Chapter 11

After about half an hour, my mother had gradually calmed down, her breathing was smooth, and she seemed to have fallen asleep, but her eyebrows were still slightly frowned.

I tentatively called out:

“Mom, the mid laner picked Yasuo again.”

It seemed that my mother had indeed fallen asleep. Thinking of the Mary Sue TV series, the prince took away the princess’s sadness with a gentle kiss. I felt infinite tenderness in my heart, and lowered my head slightly, wanting to use my kiss to soothe the fear between my mother’s brows.

I didn’t expect that I had just lowered my head and hadn’t taken advantage of it, when suddenly there were three slight knocks on the door.

It turned out that my mother was not asleep yet. If it wasn’t interrupted by this strange knock on the door, if I really kissed my mother’s brow, I don’t know if my mother would choose to play dead or die with me.

I rolled hard and rolled back to my mother. My mother and I cooperated very well. She opened her arms and hugged me tightly. This time, she also stuffed her left leg between my legs. Before I could feel the fullness between my legs, she stretched out her hand again, pulled my right leg over and put it on her body. Her little hand patted my thigh. I immediately understood and imitated my mother. I exerted force on my right leg and clamped my thigh against my mother’s hips tightly.

My mother was still mumbling the 24-character mantra, “prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony, freedom, equality, justice, rule of law, patriotism, dedication, integrity, friendliness...”

Is this my mother’s ultimate defense posture?

Sure enough, my ostrich attribute is inherited from my mother.

My mother’s body was closer than before, her forehead pressed tightly against my chest. I could feel her rapid breathing on my chest, her cold hands tightly wrapped around my broad back, and her whole body trembled rhythmically as if she had stepped on the electric switch.

The position of my penis could still faintly feel the smooth touch of my mother’s thighs, and her whole body was shaking, as if she was massaging my scrotum through her pajamas with her slender and round legs. I was enduring the fear in my heart while suppressing the rebellion of my penis. I didn’t know whether I was in heaven or hell.

“Dong, Dong, Dong”

If the knocks on the door the first two times were hallucinations, I could clearly feel the impatience of the ‘ghost’ knocking on the door this time.

I didn’t have the guts to ask who it was. If it said I was your father, should I open the door or not?

My mother was so scared that her nails began to dig into my flesh.

The scratches on the back are a man’s medal.

I am actually not calmer than my mother. I can only divert my attention by thinking about some messy things. If I were alone at this time, I would definitely have huddled under the bed and wrapped myself in a quilt like a dumpling. But with the beauty in my arms, I felt a great passion.

I will live for my mother, die for my mother, and fight for my mother all my life; I will suffer from my mother’s loss, be fooled by my mother, and die on my mother.

I leaned close to my mother’s ear and said firmly:

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here, I will protect you.”

At this time and in this scene, my words were so powerful that I was a little proud. The atmosphere was so hot that I bit my mother’s earlobe through her shirt. Without waiting for her to react, I freed my hands that were hugging my mother and covered her ears tightly through her clothes.

The knocking sound gradually stopped.

Just when I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, the door handle was suddenly turned.

My hands tightly covered my mother’s ears, my chin pressed tightly against her hair, my lips were bitten and bleeding, and I forced my eyes open, which I wanted to close tightly.

I couldn’t close my eyes, I had to protect my mother, even if the price was my life.

Fortunately, I locked the door. After trying to open the door in vain, the “ghost” outside began to slam the door angrily. At first, it was just the sound of a slap on the door, and then two, three ... It seemed that countless hands were unwilling to slap every inch of the door, and the whole room was reverberating with the sound of “bang, bang, bang” slamming the door, mixed with the harsh sound of nails scratching a blackboard. I hoped that this sound would wake up the programmer next door, but I didn’t expect that it was already past 12 o’clock and he was still working overtime. I don’t know whether this is a blessing or a curse for him.

Surrounded by these strange sounds, the atmosphere became more and more tense, my breathing became rapid, my hands and feet began to get cold, and my whole body couldn’t help shaking. However, at this critical moment, I calmed down, and a flash of inspiration came to me. I shouted: “Hey, Siri, play “Big Bowl of Wide Noodles.”

The prelude of the song slowly sounded from the phone on the table, but the lyrics played were garbled: “The bowl is big and wide without a shadow; the noodles are long and disappear...”

I don’t know how long it took, but the knocking on the door gradually stopped. Thanks to the brand new wooden door that my mother replaced for me during my rebellious period, it helped me resist this unknown fear. I could still hear the melody of the song “Look at this bowl, it’s big and round” in my ears.

My mother, who was tightly protecting me, had fallen asleep at some point, and my eyelids were fighting. Although I was just lying in bed and doing nothing, I felt an unprecedented fatigue, as if I was hit hard by the little white-haired loli when I first met her, and my whole body was weak.

After a blink, my eyelids never lifted up again. After experiencing this terrifying experience like a “VR haunted house”, I didn’t dream, but slept more peacefully than usual. It was not until the human figure on my chest - my mother began to struggle randomly that I woke up from my deep sleep.

I hurriedly helped my mother to free herself from my pajamas. My mother’s face turned red. I don’t know if it was because the pajamas did not contain enough oxygen or something else.

As soon as my mother got out of trouble, she turned around and tidied up the place where she slept last night. It was just a small place. She stroked the pillow again and again. I don’t know what my mother was doing.

My brain gradually recovered from the confused state of just waking up and regained control of my body. Only then did I realize that my penis was already in a state of first-level combat readiness.

I realized what happened later. My penis got up and vented as usual in the morning. The pajamas naturally could not stop the penis from standing tall. It was so erect that it pressed against my mother’s lower abdomen. My mother and I were too close. My mother felt that she was uncomfortable with the cylindrical body. She subconsciously reached out to open it while half asleep and half awake. She woke up suddenly after grabbing it.

I really wanted to cry but I had no tears. If I had woken up earlier, I might have been able to enjoy my mother’s touch.

I quietly grabbed the quilt beside me and covered my lower body. Just as I was about to speak to divert the awkward atmosphere, my mother turned around silently, sat like a duck (one leg bent on the ground, the other leg bent in front of the body, shaped like a duck), looked at the “Yasuo” pattern printed on my chest, and said stiffly: “Liangliang, go wash up first.”

I was a little surprised, so I asked: “Mom, you haven’t cooked yet, and I have nothing to do after washing up. I want to lie down for a while.”