Chapter 2 He Tried to Feed Me
After everyone left, only Jiang Zeyu and I remained in the room.
"Older Brother, is your brain broken?" I spoke up boldly.
Jiang Zeyu pressed his lips together and looked at me dejectedly. "Baobao, why are you so far from Mother?"
Mother? What Mother?
I looked around in confusion, then my gaze landed on Jiang Zeyu.
"You mean... you're my mother?" I was dumbstruck.
Memory disorder was one thing, but even gender cognition was disordered?
Under my terrified gaze, Jiang Zeyu nodded primly.
I fell into silence.
After a long while, I tried to correct his thinking. "How could my mother be a man? Touch yourself and see. How could you possibly be my mother?"
"My mother should be full in front and back, with a slender waist." I recalled Mother's figure.
Jiang Zeyu froze for two seconds, then reached out and felt himself from top to bottom.
After finishing, his expression gradually grew firm.
"I am your mother. I'm also full in front and back, and I also have a slender waist.
"If you don't believe me, look."
He threw off the quilt, wearing only thin sleeping clothes, and walked before me with his clothes in disarray.
After looking at him twice, I was speechless again.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, perky rear. A teardrop mole at the corner of his eye, delicate and charming.
Through the wide-open collar, I saw his snow-white chest muscles tinged with pink.
Further down was a lean, powerful yet slender waist.
Enough. I couldn't look anymore. Looking more would make me feel inferior!
A grown man, fine if his chest was bigger than mine, but his waist was thinner than mine too.
I didn't want to live!
"Enough, really enough. If I look any more, I won't live," I said with empty eyes, no will to live.
Jiang Zeyu was startled by my tone and hurriedly cupped my face in nervous hands. "Baobao, what's wrong? Don't scare Mother."
"Nothing. I'm just hungry." I perfunctorily found an excuse, only wanting to leave this place quickly.
Hearing this, Jiang Zeyu froze.
He thought for two seconds, then yanked open his own sash.
The sleeping clothes slid from his shoulders, barely hanging at his waist.
"It's all my fault. I forgot to nurse Baobao." He smiled a little, then tried to press me into his arms.
"Jiang Zeyu, have you gone mad!" I stared at him in terror and began struggling desperately.
Seeing me resist, the corners of his eyes reddened.
"It's all right. Baobao is just hungry and throwing a tantrum. Once you're full, you won't hate Mother anymore," he murmured in a low voice.
The moment the words fell, Jiang Zeyu pressed down on the back of my neck and forced me hard against his chest.
The moment I was buried against his chest, I was completely finished. I became pure of heart and free of desire.
Although I often liked to joke around, saying things like Male Mom, suck suck suck.
I didn't actually want to suck!
Shameful. Too shameful.
My cheeks instantly burned red. Both hands braced on his shoulders, I started pushing him back.
Just as I pushed him away a little, the hand on the back of my neck pressed harder again.
Afraid of being pressed against his chest once more, I hurriedly spoke up.
"Enough, enough. I'm full." My face was full of shame and fury.
Damn Jiang Zeyu. Neither in my last life nor this one had I ever been this humiliated.
I tugged at his clothes and wrapped him up tightly.
I raised my head ready to scold him, but was stunned by how he looked right then.
The young man who had always been cold and stunningly beautiful now had a face full of blush. His lips were bitten crimson by himself, and thin mist filled his eyes.
His crow-blue lashes trembled nervously. His eyes carried a faint daze and threads of shyness.
"So this is what it feels like to feed a child."
"So strange," he murmured.
I shoved him away hard, turned, and fled in panic.
Had this guy studied the way of motherhood in his dreams? How could he be overflowing with maternal love like this!