Chapter 7: Car Accident

After arriving home, it was already eleven o’clock in the evening. I gently opened the door. The lights in the living room were still on. Mom was sitting on the sofa, and it seemed that she had fallen asleep with her back against the sofa.

I walked closer with light steps and observed Mom. Mom had not changed out of her professional suit. Her hands were crossed in front of her chest, making her already plump breasts look even bigger visually. Her lower body was still in a western skirt with flesh-colored silk stockings. Her right foot was upturned, and the slippers on her feet had fallen off, revealing her fair and tender little feet.

Mom’s hair was tied up, her beautiful face was flawless, her eyebrows were slightly frowned, her eyes were closed, her two vermilion thin lips were slightly open, and she snored slightly from time to time. Even when she was sleeping, she still gave people a feeling that she could be admired from a distance but not played with.

I was moved by what I saw and called out,

“Mom?”

Without getting a response, I put the rose on the coffee table and looked at my mother’s sleeping face and those thin lips. My heart was itching. I wanted to kiss her thin lips, but I was really conflicted. I was afraid that my mother would find out and beat me to death, but I couldn’t get over that hurdle.

Forget it, I’ll die! I bravely raised my head and bent over to slowly approach my mother’s face. Seeing this face with infinite temperament getting closer and closer, my heart beat faster and I kissed her quickly and gently.

Although it was just a kiss and I didn’t feel any substantial feeling at all, I was still very excited and kept smacking my lips to savor the feeling just now.

After a while, my mother’s eyebrows moved, and I quickly picked up the rose on the table and hid it behind me.

“What are you doing here?”

After waking up, my mother looked at me standing next to her and asked with a frown.

“I came back and saw you were asleep. I called you but you didn’t answer me, so I wanted to wait for you to wake up.” I felt a little guilty, after all, I just kissed my mother.

“Really?”

My mother tidied her clothes, looked at her watch again, and scolded me:

“Why did you come back so late? Look at what time it is now?”

I didn’t care about my mother’s scolding at all. I sat down next to my mother, holding her arm with my left hand, hiding the rose on the sofa behind me with my right hand, and flattered:

“Mom, do you know what day it is today?”

“What day?”

My mother was confused and didn’t understand.

“Today is the seventh day of the seventh month, Valentine’s Day!” I said happily, and my mother’s face did not change, and her tone was still cold,

“What does Valentine’s Day have to do with you? Why do you care about Valentine’s Day at such a young age?”

“Well ... it has little to do with me, but it has something to do with you, mom.”

I didn’t notice my mom’s expression and kept talking to myself,

“It is said that every woman hopes to receive roses on Valentine’s Day. My dad is out of town and can’t send them, but he will definitely call you...”

At this time, I found that my mom’s expression was getting gloomier and even looked a little sad. I realized that although my dad and mom were respectful to each other, they had been married for so many years after all, and my dad must have forgotten about this.

I immediately changed the subject,

“Mom, close your eyes, I’ll give you a surprise.”

My mom looked at me suspiciously and said in a cold tone:

“What for?”

“You will know if you close your eyes,” my mom was unmoved and said unhappily:

“Just say what you have to say, don’t beat around the bush.”

“Close it, close your eyes~” I kept shaking my mom’s arm and begging her. Seeing that she couldn’t get over me, my mom had to close her eyes.