155: Chapter 155 Whether I'm pregnant or you're pregnant, isn't it all the same?

Only Han Qing and Han Yurou remained in the room.

Han Qing lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling a bit dejected.

The alcohol amplified her emotions, making that feeling of unrequited desire even stronger than usual.

Han Yurou sat beside her, looking at her mother with some dissatisfaction.

“Mom, why did Brother Qin Lin leave?”

“He said it wasn't appropriate.”

“What’s inappropriate about it?” Han Yurou curled her lip. “It’s not like I’m an outsider.”

Han Qing looked at her and suddenly asked,

“Yu Rou, what exactly are you trying to do?”

Han Yurou was stunned for a moment.

“I... I’m just curious.”

“Curious about what?”

“Curious about you guys...”

Han Yurou blushed, but she continued anyway,

“Curious about how you guys do that kind of thing.”

Han Qing: “...”

She found that she understood her daughter less and less.

“Yu Rou, haven't I told you everything? Besides, that's an adult matter.”

“I know,” Han Yurou said. “That’s why I’m curious. Mom, just let me watch, okay? I won't make a sound.”

Han Qing covered her face.

This child was truly... outrageous.

“Enough, go to sleep.”

She rolled over, turning her back to her daughter.

She didn't hold it against her daughter for ruining her good moment.

After all, she really was in a bad mood tonight, and the alcohol had slowed her thoughts.

Han Yurou, however, was persistent; she also lay down and hugged her mother from behind.

“Mom, don't be angry.”

“I'm not angry.”

“Then turn around.”

Han Qing remained unmoved.

“Mom, you have such a good figure.”

Han Qing's body stiffened.

“Yu Rou, what are you doing?”

“Just a little touch.”

“Mom, how is your waist so thin?”

Han Qing felt a bit ticklish from her touch, and also... a strange sensation.

“Yu Rou, stop messing around.”

“I'm not messing around.”

“Mom, your chest... how is it so big?”

Han Qing's face turned red.

“Yu Rou!”

“Really.”

“It's much bigger than mine. Mom, do you think men all like big ones?”

Han Qing took a deep breath, trying hard to stay calm.

“Not necessarily.”

“Then does Brother Qin Lin like them?”

Han Qing fell silent.

She remembered the way Qin Lin looked at her, especially when she wore that black knitted dress.

Han Qing finally couldn't help it; she turned around and grabbed her hand.

“Yu Rou, what exactly do you want?”

Han Yurou looked at her with innocent eyes.

“I’m just curious.”

“Mom, tell me, do you and Brother Qin Lin... often do this?”

Han Qing looked at her, not knowing what to say.

The alcohol had slowed her reactions and blurred her reason.

“How do you guys... how does it start? How does it end?”

Looking at the expectant look in her daughter's eyes, Han Qing suddenly had a strange thought.

Is this child really just curious?

Or... is there lingering affection?

Although there wasn't much affection to begin with, she had known Han Yurou's thoughts for a long time.

From the first time they met, the way her daughter looked at Qin Lin was different.

“Mom.”

Han Yurou raised her head and looked at her.

“Are you angry?”

Han Qing looked at her, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

Angry?

What right did she have to be angry?

Didn't she also like Qin Lin? And she was the one who liked him first.

“I'm not angry.”

Han Yurou's eyes lit up.

“Really?”

“Really.”

Han Yurou smiled happily and hugged her again.

“Mom, you're so good.”

Han Qing gently patted her back.

The two lay quietly, each with their own thoughts.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, falling upon the mother and daughter.

In Bedroom No. 003, it was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.

After a while, Han Yurou suddenly said,

“Mom, I have an idea.”

“What?”

Han Yurou leaned into her ear and whispered,

“Actually, I can help you get pregnant.”

Han Qing's mind went blank for a few seconds.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just...”

Han Yurou's voice grew even smaller, carrying the characteristic shyness of a young girl, yet also a certain firm determination.

“We are a family. Whether it's me pregnant or you, isn't it all the same?”

Han Qing bolted upright and looked at her daughter.

“Yu Rou, do you know what you're saying?”

Han Yurou also sat up and looked at her.

“I know, Mom. I'm not a child anymore. I've thought it through very clearly.”

Han Qing looked at her, not knowing what to say.

How could this child think of this?

But once that thought appeared, it could no longer be suppressed.

If we are a family...

Me pregnant or you...

All the same...

She lay back down and closed her eyes.

“Go to sleep.”

Han Yurou looked at her mother and didn't say anything more.

She also lay down and hugged her mother from behind.

Moonlight spilled in through the window, falling upon the two overlapping figures.

In Bedroom No. 003, it was so quiet that only the sound of breathing remained.

But in both of their hearts, waves that could not be calmed were surging.

This night was destined to be sleepless.

...

The third day after the RV's upgrade.

The Viewing Platform on the second floor became the place where everyone gathered most often.

The reason was simple.

After being cooped up in the RV for so long, there was finally a place to get some fresh air.

Even though it was a high temperature of 45°C outside, and the air was so distorted that even distant scenery was unclear.

But the Viewing Platform's Energy Shield perfectly blocked all of that out.

Standing on the platform, feeling the comfortable temperature and looking through the transparent shield at the purgatory-like world outside, there was an indescribable and wonderful feeling.

“It’s like visiting a zoo.”

Li Ying described it this way.

“Except the one locked in the cage is the outside world.”

It was currently afternoon, and the sunlight spilled down through the shield, filtered into a soft light.

A few comfortable lounge chairs and a small round table were set up on the platform, with chilled drinks and fruit on the table.

Right next to it was the Open-air Swimming Pool, its azure water shimmering with ripples under the sun.

Qin Lin leaned back in a lounge chair, holding a glass of ice water, but his eyes could not focus on the glass.

Because the sight before him was simply too pleasing to the eye.