Chapter 27: Peeping at Mom’s Beautiful Legs

After returning to the room, I realized that I was already sweating all over, and my heart was beating fast.

If Mom had found out again, I would definitely be finished today, and I would have been beaten. After the lesson from the last incident, Mom would probably kill me for the sake of justice, and send me to school accommodation tomorrow, and then give me a few hundred yuan a month for living expenses, and let me fend for myself.

When I thought of this, I shuddered.

I have seen the accommodation environment of the school with my own eyes. More than a dozen people were squeezed into a room of less than 30 square meters. There were only beds and beds. After entering, there was no place to stand, so I could only sit on the edge of the bed.

What I couldn’t stand the most was the smell of the air in the dormitory. The smell of feet mixed with the smell of instant noodles was so sour that it could make people dizzy and unable to tell north from south.

You need to queue up to eat, wash, and even go to the toilet. If you are not lucky, you have to queue up.

Maybe for those students who are used to living in dormitories, this is no big deal, but for me, this is simply killing me.

How can the bunk beds in the school dormitory compare with the Simmons mattress that belongs to me alone?

It’s too difficult! I have begun to worry about my accommodation life in the third year of high school!

Lying weakly on the computer desk, I wondered if it was possible to convince my mother not to let me live in the school?

But thinking about it, this possibility is almost negligible.

Last time I accidentally ejaculated on my mother’s face, my mother did not beat me up and cut off the mother-son relationship with me. It was already a special favor. How could I have the courage to ask my mother for anything?

“Alas...”

Sighing is useless.

I took out the homework assigned and pretended to write for a while. I hope my mother will also come to the school to supervise the exam in the afternoon, so that I can have a chance to find Jiang Yueyue, otherwise it will be another boring afternoon.

The computer desk is right by the window. The summer sun shines in through the glass. I feel warm all over and can’t help but doze off.

I held my cheek with one hand and wrote and drew on the draft paper with a pen in the other hand. In less than a minute, my eyes were too sleepy to open.

I don’t know how long it took. I was half asleep and half awake when I felt a slap on the back of my head. I opened my eyes and turned my head to see my mother standing behind me, looking at me unkindly.

I stood up subconsciously and whispered, “Mom...”

My mother sneered, “I thought you were studying hard, but I didn’t expect you to sleep here and bring your class routine home. Who are you acting for? You study for me, right?”

I was suddenly scolded by my mother, and I woke up from my sleepiness immediately. I just closed my eyes for a while. Is it necessary to react so strongly? Besides, my test scores at the end of last month were not bad.

I had other thoughts in my mind, but I scratched my head timidly and muttered softly: “I’m just sleepy, I just closed my eyes for a while, that’s all.”

My mother glared at me and raised her voice: “Then just go to bed, why are you sitting here and sleeping?!”

I felt a little wronged immediately. Who said that you can only sleep on the bed? Is it wrong to sleep on the table?

I turned my head away and said stubbornly: “I was sleepy, so I wanted to sleep on the table.”

“You also learned to talk back?” Mom raised her eyebrows and raised her hand to hit me, but her hand paused in the air. In the end, she pinched my ears, straightened my head, and squinted at me: “Are you awake?”

“No.”

“When you wake up, then...” Mom paused in her mouth for the second half of the sentence, stunned for a moment, as if she didn’t believe the answer she heard.

In just a few seconds, my mother reacted, pulled my ear and twisted it hard, and said coldly: “If you are not awake, go to sleep at night. Now take the English test paper to the living room.”

“Hurry up!” After saying that, my mother went out.

I sighed, found the English mock test paper on the table, and went out of the living room.

When I came out, I saw that my mother was already sitting on the sofa waiting for me, holding an English textbook in her hand. Although I was surprised, I didn’t dare to ask. I found a stool and sat opposite my mother.

“Come sit on the sofa.” My mother patted the seat next to her, and I couldn’t tell whether she was happy or angry.

I said “Oh” and got up obediently and sat next to my mother.

My mother said lightly: “Write it.” Then she took the English textbook and started reading.

Spread the test paper on the coffee table. Because the sofa is a bit higher than the coffee table, I have to bend down with great effort and support my arms on the coffee table so that I can hold the pen and write smoothly.

But this posture is not only laborious, but also my arms are a little sore from bending over for a long time.

I suspect that my mother did it on purpose, deliberately making things difficult for me, but I can’t find a reason, so I can only bear it obediently.

After holding on for a while, my back was a little sore, and I really couldn’t hold on any longer.

I didn’t care whether my mother allowed it or not, I stood up directly, my arms were vertically upward, my legs were straightened, my fingers crossed and pulled back hard, and after stretching twice comfortably, my legs became weak and I couldn’t stand steadily, and I sat on the sofa with my buttocks. Because of the softness of the sofa, my body fell towards my mother.

However, my wishful thinking failed. My mother seemed to have foreseen it in advance and had stretched out her arms to block me. After pushing me away, she looked at me with disgust: “Go, go, go.”

I pouted and unwillingly moved my buttocks to the other side to distance myself from my mother’s body.

“Mom, are you doing this on purpose?” I looked at her with a bitter face.

My mother glanced at me and continued to read with her head down.

“Mom, you must have done it on purpose.”

Hearing this, my mother closed the textbook in her hand, turned her head to look at me, and asked in confusion: “How did I do it on purpose?”

I snorted twice in dissatisfaction: “You asked me to sit on the sofa to do my homework, but the coffee table is so low, you are deliberately making things difficult for me.”

My mother raised her eyebrows, and then narrowed her eyes, just looking at me quietly.

“Just on purpose...” I muttered in a low voice, and my voice became lower and lower.

My mother said coldly: “Do your homework!”

I snorted in dissatisfaction, and didn’t sit on the sofa. I squatted directly between the coffee table and the sofa, and picked up the pen on the coffee table.

My mother looked at me calmly for a while, changed her crossed legs, and opened the English textbook and looked down again.

The clock on the wall was ticking. I was busy writing a few questions and my mind became active. My mother was sitting next to me. How could I focus on studying?

I stole a glance at my mother and found that she was concentrating on the English textbook. Her face was sometimes frowning and sometimes relaxing. Her red lips were sometimes arc-shaped and sometimes oval-shaped. It seemed that she was practicing oral pronunciation, but she didn’t make any sound.

What was my mother trying to do? Did she want to give up mathematics and teach English instead? I couldn’t figure it out.

My mother was still wearing the white knee-length nightgown she wore during lunch break. Her two white and jade-like legs were crossed, one leg resting on the other leg. There was no gap at all. They were entangled like squids and tilted slightly in the direction opposite to me.

Squatting between the coffee table and the sofa, I was close to my mother’s beautiful legs. Her calves and bare feet were clearly visible from the corner of my eye. Her skin was as white as jade and dazzling. Her skirt covered her knees. The scenery inside the skirt made me daydream and stirred my heartstrings. I couldn’t concentrate on studying at all. The English test paper looked like a book of heaven.

I suddenly had an impulse in my heart. I rushed over to hug my mother’s beautiful legs in my arms, and then put my whole face on her beautiful legs, but I knew the consequences of doing so and didn’t have the courage.

Countless possibilities flashed through my mind. After thinking about it, I still felt that the unintentional little movements were the most reliable.