Chapter 73

“Then let’s go, my knight~”

I was a little excited when I heard my mother’s words. Maybe my mother didn’t think of him when she said this, but in my opinion: knights and princesses are a perfect match.

I held my mother’s hand until we walked into the elevator, still reluctant to let go.

My mother looked at me with a smile: “How long do you plan to hold hands?”

I held my mother’s hand and shook it in the air: “Don’t knights have to protect princesses? You are a princess, I am protecting you.”

My mother chuckled and said: “Where are there princesses in their thirties? I am more like a queen.”

My mother’s words were full of meaning, how could I not hear it?

I touched my nose and wanted to say, if you are the queen, then I will be the emperor and make you the master of the harem.

But even if I was beaten to death, I dared not say this sentence, I only dared to mutter in my heart.

My mother pulled her hand out of my palm, and just when I felt a little disappointed, the next second, my mother actually gently held my arm.

I was so excited that I couldn’t say anything more. My mind was confused because of my mother’s action. Even the glimpse of my mother’s hairless pussy that day couldn’t compare to the excitement in my heart now.

Yes, “desire” can only satisfy for a while, and love can last forever.

I was so excited, maybe because of this. After all, I am a greedy person. I want my mother’s body and heart. With the roar of the engine, the Mercedes-Benz drove out of the garage and sped on the road to the airport.

I looked at the flat shoes that my mother had just put on her feet and said with a smile: “Mom, I will go get a driver’s license after I finish the college entrance examination, so you don’t have to drive back and forth to change shoes.”

Mom wore sunglasses, covering her cold and deep phoenix eyes, but it made her cheeks more delicate and exquisite: “Well, when you learn to drive, when I get old, you can take me out for a walk more often.”

“Look at what you said, you are still several years away from 40 years old, why do you always dislike your age?”

Mom looked forward with both eyes: “Don’t you dislike my age?”

“Did I say that?”

Mom was silent when she heard it. After all, I really never said that she suddenly cared about her age, just because I “disdained” Teacher Natalie last night for being several years older than me.