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It suddenly occurred to him that prostitutes were buried naked when they died. Their clothes and jewelry were stripped off, their naked bodies were wrapped in a tattered mat and thrown out. He saw it with his own eyes yesterday.

Oh, why think about these things? It spoils the mood.

They? Naked? That's even more ridiculous!

Ye Wanqing was a little angry when she heard that. She rubbed her son's cheeks with her white and tender hands, squeezing them flat and round until they looked like the Chinese character "囧". "Little bastard, you are very excited tonight, right? Listen to what you say. Are you talking like a human being? I am your mother. Why do you always bully me? Do you think I am easy to bully..."

He spoke incoherently: "Mom, I made a mistake..."

We are about to be separated for a while again. I am not afraid of anything. I am only afraid that you don't have me completely in your heart.

Chapter 77: Frontal Pillow

After teaching her son a lesson, Ye Wanqing felt refreshed. However, he deliberately pretended to be aggrieved and cute in the corner, which was a little childish, but also lovable. Her heart was slightly moved. She then hugged her son and let him rest his head on his thighs, enjoying the sweet tenderness between mother and son together.

Ye Hong buried his face directly into his mother's plump thighs. Even through the long skirt and panties, he could still feel the fullness, flesh and elasticity of the wonderful touch. He thought, this is the real knee pillow.

He hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mom, have you gained weight on your thighs? It's so comfortable to use as a pillow..."

Ye Wanqing put her legs together, raised her hand and gently hit him, pretending to be angry and said, "I want you to talk too much."

But what her son said was right. Her inner thighs had indeed grown fatter, and her mounds had also become slightly rounder and more bulging. According to Master, practicing the Lotus Sutra would slowly adjust the body to its best state, making her figure more charming, healthier and more beautiful. But why was her belly growing fatter...

Speaking of the "Mahayana Lotus Sutra", also known as the "Lotus Sutra", it has a great origin. It is an unparalleled method created by the female supreme Ye Lianhe more than 800 years ago. It can be practiced from the Qi training stage to the Mahayana stage. Such an "uninterrupted" method is rare in the world.

If one practices this technique diligently, one will gain three great magical powers: one is "flower and fruit at the same time"; two is "coming out of the mud without being stained"; three is "washing in the clear water without being evil".

There is just one thing, this skill is extremely difficult to practice. Over the past hundreds of years, only a few people have mastered it, and all of them are people with great opportunities and good fortunes. Shen He is one of them.

Perhaps for geniuses like them, nothing is difficult. But even for those with extraordinary talent, without any experience to refer to, they have to rely on themselves to explore, and the process of moving forward is bound to be bumpy and full of stops and starts.

Ye Wanqing hesitated for a while, and then quietly told her son about her worries. Ye Hong immediately put his cheek close to her flat belly, getting in close contact with her delicate body, smelling her delicate body fragrance, and feeling it carefully. She was not fat at all, so he immediately comforted her, "Mom, I just said it casually. You don't need to worry at all. Isn't it said that a little bit of meat is the best figure?"

This is of course spoken sincerely.

After hearing this, Ye Wanqing's thoughts seemed to go back to the past.

"What? When I gave birth to you, I was fat and it was hard to buy clothes. Nothing looked good on you, especially light-colored ones..." She gently stroked her son's hair with her hand, her eyes were so gentle that it was unspeakable. "I ate those nutritious meals for you, but you didn't appreciate it at all. You couldn't wait to get out. I don't know how much money your mother spent."

The situation was so dire that she could recall it exactly with her eyes closed.

Ye Hong didn't say anything, but closed his eyes. Listening to these complaints, he felt warm inside, as if he was wrapped in a warm mother's love. He walked leisurely in the light, feeling warm and comfortable.

When she thought about her precious son whom she had raised with great difficulty, and who would have to fight with others in the future, although she didn't like his changes and adaptations, she couldn't stop him from pursuing his dreams. The layer of honey on her heart seemed to be cut off bit by bit by the sword of cruel facts. She felt hurt and painful. A complex taste instantly filled her heart, and the original sweetness became mixed.

I don't want to say anything, I don't dare to think about it, because I will easily cry if I think about it. I am strong because of him, but also weak because of him; the weakness is the situation, and the strength is the mother's heart.

When she faced her son's abnormal attachment for the first time, she was even mentally prepared to eliminate her self-consciousness and give herself to him as a toy if she accidentally lost her virginity one day. This is not something that an ordinary woman can do, nor is it something that an ordinary maternal love can achieve.

I seem to be possessed by a demon, Ye Wanqing thought to herself.

After a while, she felt a heat swelling down there and gently pushed her son, "Change your position, the heat is making me feel upset."

Ye Hong was very obedient, so he simply lay face up on his mother's legs, looking up at the pair of 32E breasts that gently rose and fell with his breathing.

To be honest, because he had seen a lot in the past, he really had no idea how big and beautiful his mother's cup size was, and thought that all women should have similar sizes. Later, when he walked on the street and saw more, he learned that the average Chinese woman's breasts were less than a B cup, which really shocked him. It can be said that his mother personally destroyed his normal perception of a girl's body shape. This is a bit like the cognitive dissonance caused by playing a certain mobile game.

In his opinion, the most perfect shape in the world is the hemispherical teardrop-shaped breasts with the same undulating and smooth shape as his mother's.

He straightened up slightly and buried his face in her big breasts. The soft touch accompanied by the scent of milk was like the breeze on the river, which made him extremely excited. He enjoyed the beauty of returning to the fountain of youth with some greed.

He said from the bottom of his heart that as a son, you must never be stubborn with your mother, let alone be shy, and I will never repeat the same mistake.

Ye Wanqing lowered her eyes and glanced at him, pursed her lips, and said nothing, easily acquiescing to her son's intimate behavior.

She has always had a standard for how to deal with such matters, which is that if both people think in that direction, or have a physical reaction, it means that the relationship is no longer pure and should not continue.

On the contrary, it means that they can control themselves, which is a lucky thought.

Ye Hong raised his head and opened his lips. He wanted to say "Splashing ink to paint the fragrant breasts, which seem to be kneadable", he wanted to say "The jade tip hangs over the thin clothes, which is not to catch dragons but to attract fairies."

He wanted to recite the poem "Snow Turned into Peaks and Dewdrops Covered in Fragrance", but he couldn't. However, his mother clearly understood what he meant, so Dusk Snow and Thousands of Mountains came towards him.

Ye Wanqing gently rested her forehead against her son's, her breathing was disordered, and the room was silent. Time seemed to pass very slowly, and her thinking was becoming more and more dull. She didn't even know when she took off her clothes and went to bed. He was wearing a white silk undershirt as usual, lying on his side, leaning on his mother, sticking to her body.

As a mother, Ye Wanqing likes this feeling very much. When her son just came out of the incubator, the doctor asked her to put the baby on her chest and let him sleep on her body, although he is no longer a baby now.

Before going to bed, Ye Hong suddenly whispered, "Mom, tomorrow is the last day, let's go to the hot springs."

Chapter 78: Washing the Cream

Zhurong City is close to a volcano, so there is no shortage of natural hot springs, and there are hot spring pools almost everywhere.

The next day, the mother and son took Yu'er to Qifeng Soup Restaurant, one of the most famous restaurants in the city.

As the saying goes, a reputation does not live up to its reputation. After entering, Ye Hong found that it was not as big as he had imagined. There was no mixed pool for men and women. It was just separate rooms. The smallest small pool required at least one Immortal Qi Stone.

"Sir, please come in! How many guests are there?"

"Three."

The waiter reminded him, "Sir, we do not accept immortal stones for children under three feet tall in our store."

Ye Hong looked back and saw Yu'er's little face full of excitement. She didn't seem to care at all about being treated as a child. Since she didn't care, why bother spending that money?

Then I received the wooden sign, changed into a yukata and wooden clogs in the room, lifted the curtain, walked into the inner room, and found that it was a closed stone room. Closing the door, it seemed to be separated from the outside world. The walls were polished very smoothly. The hot spring in the center was only about ten feet in size, emitting wisps of hot air, surrounded by a layer of white mist, and pebbles were laid around it.

Next to it is the bathing area, with a wooden bath stool. Under the bath stool is a canal directly connected to the outside world. People sit on the bath stool to take a bath, washing and rinsing at the same time. After washing, the dirty water will flow out along the canal. The idea is quite clever.

Ye Hong took a quick shower without taking off his hair, wrapped naked in a bath towel, and jumped into the pool. The water was hot, and he soaked his whole body, leaving only his head exposed. He squinted his eyes, looking like a lazy fish, feeling very comfortable.

Ye Wanqing did not take off her underwear and bellyband. Her clothes had already been wet by the mist, clinging to her soft skin, covering her cherry-red nipples and her plump and creamy hips. Her smooth, crystal-clear body, which was almost flawless, appeared and disappeared in the mist. Any normal man would be moved by such a beautiful sight.

Seeing that her son had run to the side tactfully, she pursed her lips and smiled, then boldly began to wash her black hair. Yu'er floated naked in the air, holding a small bowl in her hand and pouring bath bean water on her head, and the fragrance spread.

Ye Wanqing rubbed it carefully, then washed it with clean water and wrung it dry. When her hands were free, she helped Yu'er wash her body.

He looked up at his son from time to time, and only when he confirmed that he was not far away did he curl the corners of his lips, feeling extremely relieved.

This kind of bath bean is made by grinding various herbs and spices into fine powder, and then mixing them with bean powder. It smells fragrant. At this time, someone in Daxia had already invented pig pancreas, which is soap. These daily necessities used in the immortal world are nothing more than materials that are a little older and contain spiritual energy.

After taking a bath, the two of them wrapped themselves in bath towels and went into the pool. The small hot spring pool was so full that Ye Wanqing, an adult, could fit in. The water surface was full and some of it immediately rippled out. Ye Hong could only think of one sentence: the clear water of hot springs can wash away fat, so it seems that "Huan Fei" is no more than this.

Ye Hong looked at Yu'er's thin body wrapped in a towel and couldn't help but smile knowingly. He pulled her into his arms and smacked his lips: "Senior, you are a ginseng spirit, right? Then isn't taking a hot bath the same as making soup?"

Yu'er rolled her eyes at him and snorted in dissatisfaction: "I want to stew both you and Wanqing, the big hen and the little rooster."

As he said this, he spat a mouthful of light golden saliva into his face.

Ye Hong swallowed his anger and said with a smile: "Senior, you are a thousand years old. Are you childish?"

"Oh, you don't understand anything!" Yu'er rolled her eyes again, "You can't even take advantage of a great opportunity that's right in front of you."

"What opportunity?" Ye Hong asked subconsciously. After he finished speaking, he immediately realized that saliva was also ginseng liquid. He smiled and said, "Forget it. Thank you for your kindness, but I will not accept your offer."

Eating the saliva of a loli senior is too perverted.

Although he expected his older sister to become a pedophile when facing him, he still found it completely unacceptable psychologically if the other person asked him to become a pedophile.

On the other hand, knowing full well that "haste makes waste", he wanted to build the foundation step by step and endure the necessary sufferings, so that he could lay a solid foundation.

"Hey, you're still complaining!"

Yu'er counted on her fingers and said, "Then tell me, you are only 'full of qi' now. If you don't take medicine to replenish your essence, when will you be able to achieve 'sufficient essence' on your own?"

Why did they choose ginseng instead of other herbs for possession? There are many considerations hidden in this as adults, but the child doesn't seem to appreciate it.

In fact, the so-called "abundant essence" does not mean sufficient energy or excess energy, but emphasizes that a person's essence and vitality are in a healthy rather than sub-healthy or even pathological state. To put it simply, if you want to lay the foundation for longevity, you need to take good care of your body first.

Ye Wanqing looked at the two of them bickering and smiled faintly. She didn't know Yu'er's true identity, but she always trusted her and believed that she would not hurt anyone at will.

Ye Hong whispered something to Yu'er, but he finally coaxed her into calmness.

Then he swam a few steps, lay down beside his mother, and leaned on her. Ye Wanqing did not stop her son. After she figured it out, she had become much more relaxed about this aspect.

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The double insurance means that as long as she doesn't splash around in the water, she doesn't have to worry about exposing herself.

"Mom, touch your thighs." Ye Hong leaned close to her ear and whispered.

Ye Wanqing's cheeks flushed, but her pretty face was already charming enough in the steam. In response, she twisted her son's waist with her jade hand, "Don't act cute! You little rascal, you only want to take advantage of your mother. What, you haven't grown up yet?"

Her face looked as if she was slightly tipsy. She looked like she was like this when she was a child. She liked to touch and kiss her mother, and would involuntarily reach out to touch her smooth thighs. She began to pay attention to the differences between their bodies, and always wanted to follow her to the toilet. She was even interested in her mother's underwear... These should actually be counted as part of the awakening of children's sexual awareness. It is a necessary path for every child's growth and there is no need to make a fuss about it.

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Ye Wanqing immediately thought that she had also gained some weight up there. If he knew, would he want to touch it too? Her pretty face flushed, and she said in an unnatural manner, "I think you're itching for it!"

Chapter 79: Weakness

Ye Wanqing slapped her own naughty son twice on the buttocks, and he really became obedient and did not move around anymore.

Afterwards, the mother and son embraced each other and soaked in the hot spring, quietly enjoying the massage and contact of the slightly hot spring water. It felt very comfortable. Yu'er was swimming, pushing up waves with her little hands.

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Ye Hong quietly opened his eyes and looked a little dazed. As everyone knows, the density of fat is smaller than that of water. This means that if a woman's bra cup size is relatively large and it is natural breasts, then when she goes into the water, she will naturally float. On the contrary, augmented breasts will certainly not float.

He likes to call this the "**floating theory", which states that when a mother takes a bath, her breasts are usually about one-third above the water surface and in a round shape.

Then, as if she had sensed the burning gaze from her son, Ye Wanqing slowly opened her eyes and found that her son liked her so much that he almost wanted to eat her up. Her face flushed and her eyes gradually became blurred. She scooped up a handful of water and poured it on her rosy cheeks, letting the hot water slowly slide down her face, moisturizing her fair skin.

Ye Hong trembled as he reached out his hands and hugged his mother's waist, hugging her tighter and tighter, holding her creamy body in his arms. The touch was so soft that he was stunned. It was very comfortable to hold her, and even his heartbeat accelerated. A strange feeling flowed through his body, and the blood was rushing downwards. He struggled upwards to whisper in her ear, and the words he said were unbelievably affectionate, "Mom, I want you to kiss me again."

Somehow, Ye Wanqing's eyes looked a little charming. She chuckled and said, "If you have any other requests, please tell me all of them."

Ye Hong looked into his mother's eyes through the rising heat, "I also want to touch the big bear."

As a mother, you need to learn to be open and honest, and never play tricks or use routines, otherwise it will only hurt your self-esteem. Sometimes some sneaky little actions are really obscene.

In fact, he has been trying to eliminate his inner sense of shame by treating other women with sincerity.

It is actually a very simple matter. I just made the request. If my mother doesn't allow me to touch her, then I won't touch her. The more pretentious things there are, the uglier it becomes, until it is completely unrecognizable and there is no trace of pure admiration at all.

Ye Wanqing laughed and rolled her eyes at her son in a charming way, "No, you little pervert."

"Why not?"

She poked him lightly with her finger, and then began to recount his glorious childhood deeds, "You have been addicted since you were young..."

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