"Go ahead and fuck your mom if you dare. You're just teasing people!" Shui Ying said with a hint of petulance.
"Nice one, Shui Ying. You're encouraging my son to fuck his mom. Is that how a good sister behaves?" At that moment, Liu Yiru, dressed in pajamas, walked out of the wardrobe with a cheeky smile.
"Ah!" Shui Ying couldn't help but gasp in surprise. She never expected that Liu Yiru would be hiding in her room, and here she was, intimately entwined with her son. A wave of immense embarrassment almost made her faint, and she instinctively asked, "Yiru, what are you doing here?"
"I was planning to play a prank on you by hiding in the wardrobe, but I accidentally fell asleep," Liu Yiru said with a laugh.
"Then I heard someone urging my son to commit a capital offense, and that woke me up."
