest early, don't overthink.'
The handwriting on the note was familiar, carrying a bit of her unique gentleness. Lin Mo stared at those few words and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
On the third night, the rain fell even heavier. Thunder rumbled, and the entire old mansion seemed to tremble. Lin Mo couldn't sleep, got up to get water, and passing through the small hall, he heard faint movements from the west wing. He walked over; the door was ajar again.
He pushed the door open. Su Wan was sitting by the bed, wearing a thin nightgown, her long hair loose around her shoulders. The light was off, and only the occasional lightning outside the window illuminated her profile. She saw him and was not surprised, only said softly, "Can't sleep?"
“Mm.”
Lin Mo walked in and sat down beside her. The distance was very close. Su Wan had a faint fragrance on her, mixed with the dampness after the rain. He turned his head and saw a fine sweat above her collarbone.
"Mom..." he said, his voice tight.
Su Wan didn't speak. She raised her hand and once again stroked his hair. This time, her fingers didn't leave immediately but slid down along his cheek, stopping at his jawline.
Lin Mo grabbed her hand. Both their breaths became ragged.
“Momo,” Su Wan’s voice was very low, with a hint of trembling, “these past few days, I’ve been thinking... was I being too much.”
“What?”
"For you... my feelings don't seem to be just what a mother should have."
As soon as the words were spoken, the air seemed to freeze. Lin Mo stared at her, his heart pounding like a drum. He didn't back away; instead, he tightened his grip on her hand and pulled her closer.
“Mom, me too.”
The next second, their lips met. At first it was just a tentative touch, but it quickly turned into an urgent, deep kiss. Su Wan’s hands climbed onto his shoulders, and Lin Mo’s arms wrapped around her waist. Her nightgown was very thin, and he could feel the warmth and softness of her body.
As they kissed while out of breath, the two separated a little. Su Wan’s eyes were moist, her voice hoarse: “If we continue... there’ll be no going back.”
Lin Mo looked at her, saying seriously: 'I don't want to go back.'
Su Wan closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them again, they held complete surrender. She leaned forward actively and kissed him again. This time, the kiss was deeper, tongues entwining, breaths mingling. Lin Mo's hand slid up from her waist, grasping her breast through the thin fabric. Su Wan trembled lightly but did not push him away; instead, she pressed her body closer.
The two of them fell onto the bed. Lin Mo pressed down on top of her, kissed her neck and collarbone, and undid the buttons of her nightdress. Underneath was simple underwear, which he slowly took off. Su Wan’s body emerged in the dim light, mature and full, her breasts rising and falling gently with each breath. Lin Mo lowered his head and took one side into his mouth, circling with the tip of his tongue and lightly nibbling with his teeth. Su Wan let out faint moans, her fingers burying themselves in his hair.
His hand moved downward, into the space between her legs. There, she was already wet. His fingers gently parted the soft slit and slowly went in. Su Wan’s waist arched, and she said in a suppressed voice, “Momo... slower...”
“Good.” He kissed her earlobe, his fingers slowly moving inside, his thumb pressing on a sensitive spot above. Su Wan’s breathing grew more and more rapid, her body trembling slightly.
Lin Mo took off his own clothes. The two faced each other naked. He lifted her legs, pressing against the entrance. Su Wan looked at him, desire in her eyes, along with a final trace of clarity: 'Really...?'
“Yes.” Lin Mo replied in a low voice, then slowly entered.
At that moment, both of them let out long sighs. Su Wan's inside was tight and hot, enveloping him. Lin Mo paused for a while, letting her adjust, then began to slowly thrust. Each entry went a little deeper. Su Wan's legs wrapped around his waist, her hands gripping the sheets, intermittent moans escaping her mouth.
The sound of rain, thunder, and the subtle noise of flesh colliding mixed together. Lin Mo kissed her, quickening his pace below. Su Wan's reactions grew stronger, her inner walls contracting in waves. Sensing she was nearing her peak, he reached to rub her front. Su Wan suddenly tensed, letting out a suppressed sob as her climax hit. Lin Mo, overwhelmed by her tightness, also groaned and released inside her.
Afterward, the two lay together, drenched in sweat. Su Wan buried her face in his chest and said muffledly, “We... really did it.”
Lin Mo held her tightly: 'Mm. No regrets.'
Su Wan was silent for a long time before saying softly, 'I don't regret it either. It's just... what do we do from now on?'
“From now on will be from now on.” Lin Mo kissed her forehead. “Right now, I just want to hold you tight a little longer.”
That night, they did it once more. This time was even slower and deeper. Su Wan actively rode on top of him, her waist undulating, her long hair falling. Lin Mo held her waist, watching her sink into ecstasy on him, feeling a surge of immense satisfaction and possessiveness in his heart.
In the days that followed, the two completely let go. They spent the day tidying the house, cooking, and talking in the yard, like ordinary mother and son. But at night, they would linger in each other’s rooms until daybreak.
Once, Lin Mo entered her from behind. Su Wan knelt on the bed, hands braced, her body rocking back and forth with his thrusts. He leaned down to kiss her spine, his hand reaching around to knead her breasts. Su Wan's voice was soft and seductive: 'Mo Mo... deeper...'
Once again, he went all the way in. The two of them reached the peak together.
Another time was in the bathroom. Hot water showered down as Suwan leaned against the wall, and Linmo lifted one of her legs, entering her from the front. The sound of water masked their moans. After finishing, the two embraced under the hot water, unwilling to part for a long time.
Sometimes, Su Wan would look at him afterward, her gaze complex: 'Do you still call me Mom?'
Lin Mo kissed her lips: 'Call me. Outside, you're Mom, but in bed... you're my woman.'
Su Wan blushed, but did not refute.
A month later, things at the old house were basically settled. Lin Mo should have returned to the city, but he hesitated. Su Wan did not urge him either. The two of them sat in the courtyard, watching the leaves of the old pagoda tree sway in the wind.
“Or... why don’t you stay for a while?” Su Wan said softly.
Lin Mo grasped her hand: 'Okay. I'll stay.'
At night, they embraced again. This time, Su Wan was even more主动. She took him into her mouth, carefully licking and teasing until he was hard and swollen. Then she sat on top herself, slowly lowering down and beginning to rise and fall. Lin Mo watched her body undulate in the moonlight, reached out to hold her waist, and thrust upward in sync with her.
Su Wan's moans grew louder and louder, finally climaxing amidst intense tremors. Lin Mo also came inside her.
Afterward, Su Wan lay on his chest and said in a satisfied, hoarse voice: “From now on... let’s do it like this. The two of us, neither of us says anything.”
Lin Mo held her tightly: 'Mm. Just like this.'
Days passed one by one. To outsiders, their relationship remained that of an ordinary mother and son. Only in the nights behind closed doors did they completely release that forbidden desire. Lin Mo learned how to make Su Wan happier, with his fingers, his tongue, and different positions. Su Wan also became more and more uninhibited. During the day, she would deliberately get close to him, whispering things only the two of them understood, making him even more eager at night.
One night, the thunderstorm came again. The two started right on the living room sofa. Su Wan straddled his legs, her skirt lifted, wearing nothing underneath. Lin Mo entered directly, hands supporting her buttocks, thrusting upward forcefully. Su Wan hugged his neck, kissing him, her body lifted and dropped again and again.
After it ended, she leaned in his arms and said softly: 'I always thought this was wrong before. Now... I just feel I can't leave you.'
Lin Mo kissed the top of her head: 'Me too.'
Time continued to pass. Lin Mo ultimately decided to handle his work remotely and stay long-term at the old house. Su Wan did not object. Together, they rearranged the rooms, connecting the east and west wings to form a larger bedroom. At night, they no longer slept separately.
Sometimes waking up in the morning, Lin Mo would hug her from behind, slowly entering. Su Wan responds half-asleep, her body soft and warm. After finishing, the two make breakfast together, like an ordinary couple, yet carrying that secret only they know.
The story does not have a dramatic ending. It's just two adults, in a secluded mansion, choosing each other. The line of ethics was crossed long ago, leaving behind the calm after the fall, and the irresistible, day-after-day desire.
The rain is still falling. The stone table under the old locust tree was wet from the rain. Inside the room, their bodies tangled together once more. Su Wan's moans were drowned out by the rain, Lin Mo's panting close to her ear.
"Mom..." he called her in a low voice.
Su Wan responded to him, her voice carrying laughter and desire: 'Call my name.'
“Su Wan.”
“Mm.”
This time, they did it longer, more thoroughly. Until the rain outside gradually ceased, and a faint light appeared on the horizon.
Lin Mo held her, feeling her heartbeat synchronize with his. The forbidden bloodline, at this moment, completely succumbed, yet also found a strange kind of wholeness.
The faint light on the horizon gradually expanded, and the air after the rain carried the fresh scent of earth and vegetation. Lin Mo did not immediately let go of Su Wan, but buried his face in the crook of her neck, breathing deeply the lingering sweat and the scent of lust on her body. Su Wan’s fingers gently combed through his hair, her movements slow and intimate, as if confirming that this body truly belonged to her.
“Daybreak has come.” She said softly.
“Mm.” Lin Mo responded, but showed no intention of getting up. His palm pressed against her smooth back, sliding down along her spine inch by inch until it stopped at the small of her back. Su Wan shivered slightly, her legs unconsciously coming together, only to be gently parted by his knee.
“More?” she asked, with a hint of hoarse amusement in her voice.
Lin Mo raised his head, kissing the corner of her eye: 'I wanted to see you again.'
He flipped over and pinned her beneath him, his knees forcing her legs apart. Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains and fell on her, illuminating those breasts that were slightly flushed from the recent lovemaking, as well as the damp marks left on her lower abdomen. Lin Mo lowered his head, kissed her collarbone first, then moved all the way down, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it carefully with the tip of his tongue. Su Wan’s breathing immediately grew ragged; her fingers clutched the bedsheet, and her waist involuntarily arched upward.
He did not rush to enter, but instead slowly tormented her with his lips and teeth. His other hand reached between her legs, and his middle finger slid in along the moist slit, moving shallowly. Su Wan's inner walls still retained the sensitivity from before, contracting with the slightest touch. She bit her lower lip, suppressing her voice, yet still let out tiny whimpers.
“Say it out loud.” Lin Mo raised his head, his voice husky, “It’s only us here.”
Su Wan looked at him, her eyes slightly red, finally releasing her teeth and letting out a long, drawn-out moan. Lin Mo added a second finger, his thumb gently rubbing the spot above. Su Wan's legs tightened around his arm, her body beginning to tremble finely. He sensed she was close, but deliberately slowed his pace, keeping her teetering on the edge.
“Momo... don’t... don’t do this...”
“How?” He kissed her lower abdomen, his voice tinged with a smile, “If you want it, say it yourself.”
Su Wan's face burned fiercely, yet she still whispered two words: 'Come in...'
Lin Mo withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his own already hard and swollen desire, pressing against the entrance. He didn't immediately plunge all the way in, but only entered the tip, grinding slowly. Su Wan writhed impatiently, wanting to meet him, but he held her hips down.
“Why so impatient.” He leaned down and kissed her, “Let me feel you slowly.”
Each time, he would only go halfway in, then pull out, then go in again. Su Wan was ground until her whole body went soft, her insides contracting repeatedly, wanting to swallow him deeper. Finally, Lin Mo could no longer hold back, sinking his waist and burying himself completely. Both let out sighs of satisfaction. He began thrusting rhythmically, each time hitting the deepest spot, then slowly pulling out, bringing out sticky, wet sounds.
Su Wan's legs wrapped around his waist, her heels pressing against his back, pulling him deeper into her body. Lin Mo's hands braced beside her ears as he looked down at her face, flushed with desire. In the morning light, her eyes were moist and bright, her lips slightly parted, trembling lightly each time he hit a sensitive spot.
“Su Wan...” he called her name, his voice so low it was almost a breath.
“Mm…”
“I love you.”
Su Wan's body stiffened abruptly, then clenched around him even tighter. She reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, her voice choked with tears: 'Me too... for a long time...'
This sentence seemed to ignite something. Lin Mo's movements suddenly turned fierce, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Su Wan's moans could no longer be suppressed, spilling out one after another, mingling with the sound of flesh colliding, especially clear in the quiet morning. Her climax came urgently and violently, her inner walls convulsing intensely, making Lin Mo's scalp tingle. He growled, releasing everything into her deepest part.
The two held each other tightly, their heartbeats gradually syncing. Birds began chirping outside the window, and the old house’s wooden beams made faint sounds in the morning light. Lin Mo did not pull out; keeping their joined position, he lay down on his side and pulled her entire body into his arms.
Su Wan's fingers traced circles on his chest, then she suddenly said softly, 'In the future... what if someone asks?'
"Just say the son is staying with his mother," Lin Mo kissed the top of her head. "How others see it is their business. Once the door is closed, you are mine."
Su Wan was silent for a moment, then nodded. She pressed her face closer, her voice muffled: 'I always used to think I was old, that I shouldn't have these thoughts. But as soon as you came back, I... couldn't control myself.'
“Then don’t hold back.” Lin Mo’s palm pressed against her lower back, gently rubbing it, “From now on, just listen to your body.”
That day they barely got out of bed. When they got hungry at noon, Lin Mo finally got up to make something simple in the kitchen. Su Wan, wearing his shirt and bare-legged, followed him out, hugging his waist from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. As Lin Mo stir-fried, her hand slipped under his shirt hem and wandered over his abdomen. Halfway through cooking, he directly turned off the stove and pressed her onto the kitchen counter.
Su Wan sat on the countertop, legs apart, Lin Mo stood between her legs, entering her again. This position went very deep. Su Wan tilted her head back, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, letting out suppressed gasps each time he thrust deep. Occasionally, wind blew outside the window, rustling the leaves, as if covering for them.
After it ended, the two ate a simple lunch at the kitchen table. Su Wan's legs were still weak, occasionally she would clench them, feeling what he left inside slowly flow out. Lin Mo saw this, reached under the table to touch her knee, his eyes darkening.
“I’ll clean up later tonight.” He said in a low voice.
Su Wan blushed, but did not object.
In the afternoon, they tidied up the courtyard together. The stone table under the old pagoda tree had been washed clean by the rain. Lin Mo cut off some dead branches, and Su Wan watered nearby. Occasionally their eyes would meet and pause for a few seconds, immediately making the air thick and sticky. In the evening, Su Wan went to take a shower, and Lin Mo followed her in. In the hot water, he held her from behind, one hand kneading her chest, the other reaching between her legs. Su Wan leaned back against him and let him toy with her, until she reached a small climax first, then turned around, knelt down, and took him into her mouth.
Hot water showered over both of them. Su Wan's hair was soaked, clinging to her cheeks. She attentively took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip, occasionally looking up at him. Lin Mo's fingers threaded through her hair, not forcing, just gently guiding. When he was close, he tried to pull out, but Su Wan pressed on his leg, taking him fully into her mouth until he released into her throat.
Afterward, Su Wan raised her head, a little white filth still at the corner of her mouth. Lin Mo pulled her up and kissed her hard, swallowing those tastes together.
At night, they changed positions. Su Wan lay on the bed, and Lin Mo entered from behind, one hand pressing her waist, the other reaching around to knead her front. Su Wan’s face was buried in the pillow, her voice muffled into broken fragments. Lin Mo deliberately slowed down, each stroke deep and slow, letting her clearly feel the process of being filled. Su Wan couldn’t bear it and arched back to meet him, but he held her down and wouldn’t let her move on her own.
“Beg me.” He bent down against her back, his voice low and hoarse.
Su Wan's ears were flushed red, yet she still said in a soft voice, 'Please... hurry...'
Only then did Lin Mo speed up. Soon, the room was filled only with the sound of bodies colliding and Su Wan's increasingly loud moans. When she climaxed, her whole body trembled, her inner walls tightly gripping him. Lin Mo, gripped by her, could no longer hold back, releasing everything inside.
Afterward, he did not pull out immediately, and stayed lying on his side holding her in that position. Su Wan’s breathing gradually steadied, and her fingers reached back to hold his hand.
“Momo,” she suddenly said, “if we keep living like this... will you someday get tired of it?”
Lin Mo rested his chin on her shoulder, thinking seriously: 'No. You're different.'
“How is it different?”
“She’s my mom, and also the woman I want.” He kissed her earlobe. “Those two identities overlapped, and it only made me want her more.”
Su Wan was silent for a long time before softly uttering an 'Mmm.'
In the days that followed, their lives gradually formed a strange rhythm. By day, they were like an ordinary mother and son: buying groceries together, cooking, cleaning the old house, and drinking tea in the yard. Occasionally, when neighbors came by to visit, Su Wan would naturally call him “Mo Mo,” and Lin Mo would obediently answer. But once the door was closed, all that politeness would disappear at once.
Sometimes when Su Wan is cooking in the kitchen, Lin Mo would press against her from behind, his hand reaching into her apron, fondling her breasts over her clothes. Su Wan flips the spatula while being made weak in the legs by him, finally having to turn off the stove and being pressed against the refrigerator for a session. Sometimes watching TV at night, Su Wan sits on his lap, wearing nothing under her skirt, he enters directly, and the two move slowly to the sound of the TV. Su Wan's back leans against his chest, occasionally turning her head to kiss him, like sharing a secret only they know.
One night, the thunderstorm visited again. This time they didn't return to the bedroom, staying right on the living room sofa. Su Wan straddled him, controlling the rhythm herself, rising and falling. Lin Mo looked up at her, watching her sink into him, watching her breasts sway with the motion, watching her bite her lower lip to suppress her voice yet unable to hold back her moans. He reached out and held her waist, thrusting upward in sync, each stroke deep and precise.
When Su Wan climaxed, her whole body went limp against him, her inner walls contracting in waves. Lin Mo held her, continuing with small movements, drawing out her afterglow. Afterwards, Su Wan lay on his chest, her voice hoarse with satisfaction: 'This... feels like a dream.'
“It’s not a dream.” Lin Mo kissed her hair, “It’s real.”
Time continued to move forward. Lin Mo completely transitioned his northern job to remote work, and when occasional business trips were necessary, he tried to shorten them. Every time he returned, Su Wan would wait for him at the door. Before the luggage was even set down, the two would already be kissing, often starting right in the foyer.
Once when he returned from a three-day business trip, Su Wan almost pushed him against the wall. She knelt down, urgently unzipped his pants, and took his already half-hard thing into her mouth. Lin Mo leaned against the wall, fingers in her hair, panting softly. Su Wan did it eagerly and earnestly until he came in her mouth. Then she looked up, eyes slightly red: 'Missed you.'
Lin Mo pulled her up and directly carried her to the table in the living room. Her skirt was pushed up to her waist. Without any foreplay, he plunged his entire length inside. Su Wan gasped softly in pain, yet spread her legs wider. Lin Mo lowered his head to kiss her, thrusting forcefully below as if to release all the longing of these three days. Su Wan was pushed until the table gently shook, her fingers gripping the edge, her voice soft and seductive.
After it ended, the two held each other in that position for a long time. Su Wan's fingers lightly scratched his back, her voice muffled: 'Next time, don't be gone so long.'
"Okay." Lin Mo agreed readily.
Days passed like this, one by one. The old house gradually took on a new atmosphere in their shared life. Flowers were replanted in the yard, rooms were rearranged, even the kitchen seasonings were changed to the brands Su Wan liked. To outsiders, it was just a son being filial, living with his mother. But only they themselves knew that every time the door closed, it was a complete surrender.
One autumn night, the moon was very round. The two lay on a temporary blanket spread in the courtyard, naked and facing each other. The night wind blew, making Su Wan's body slightly cool. Lin Mo covered her whole body beneath him and entered her. This time it was done extremely slowly, as if savoring it. Su Wan's legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers tangled in his hair, her eyes looking at the night sky.
“Momo,” she suddenly said softly, “if time could stop at this moment, that would be great.”
Lin Mo kissed her lips, his lower body continuing to move slowly: 'Then let it stop.'
Su Wan smiled, tears in her eyes, but not of sadness. She lifted her hips to meet him, and under the moonlight, the two reached their peak together once more. In the afterglow of climax, Lin Mo felt her heartbeat synchronize with his, that familiar, forbidden, yet complete feeling surging up again.
People connected by blood filled each other in the most forbidden way. And they no longer wanted to turn back.
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