Chapter 179 The Door of Desire

Sitting quietly in the bedroom, watching the sky outside the window getting darker little by little, Shen Wenqi forgot to turn on the light.

He was anxiously waiting for the beautiful night that was coming, and only his mother's seductive words were heard. I never locked the door.

What will happen when I open that door?

Since he had thought about Jiang Yibai, almost every moment he closed his eyes, his mother's seductive body would sway in front of him. Coupled with the strong stimulation caused by peeping, Shen Wenqi himself did not realize that at this moment he had become the embodiment of desire. The fire of desire was quietly burning in the darkness, and eventually swallowing him up.

The night is low, and the villa covered in the night looks particularly empty, with a sense of desolation in the silence.

It is only more than ten steps from Shen Wenqi's room to Jiang Yibai's room, but now it seems quite long to walk.

When Shen Wenqi finally held the door handle, he clearly heard his strong heartbeat.

Shen Wenqi gently turned the door handle and did not move!He tried twisting it a few more times but couldn't open it.

The door was actually locked!

Shen Wenqi's heart sank. Is his mother lying to herself?

Qier, you...

Just then, Jiang Yibai walked out of the bathroom door and saw Shen Wenqi holding the door handle with fire in his eyes, but he couldn't continue to say the words behind him.

It's a real failure. When did my mother go to the bathroom?

Even though Shen Wenqi was as thick-skinned as a city wall, he said with a slightly red face because he was knocked out on the spot: Well, this door seems to be broken.

At this time, Shen Wenqi did not notice the dim look on Jiang Yibai's face.

Maybe it's broken, I'll give you a key.

Jiang Yibai glanced at Shen Wenqi with some resentment, lowered his head and searched in the bath frame in his hand for a while, and handed over a key.

Shen Wenqi inserted the key into the keyhole and tried it several times but couldn't open it. It seems that the lock is really a problem. Mom, why can't this door be opened?

Jiang Yibai's beautiful eyes glanced at Shen Wenqi's big hand holding the key, and whispered in a pun: The key is right there, just use the right method.

Shen Wenqi is so smart that he has already heard what his mother said. It seems that if he wants to enter, it is not as simple as he thinks. He must meet certain conditions for his mother.

This kind of dialogue like Buddhists fighting a video made Shen Wenqi feel very fresh and good, which completely avoids those difficult words.

At that moment, Shen Wenqi also learned Jiang Yibai's words and asked with mystery: What would happen if he used the wrong method?

Before Shen Wenqi finished speaking, the key was too hard because he was distracted and tried too hard. At this moment, it was like a realistic answer to Shen Wenqi's words.

Jiang Yibai looked at Shen Wenqi with a deep impression, and a sad look was covered with a layer of sadness on his bright eyes, and he said lightly: I'll call someone to unlock the lock.

Holding the broken key, Shen Wenqi looked confused, looking at Jiang Yibai's elegant figure, and his cloud-like hair floated casually on her white and tender shoulders. The round shoulders added a bit of weakness to her mother.

Her graceful back, like a landscape painting, makes people reluctant to look away from her for a long time.

Only then did Shen Wenqi notice that his mother's back could attract his attention so much.

His eyes turned around and he looked at the door of Jiang Yibai's room again. In an instant, Shen Wenqi had an enlightenment in his heart.

This door is not in my mother's room, but in her heart. Shen Wenqi originally thought it was just an ethical taboo that made my mother deliberately escape from her, but if that was the case, she should simply reject me and let herself give up completely, but why did she always show that little affection to herself?

Shen Wenqi was really confused.

What exactly is the door in my mother’s heart?How can I open this door of desire?

Shen Wenqi fell into deep thought.

YY Dividing Line The night wind ignored people's feelings and was raging coldly outside the window. When it came to the city shining with neon lights, it seemed like a ghost domain that made people sink into the middle of the period in a drunken and dreamy way, but it was completely unaware of it.

It is said that wine is a matchmaker and can disrupt people's minds. This is true. Under the influence of deliberately drinking a lot of red wine, Shen Wenqi's body was obviously hot and his courage was much greater than usual.

Shen Wenqi's heavy breathing sprayed Jiang Yi's snow-white neck, his nose almost pressed against her jade-like little earlobe, greedily sucking the seductive fragrance of her mother's body. The hard part under her was almost a thread pressing against her plump and soft buttocks.

This is already the last way Shen Wenqi can think of. Tonight he proposed to go out for Western food with his mother. After he came back, he asked Jiang Yibai to stand with him in front of the floor-to-ceiling window on the third floor of his home to drink and enjoy the moon.

Fortunately, Jiang Yibai did not reject Shen Wenqi, but she did not smile from beginning to end. At this moment, Jiang Yibai wrapped her shawl tightly around her body, and she was leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window, as if she was making the most vulnerable resistance to Shen Wenqi.

Mom, how did you come through these years?I have never relied on anyone, it must be very hard for a woman to raise us!

Shen Wenqi's somewhat unrestrained words sounded in Jiang Yibai's ears, and the strong smell of alcohol squirted on Jiang Yibai's face, causing her to frown slightly and lean her whole body towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

But the more shy his mother was, the more excited Shen Wenqi felt, and couldn't help but open her arms and hug Jiang Yibai.

Qier, mom is tired.

Jiang Yibai did not answer Shen Wenqi's words, but instead broke away from his arms like a frightened bird, ran downstairs and returned to the room to avoid him.

He raised his head and drank the remaining wine in the glass in one sip. Shen Wenqi sighed a little dejectedly and sat under the floor-to-ceiling glass.

Although my mother had never concealed her affection for her, there was always an insurmountable gap between the two. Shen Wenqi had made various attempts these days. He could say with certainty that Jiang Yibai must be very clear about what he was going to do, because as long as Shen Wenqi's desires were together, her mother would find excuses to hide. The door of her mother's room seemed to have become her amulet.

But for Shen Wenqi, it was like a thorn choked in its throat, everywhere, always jumping out at the most inappropriate time to prove its existence.

It was not that he had thought of forcibly opening the door, but the remaining reason reminded Shen Wenqi that he could not do this, because the other end of the door was the person he cared about the most, and no matter what the situation was, he would not do anything to hurt his mother.

But at the same time, Shen Wenqi couldn't let go. His heart was struggling with pain. His mother was like the bright moon in the silk clouds in the night sky, hazy and mysterious. Shen Wenqi could never understand her heart.

Shen Wenqi thought to himself: It seems that there must be an opportunity, preferably the kind of opportunity that allows us mother and son to get along alone, or cannot show us as mother and son, and there is no damn door.