"Mom, do you want to tell Dad about this?" Xu Nianhua looked at Jiang Wanru, who had neatly laid down on the bed, fearing she might regret it, and couldn't help but remind her.
"It's nothing, your Dad knows I'm in your room. Come on, let's have a talk, just the two of us," Jiang Wanru said nonchalantly.
Ever since they reunited, Jiang Wanru had been holding back the impulse to sleep together with Xu Nianhua. Her daughter wasn't a newborn baby anymore; she was already twenty-two years old and independent. Jiang Wanru was afraid Xu Nianhua would refuse, so she never mentioned it.
Now, as soon as Xu Nianhua spoke, Jiang Wanru climbed onto the bed to rest. She patted the empty spot next to her, looking extremely excited.
"Okay." Xu Nianhua let her hair down and then lay beside Jiang Wanru. The main light in the room was turned off, leaving only the bedside lamp, casting a dim light that seemed to add a hazy filter.
