Father passed away suddenly. Lin Mo received the call while standing before the floor-to-ceiling window of a city office building, watching the traffic flow below. On the other end of the line was neighbor Aunt Wang's choked voice: 'Mo Mo, your mom is alone in the old house. You need to come back.'
He booked a ticket overnight. The train crossed most of China, and outside the window the high-rises gradually turned into fields, then into the familiar silhouette of mountains. Lin Mo is thirty-two this year, and has worked in design in the north for eight years. His career is decent enough, but his love life has always been blank. It wasn’t that he had never dated; he just always felt that 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 courtyard. Su Wan stood at the door waiting for him, wearing a plain cheongsam-style house dress, her hair loosely tied up at the back. She is fifty-two this year, her skin is well-maintained, her eyes are clear and bright, only a few fine wrinkles at the corners. Seeing her son get out of the car, she first smiled, then suppressed the smile, just 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 caught the faint scent of soap on her, mixed with a hint of the old house's wooden smell.
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, there was a stone table where he sat, watching the last glow of sunset disappear from the horizon.
It started raining at night. Raindrops pattered densely on the tiles. Lin Mo slept in the east wing, Su Wan stayed in the west wing. A small hall lay between them. He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, got up to fetch water, and as he passed through the small hall, he saw his mother's door slightly ajar, a faint light shining from within.
He stood for a while, and in the end still walked over and gently knocked: “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 in 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, many words were left unsaid.'
Lin Mo sat down by the bed. Su Wan handed him the photo album, her fingers inadvertently 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 softly, “these years you’ve been out there on your own. 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 movement was very light, carrying a hint of hesitation. Lin Mo did not avoid it. He looked up and met his mother's eyes. In those eyes were 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 fathers, the past, and those trivial matters pressed deep in their hearts by time. It was past midnight when Su Wan finally said, 'Go to sleep, we have things to do tomorrow.'
Lin Mo returned to his own room but could no longer fall asleep. The warmth from his mother touching his hair seemed to linger on his skin.
Over the next few days, the two of them began sorting through their father’s belongings together. Old clothes, letters, tools. Su Wan would occasionally freeze, staring blankly at something. Lin Mo would then walk over and gently take her hand. At first it was only comfort, but gradually it became a habit. Hands held hands, and neither of them let go first.
One afternoon, the rain started again. The two of them sat in the living room sorting old books. Su Wan suddenly said, 'Mo Mo, do you remember when you were little? You had a fever, and I held you all night.'
“Remember.” Lin Mo nodded. “You still haven't slept.”
Su Wan smiled, tears glistening in the corners of her eyes. 'You were so small back then, and now you're already so much taller than me.'
As she spoke, she gestured to indicate his shoulder height. The movement caused her sleeve to brush against his arm. Lin Mo's breathing 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 woke up with a start, covered in sweat, his lower body already painfully hard.
He sat up, turned on the light, and looked at his own reaction, a strong feeling of shame rising in his heart. That was his mother. How could he...
But beneath the shame is a deeper desire that cannot be driven away.
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 hint 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 heavier. Thunder rolled, and the entire old mansion seemed to tremble. Lin Mo couldn't sleep, got up to get water. Passing through the small hall, he heard faint movements from the west wing. He walked over; the door was ajar again.
He pushed open the door. Su Wan was sitting by the bed, wearing a thin nightgown, her long hair loose around her. The lights were off; only occasional lightning outside the window illuminated her profile. When she saw him, she wasn’t 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 bead of sweat above her collarbone.
“Mom...” he spoke, 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, carrying a slight tremor, “these past few days, I’ve been thinking... was I too much?”
“What?”
“My feelings for you… seem to be more than what a mother should have.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, the air seemed to freeze. Lin Mo stared at her, his heart pounding like a drum. He didn't pull 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 only tentative, but it quickly turned into an urgent deep kiss. Su Wan’s hand climbed onto his shoulder, and Lin Mo’s arm encircled her waist. The nightgown was very thin; he could feel the warmth and softness of her body.
When they were kissing until breathless, the two separated slightly. Su Wan's eyes were moist, her voice hoarse: 'If we continue... there's no going back.'
Lin Mo looked at her and said seriously: 'I don't want to go back.'
Su Wan closed her eyes briefly. When she opened them again, they held complete surrender. She leaned in 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 fell onto the bed. Lin Mo pressed down on her, kissing her neck and collarbone, and unbuttoned the nightgown. Underneath was simple underwear, which he slowly removed. Su Wan’s body emerged in the dim light, mature and full, her breasts rising and falling gently with her breathing. Lin Mo lowered his head and took one side into his mouth, swirling his tongue and lightly nibbling with his teeth. Su Wan let out fine, broken moans, her fingers threading into his hair.
His hand moved downward, reaching between her legs. It was already wet there. His fingers gently parted the soft folds and slowly probed inside. Su Wan's waist arched, and she said in a suppressed voice, “Momo... slower...”
“Good.” He kissed her earlobe, his fingers slowly moving inside, while his thumb pressed 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 answered softly, then slowly entered.
At that moment, both of them let out long sighs. Su Wan's insides were tight and hot, enveloping him. Lin Mo paused for a moment, 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 noises of bodies colliding mixed together. Lin Mo kissed her, speeding up the rhythm below. Su Wan's reactions grew stronger, her inner walls contracting in waves. Sensing she was nearing her peak, he reached out to rub her front. Su Wan suddenly tensed, letting out a suppressed sob as her climax arrived. 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 in a muffled voice, "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?"
"The future will be the future." Lin Mo kissed her forehead, "Right now, I just want to hold you tighter again."
That night, they did it again. This time even slower, even deeper. Su Wan actively rode on top of him, her waist undulating, her long hair falling down. Lin Mo held her waist, watching her sink into ecstasy on top of him, feeling a surge of immense satisfaction and possessiveness in his heart.
After that, the two of them completely let go. During the day they would tidy up the household, cook, and chat in the yard, like an ordinary mother and son. At night, however, they would be entwined in each other’s rooms until dawn.
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 fondle her breasts. Su Wan's voice was soft and seductive: 'Mo Mo... deeper...'
He entered fully once again. The two of them reached the peak together.
Another time in the bathroom. Hot water poured down. Su Wan leaned against the wall, Lin Mo lifted one of her legs, and entered her from the front. The sound of water masked the moans. After finishing, they embraced under the hot water, unwilling to part for a long time.
Sometimes after, Su Wan would look at him, her gaze complex: "Do you still call me Mom?"
Lin Mo kissed her lips: 'Call out. Outside, you're Mom; in bed... you're my woman.'
Su Wan blushed but did not refute.
A month later, the matters concerning 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 sat in the courtyard, watching the leaves of the old locust tree sway in the wind.
“Or... will you stay for a while?” Su Wan said softly.
Lin Mo held her hand: 'Okay. I'll stay.'
At night, they embraced again. This time, Su Wan took the initiative even more thoroughly. She took him into her mouth, licking and teasing carefully until he was hard and swollen. Then she sat on top, slowly lowering herself, and began to rise and fall. Lin Mo watched her body undulating in the moonlight, reached out to hold her waist, and matched her movements by thrusting upward.
Su Wan's moans grew louder and louder, finally climaxing in intense tremors. Lin Mo also came inside her.
Afterward, Su Wan lay on his chest, her voice husky with satisfaction: “From now on... let it be like this. The two of us, and neither of us says a word.”
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 fully 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 forcefully upward. Su Wan hugged his neck, kissing him, her body lifted and dropped again and again.
After it ended, she leaned against him in his arms, softly saying: 'I always thought this was wrong before. Now... I just feel I can't be without 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 into a larger bedroom. At night, they no longer slept separately.
Sometimes when waking up in the morning, Lin Mo would hold her from behind and slowly enter. Su Wan would respond in a half-asleep state, her body soft and warm. After finishing, the two would make breakfast together, like an ordinary couple, yet carrying that secret only they knew.
The story doesn't 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 uncontrollable, day-after-day desire.
The rain was 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 masked by the sound of 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: "Say my name."
“Su Wan.”
“Mm.”
This time, they did it longer, more thoroughly. Until the rain outside the window 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.
That faint light on the horizon gradually expanded. The air after the rain carried the fresh scent of earth and plants. Lin Mo didn't immediately let go of Su Wan. Instead, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking deep breaths of the lingering scent of sweat and desire 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.
“Dawn has broken.” she said softly.
“Mm.” Lin Mo responded, but made no move to get up. His palm rested on her smooth back, sliding down along her spine inch by inch until it stopped at the small of her back. Su Wan trembled slightly, her legs unconsciously pressing together, but then his knee gently parted them again.
“Still want more?” she asked, a trace of hoarse amusement in her voice.
Lin Mo raised his head and kissed the corner of her eye: 'I wanted to see you again.'
He rolled over and pinned her beneath him, his knee prying her legs apart. Morning light slipped through the gap in the curtains and fell on her, illuminating those breasts that were still faintly red from the lovemaking just now, as well as the traces of dampness remaining on her lower abdomen. Lin Mo lowered his head, first kissing her collarbone, then moving downward all the way, taking one nipple into his mouth and teasing it carefully with the tip of his tongue. Su Wan’s breathing immediately became uneven, her fingers clutching the bedsheets tightly, her waist instinctively lifting upward.
He didn’t rush to go in, but tormented her slowly with his lips and teeth. The other hand reached between her legs, and his middle finger slid into the wet slit, moving in shallow thrusts. Su Wan’s inner walls still retained the sensitivity from before, tightening at the slightest touch. She bit her lower lip, suppressing her voice, but still let out broken whimpers.
“Scream it out.” Lin Mo raised her head, her voice hoarse, “It’s just the two of 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 that 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, leaving her teetering on the edge.
"Momo... don’t... don’t do this..."
“How about it?” He kissed her lower abdomen, his voice carrying a smile. “If you want it, just say so yourself.”
Su Wan's face burned fiercely, yet she still whispered two words: "Come in..."
Lin Mo withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his own already hard and swollen desire, pressing against the entrance. He didn't enter fully immediately, but only inserted the tip, grinding slowly. Su Wan twisted her hips restlessly, wanting to meet him, but he held her hip bones down.
“What’s the rush?” He bent down and kissed her. “Let me slowly feel you.”
Each time, he would only go halfway in, then pull out, then go in again. Su Wan was rubbed until her whole body went limp, 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 to thrust rhythmically, each time hitting the deepest point, then slowly pulling out, bringing with it 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, 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 now..."
This sentence seemed to ignite something. Lin Mo's movements suddenly became fierce, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Su Wan's moans could no longer be suppressed, spilling out one after another, mixed with the sound of flesh colliding, especially clear in the quiet morning. Her orgasm came urgently and violently, her inner walls spasming intensely, making Lin Mo's scalp tingle. He growled, releasing everything into her deepest part.
The two held each other tightly, their heartbeats gradually synchronizing. Birds began to call outside the window, and the old house's wood made faint sounds in the morning light. Lin Mo did not withdraw; instead, while still connected, he lay down on his side and held her entire body in 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 our son is staying with his mother.” Lin Mo kissed the top of her hair. “How others look at it is their business. Once the door is closed, you’re 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 the small of her back, stroking gently, “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 and resting her chin 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 spread apart, Lin Mo stood between her legs, entering her again. This position went very deep. Su Wan threw her head back, her fingers gripping his shoulders tightly, letting out suppressed gasps each time he thrust deep. Occasionally, wind blew outside the window, leaves rustling as if covering for them.
After it ended, the two of them ate a simple lunch at the kitchen table. Su Wan's legs were still weak, occasionally she would clench them, feeling what he had left inside slowly flowing out. Lin Mo saw this, reached under the table to touch her knee, his eyes darkening.
“I’ll clean it up tonight.” He said in a low voice.
Su Wan blushed but did not object.
In the afternoon, they tidied up the yard together. The stone table under the old locust tree had been washed clean by the rain. Lin Mo cut off some dead branches, and Su Wan watered nearby. Occasionally, when their eyes met, they would pause for a few seconds, and the air would immediately become thick and sticky. Toward evening, Su Wan went to take a shower, and Lin Mo followed her in. In the hot water, he hugged her from behind, one hand kneading her breasts, the other reaching between her legs. Su Wan leaned back against him and let him play 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 and out, her tongue swirling around the tip, occasionally looking up at him. Lin Mo's fingers ran through her hair, not forcing, just gently guiding. When he was close, he wanted to pull out, but Su Wan pressed his leg, taking him all in until he came in her throat.
Afterward, Su Wan raised her head, the corners of her mouth still carrying a little whitish fluid. Lin Mo pulled her up and kissed her hard, swallowing those tastes together.
At night, they changed positions. Su Wan lay prone on the bed, Lin Mo entered from behind, one hand pressing on her waist, the other reaching around to the front to fondle her clitoris. Su Wan's face was buried in the pillow, her voice muffled and intermittent. Lin Mo deliberately slowed down, each thrust deep and slow, making her clearly feel the process of being filled. Su Wan couldn't take it, pushing back to meet him, but he held her down, not letting her move on her own.
"Beg me." He bent down against her back, his voice 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 and released everything inside her.
Afterward, he didn't pull out right away and lay 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 there come a day when you 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 together make me want her even more.”
Su Wan was silent for a long time before softly uttering an "Mm-hmm."
After that, their lives gradually formed a strange rhythm. During the day, they were like an ordinary mother and son: buying groceries together, cooking, cleaning the old house, drinking tea in the yard. Occasionally, when neighbors came to visit, Su Wan would naturally call him “Momo,” and Lin Mo would obediently answer. But once the door was closed, all that politeness would vanish immediately.
Sometimes when Su Wan was cooking in the kitchen, Lin Mo would press up against her from behind, his hand slipping under her apron to fondle her breasts over her clothes. Su Wan would flip the spatula while her legs went weak from his touch, eventually having to turn off the stove and let him press her against the refrigerator for a round. Sometimes while watching TV at night, Su Wan would sit on his lap with nothing under her skirt, and he would enter directly. They would move slowly to the sound of the TV. Su Wan's back leaned against his chest, occasionally turning her head to kiss him, as if sharing a secret only they knew.
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 lose herself on top of him, watching her breasts sway with the motion, watching her bite her lower lip to suppress sounds yet unable to hold back her moans. He reached out to hold her waist, matching her movements by thrusting upward, 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 husky 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 were already kissing, often starting right in the entryway.
Once when he returned from a three-day business trip, Su Wan practically pushed him against the wall. She knelt down, urgently unzipped his pants, and took his already half-hard member into her mouth. Lin Mo leaned against the wall, fingers tangled in her hair, panting softly. Su Wan worked with such urgency and focus 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 entered her fully in one go. Su Wan gasped softly in pain, yet she spread her legs wider. Lin Mo lowered his head to kiss her, thrusting forcefully with his lower body, as if trying to release all the longing from these three days into her. Su Wan was pushed so hard that the table shook slightly. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table, her voice soft and seductive.
After it ended, the two of them 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 stay away so long.'
"Okay," Lin Mo agreed readily.
The days passed one by one like this. The old house gradually took on a new atmosphere through their shared life. Flowers were replanted in the yard, rooms were rearranged, even the kitchen seasonings were switched to the brand Su Wan preferred. To outsiders, it simply looked like a filial son 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 of them lay on a temporary blanket spread in the yard, naked and facing each other. The night wind blew, making Su Wan's body slightly cold. Lin Mo covered her whole body under his, entering her. This time it was done extremely slowly, as if savoring it. Su Wan's legs wrapped around his waist, her fingers in his hair, her eyes looking at the night sky.
"Momo," she suddenly said softly, "if only time could stop at this moment."
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 arched her back to meet him, and under the moonlight, they reached the 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 inappropriate way. And they no longer wanted to turn back.
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