Chapter 13

My mother and I walked on the campus. People kept greeting her on the road. She smiled back, with a demure and graceful temperament. Compared with the previous distracted moments, she was like a completely different person. Perhaps, this kind of unparalleled grace is the normal state of my mother at work?

Sitting in my mother’s car, she asked me while driving: “Where have you been these days? Do you know that I have been looking for you everywhere?” My mother regained her motherly demeanor.

“I found a job as a network administrator in an Internet cafe, with food and lodging provided. Oh, I have to go over and say hello and tell them I can’t go, as I have a night shift tonight.”

Mom frowned: “You’re only 18, they want you too?”

“18 years old doesn’t count as child labor.” I didn’t say that I made up my identity, because otherwise it would reveal that I was only planning to stay for a few days.

“No need to go, just go home. He is not a good person.” Mom hated him because of the whole thing.

“Okay.” I had no choice but to give up. Should I treat them to milk tea some other day?

“Don’t run away from home again. Do you know how worried your dad and I are about you?” Mom frowned and drove.

“As long as you don’t leave me, I will never leave.” I smiled.

“Hmph!” Mom rolled her eyes at me and took out her phone and threw it at me, “Call your dad and let him rest assured.”

“Should I fight?” I hesitated.

There was an inexplicable smile on my mother’s face: “Why, weren’t you very brave before?”

Go ahead, just hit me.

I called my father and the call was connected quickly.

“Diana, have you found Adam?” Dad’s low voice sounded.

“Dad, it’s me.”

“Adam! Are you okay? Are you home?” Dad’s voice suddenly became surprised.

“It’s okay. I’m on my way home with my mom.”

“Why are you running around without saying a word? What if something happens? Do you know how worried your mother is about you...” When my father heard that I was fine, he became angry.

“Dad, I know I was wrong.” I interrupted his long speech.

Since I had always been very well behaved, my father didn’t say much. Instead, he comforted me: “Your mother told me about beating you, and I also told her, but skipping classes is wrong in the first place...”

Feeling my father’s love for me, I felt guilty, so I didn’t interrupt him. I just listened to him chattering on the phone for a long time before he finally hung up.

After hanging up the phone, my mother asked, “What do you want to eat? We haven’t cooked at home these days, so eat first before going back.”

It was like returning to the old days when I was with my mother, plain and warm. I said cheerfully, “But I want to taste the flavor you cook.”

Mom was concentrating on driving, with a nice smile on her face. “It’s so late ... Forget it, what do you want to eat? Let’s go buy some groceries first.”

“Just stir-fry some shredded pork.” I don’t want my mother to be too hard-working. I’ll be away from home for a few days, and she’ll either be eating instant noodles or half-finished fast food. I really miss the taste of home.

After buying some simple groceries from the supermarket and returning home, my mother put on an apron and started busying herself in the kitchen. Her back was very beautiful, especially her plump buttocks under her jeans, which made me salivate.

I stepped forward decisively and said, “Mom, let me learn from you.” Then I hugged my mother from behind while she was cutting meat.

My mother was startled. Her soft body trembled, her ears were slightly flushed, and then she felt a little angry and shooed away like a fly, “Go away, don’t bother me here.”

“It’s okay, I’ll learn how to cook, and I’ll cook for you later.” I put my arms around my mother’s soft waist and refused to let go. Maybe it’s because of regular exercise, my mother’s waist is relatively thin, without much fat, and she doesn’t look like a 38-year-old woman at all.

“Cook for me? Ha, then I have to wait for you.” Mom laughed, lowered her head to cut the meat, and said nothing more, but the blush on her ears gradually deepened.

My lower body was close to my mother’s fat buttocks, and my penis naturally stood up and stuck to my mother’s buttocks. My mother paused and hesitated for a moment, as if she wanted to drive me away, but finally did not speak. I was secretly happy, sniffing my mother’s hair, but there was no other unnecessary movement.