Mommy Bai was very surprised to see Curtis. She asked Bai Qingqing, "Hasn't he gone back? Why is he sleeping here?"
Coming out with the porridge pot, Bai Qingqing said, amused, "He came back again. He slept outside our door. I let him in after the old grandpa upstairs rang our doorbell."
"I didn't expect him to really be drunk. He seemed pretty normal. Geez, why did his girlfriend not come up to take a look? Curtis's wearing so little. How cold must he have felt?" Mommy Bai walked to the sofa as she spoke. Placing a hand upon Curtis's forehead, her brows creased.
"So cold. Could he have fallen ill from the cold?" Mommy Bai asked worriedly.
Hearing Mommy Bai's words of concern, Curtis felt a subtle feeling.
Being mother and daughter, Mommy Bai and Bai Qingqing were quite similar in many ways. Curtis suddenly felt that he shouldn't get too intimate with his mate's mother.
