Chapter 19: Stimulating Massage

“I ... you...” Mom pointed at me with her trembling hands, her face red all the way to her neck, obviously very angry, suddenly grabbed the chopsticks on the table, threw them at me, and yelled: “Eat it yourself!” After that, she put on her slippers and walked towards the bedroom.

“Mom.”

“Bang!” The bedroom door was slammed shut with a loud noise.

My body trembled, and I looked at the bedroom door with lingering fear. This ... I really didn’t expect Mom’s reaction to be so big.

After a long while, Mom still didn’t come out of the bedroom. I went over and knocked on the door gently, and I heard Mom’s roar from inside: “Don’t bother me!”

I was so scared that I quickly sat back on the stool.

This ... Alas...

I lost my appetite after eating a few mouthfuls of rice. Mom was so angry that she went back to the bedroom. How could she still have the mood to eat? Moreover, the rice in my mother’s bowl was basically untouched. She had only taken two small bites just now, and I was so angry that she went back to the bedroom.

I condemned myself in my heart, then silently got up, picked up my mother’s bowl, went to the kitchen to change another hot one, prepared two dishes of each, and came to my mother’s bedroom door with the bowl.

“Mom, can I come in?”

“Get lost.”

“Mom, I came in?”

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My heart was beating nervously, and I pushed the door open with fear, and poked my head in. I saw my mother lying on the left side of the bed with her back to me, facing the balcony.

A pair of beautiful legs were close together, with knees slightly bent, and the loose chiffon jumpsuit half-covered and half-exposed, revealing a large area of ​​spring light on the smooth jade back. On the shoulders of the ice-skinned jade bones, there were two very conspicuous purple strings hanging, and I didn’t know what she was looking at with a mobile phone in her hand.

“Mom, I’m coming in.” I closed the door quietly, stepped on slippers and carefully carried the bowl forward. Before I got close to the bed, my mother sat up and stared at me: “Did you forget what I told you?”

I shook my head like a rattle: “No, I didn’t forget.” But my eyes unconsciously focused on my mother’s shoulders, and even, as the clothes slipped off, the purple on her chest was faintly visible.

Mom noticed that my eyes were wrong, and looked down along my line of sight, only to find that the loose clothes had slipped down to her shoulders. She hurriedly pulled the clothes up, and after tidying them up, she found that I was still staring at her. Her ears turned red, and she grabbed the pillow behind her and threw it at me, angrily cursing: “Get out!”

I dodged the pillow and turned my eyes away in shame.

Holding the bowl, I stretched forward and said aggrievedly: “I saw that you didn’t eat much.”

Mom glanced at me for a while, snorted coldly: “No!” Then she lay down on her side again.

I ... Helplessly, I boldly walked to my mother with the bowl and whispered: “Mom, you didn’t eat much just now, eat more.”

“No.” Mom turned over and turned to the other side again.

I walked around the edge of the bed and came to the other side, looking at my mother from a distance, holding the bowl forward and raised it, repeating: “Mom, eat something.”

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This time, my mother was too lazy to say anything, and she turned over and turned to the balcony again.

I sighed helplessly, ran to the balcony with the bowl again, and looked down at my mother: “Eat something.”

“Oh! Why are you so annoying!” Mom scratched her hair irritably and turned over again.

I...

I was too lazy to run around the bed anymore, so I sat down by the bed, put the bowl of rice on the bedside table, lowered my head and whispered, “Mom, I will never make you angry again, just eat, you didn’t eat much just now, and there is still an afternoon to go.”

Mom didn’t even turn her head and replied fiercely, “I am so angry with you, do I still need to eat?!”

As soon as my mother finished speaking, the next second.

“Gugugugu...”

The atmosphere fell into awkwardness, and my mother didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence. She was so ashamed that her ears were red and her head almost dropped to her chest.

I laughed dryly twice: “Mom, you say you are full, but your stomach is not...”

“Shut up!” Mom sat up and said with a red face.

I smiled embarrassedly and didn’t dare to say anything else.

But my mother didn’t intend to let me go. She grabbed my ear and said in a helpless and angry tone: “Can’t you let me save some energy?! Can’t you focus on studying?! Who did you learn to be like this?! Ah?”

I know that my mother is still angry with me just now, but every time she gets angry, it will definitely be linked to studying. I feel that I have gotten used to it. The most important thing at the moment is to admit my mistake. I whispered: “Mom, I just said that, it was a joke, please don’t take it to heart, okay, I apologize to you.”

After that, I stood up and bowed respectfully, and said sincerely: “Mom, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong, I will never make you angry again, please eat another bowl.”

It was the first time that my mother saw me apologize in this way. Suddenly, she was stunned and looked at me in a daze.

After a while, my mother chuckled and couldn’t help laughing. Seeing my mother laugh, I scratched my head and laughed foolishly.

Maybe she felt that the occasion was not right, so she glared at me, then immediately returned to her stern face and snorted: “Bring the meal over.” Just from the corners of her mouth that were raised, I could tell that she was no longer angry.

When I heard that, I quickly brought the meal over, bent over slightly and handed it over, smiling flatteringly: “Mom, please have it.”

Mom took the bowl and rolled her eyes at me: “What a mess.” I smiled and squeezed to the bedside and sat down. Mom glanced at me and said nothing.

Mom crossed her legs, put her phone on her knees, ate while looking at her phone, and ignored me. Although I really wanted to chat with my mother and get close to her, I didn’t know what to say when she looked so indifferent.

For a long while. I made small talk: “Mom, is the food delicious?”

Mom glanced at the food in the bowl, raised her head and looked at a mentally retarded person: “I made this.”

I smiled awkwardly: “Haa ... It must be delicious, I think so too.”

Mom looked at me, then lowered her head to eat, and after a while, she stared at me in confusion: “What are you still doing sitting there?”

I was stumped by the question.

But suddenly I saw my mother’s beautiful feet, and I tried to ask: “I ... massage your feet?”

Mom asked curiously: “Can you do this?”

“Yes.”

Mom frowned and said in a bad tone: “Did you learn it?”

“Yeah.” I nodded mechanically, but I was thinking, what’s wrong with this, why did you change your face so easily?

“You don’t study hard, and you spend all your time on these messy things?!”

“No ... no, I just got excited and learned a little from my phone.” Then she added: “It definitely didn’t affect my studies, don’t worry about that.”

After hearing what I said, my mother didn’t continue to pursue the question just now, but still warned me: “Learn less of these messy things in the future, and spend more time on studying.” I nodded repeatedly and agreed, but I was so excited that I couldn’t stand it, looking forward to massaging my mother’s delicate and smooth feet.

“Mom, then I’ll massage you? Try my skills?”

“You stand for a whole day in class, and you still wear high heels on your feet. Let me massage you? Unblock the blood vessels, so that you can feel more comfortable.”

Mom glanced at me and still didn’t say anything.

Seeing this, I made a disappointed expression: “Mom, if you don’t trust me, then ... forget it.”

Mom glanced at me sideways, her face was cold, and I didn’t know what she was thinking. She was silent for a long time, opened her mouth, and hesitated: “You ... massage it.”

Is it okay? Mom allowed it? Did I hear it right?

“Hey ... Hey.” My face was flushed, and my tone was a little stuttering, “I will definitely massage you well.”

Just as I was about to reach out, my mother suddenly stepped away, looked at me and warned coldly: “Massage is fine, but if you dare to be dishonest, I will send you to school to live tomorrow.”