Chapter 14: What is love?

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my mother busy in the kitchen, as if she was cooking noodles. Hearing the sound of the door opening behind me, my mother could guess that it was me without turning back, and praised me very rarely:

“You came back on time today.”

“That’s right.” I responded casually, went into the house and quickly took a glass of water and drank it in one gulp, threw my schoolbag on the sofa and sat down, and I felt extremely soft, and the feeling of physical and mental exhaustion was relieved. I greedily breathed in big gulps of oxygen. This run really exhausted me.

A few minutes later, my mother brought a bowl of steaming egg noodles from the kitchen and placed it on the coffee table in front of me. Seeing me panting, she raised her eyebrows and asked in confusion:

“What’s wrong? You look like you have carried three generations of cement upstairs.”

I slurped a mouthful of the delicious noodles, and my mother sat down next to me. The unique fragrance of a woman’s body and the fresh fragrance of noodles entered my nose, which made me a little distracted. I explained casually:

“After the evening self-study, I suddenly wanted to exercise, so I ran a lap on the playground.”

My mother opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she just left a sentence “wash the dishes” and returned to her bedroom. Looking at the closed door of my mother’s room, and then looking at the butt print left by my mother on the sofa, I felt a little irritated for some reason.

In the following days, I would send Wang Xinran back to the dormitory every night, and naturally there would be kisses and hugs. Our relationship continued to heat up, and finally we officially announced our relationship in the class.

But for some reason, I didn’t feel the joy of love. I also knew that it was probably because I was still obsessed with my mother. This feeling was like ... like an older young man who had to leave his first love and return to his hometown to marry a suitable woman whom he didn’t love.

This feeling was lingering, like a haze hanging over my head, making me restless and unhappy for several days.

This weekend, my mother seemed to have noticed my recent mood changes. At the dinner table, she finally couldn’t help but ask:

“What’s wrong with you recently? You always look depressed.”

I put down my chopsticks and looked at my beautiful mother and her concerned tone. I felt even more annoyed. I said casually:

“It’s normal during puberty.”

My mother looked at me suspiciously for a moment, lowered her head and ate two bites of rice elegantly, then looked up and asked:

“Are you unhappy because I don’t allow you to play with your phone?”

I shook my head weakly. Although it was really boring to play without a phone, it didn’t make me feel so depressed. The real reason was impossible to say. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt powerless and had to keep eating.

Mom didn’t say anything when she saw this. She continued to carry the bowl and eat. Her eyes kept glancing at me. After a while, she put the bowl on the dining table, got up and went back to the bedroom. After a while, she came out of the room, took out my phone and handed it to me, saying:

“I can return the phone to you, but you can only play with it on weekends. Also, you are not allowed to watch those indecent things anymore.”

I took the phone and a warm current flowed through my heart. Sure enough, Mom still felt sorry for me. Although this was not what I was depressed about, I pretended to laugh at Mom, but she rolled her eyes and scolded me:

“You said it wasn’t because of the phone. Look how happy you are.”

After dinner, in order to make Mom happy, I took the initiative to quit washing the dishes. Mom sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and fiddled with her phone leisurely.

Listening to the soft laughter coming from behind from time to time, I couldn’t help but turn my head to take a peek. The small and exquisite earrings kept swaying and jumping with the laughter. Although the white home clothes similar to pajamas were loose, they couldn’t cover up the plump and proud figure. The buttocks squeezed by the sofa looked even fatter and wider, and the breasts on the chest were towering and eye-catching.