After being kissed by Mo Yunsheng, Chen Yang was truly stunned. He hadn't expected the woman who had been single for thirty years to suddenly take the initiative and offer him her first kiss.
He looked at Mo Yunsheng with her head hung low, her cheeks flushed pink, her expression shy, like a young girl who had just confessed her feelings to her crush. She seemed at most twenty-seven years old, nothing like a mother.
In fact, she wasn't a real mother; she was Lin Rou's foster mother.
Chen Yang touched his somewhat moist cheeks and didn't feel excited, but rather, he frowned.
Mo Yunsheng was Lin Rou's mother, a concept that had always been present in his mind. Even if Mo Yunsheng threw herself into his arms and stripped naked, Chen Yang would surely refuse. He simply couldn't get past that barrier.
Unless, of course, Mo Yunsheng and Lin Rou ended their foster mother-daughter relationship.
