Feeling bored during the idle waiting time, Yang Haoran glanced around the elegantly decorated restaurant and asked Liu Ruoxi, “Mom, do you come to this restaurant often?”
He remembered that they had come to this same restaurant last time, and he had also been here with Ji Youxi.
Liu Ruoxi was looking at the scenery outside the window. Hearing her son’s question, she turned to look at him and said, “Not often.”
As she spoke, Liu Ruoxi also scanned the interior of the restaurant, her tone carrying a hint of complexity. “But this is the place where your mom first met your dad. It used to be a hotel back then, and your dad worked here part-time as a waiter.”
Yang Haoran sensed that his mother still held feelings for his father and immediately fell silent. He didnβt want to evoke memories of his dad for her.
After speaking, Liu Ruoxi also became quiet for a moment, gazing at her sonβs handsome face, whose contours faintly resembled those of the clumsy waiter from years ago.
After finishing their meal, his mother went to pay the bill, while Yang Haoran walked outside to the corridor and leaned against the railing to wait for her.
When Liu Ruoxi came out, she called out to her son, and the mother and son decided to stroll around the mall. Liu Ruoxi bought Yang Haoran several sets of clothes and had him try them on. Only when she saw her sonβs dignified reflection in the mirror did she nod in satisfaction.
Having inherited her genes, Yang Haoran could be described as exceptionally handsome and attractive. With a bit of styling, he looked every bit the part of a refined and impressive young man.
Anyone who saw him would undoubtedly remark on what a handsome young man he was.
After Yang Haoran changed back into his casual clothes, Liu Ruoxi took him to the area near the massage chairs on the mallβs third floor.
“Wait here for a while. Mom needs to buy some things.”
Yang Haoran looked curiously at his mother, who appeared completely composed, and asked, “What are you buying?”
He clearly noticed that after he asked this question, a faint blush rose to both sides of his motherβs stunning cheeks, like the brilliant hues of a sunsetβbeautiful and enchanting.
“Lingerie. Wait here for a bit. Itβs not a suitable place for you to enter.”
Liu Ruoxi felt her face grow warm under her sonβs direct gaze. She brushed aside the hair at her temple with her hand, using the gesture toζ©ι₯° (mask) her flushed expression.
Yang Haoran considered his motherβs explanation. It was true that a womenβs lingerie store wasnβt an appropriate place for him to enter, but couldnβt he just wait outside the store for her?
Before he could fully process the thought, Liu Ruoxi had already turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation. Her long legs moved in swift, alternating steps, and within moments, she was seven or eight meters away from him.
A sudden realization struck Yang Haoranβs mind like a thunderbolt, jolting him awake. At the same time, it dawned on him that besides lingerie, there was something else… toys.
There were no BDSM toys at Yang Haoranβs home. In the past, Aunt Shen had thoughtfully prepared the toys for him, so he had subconsciously overlooked this detail. But his mother wasnβt Aunt Shenβshe didnβt have those toys.
If the mother and son were to engage in BDSM play, given Liu Ruoxiβs personality, she would never let her son be the one to purchase those items. So… (Note: Liu Ruoxi is not short on money; the system mall allows the exchange of items for points!)
Once he figured it out, Yang Haoran hurriedly chased after her. Just as his mother was entering the elevator, he rushed in alongside several other people who were also getting on.
Liu Ruoxi fixed her gaze on Yang Haoran as he rushed into the elevator. Mother and son locked eyes, but with several other people in the elevator, she couldnβt say much. Just as she was considering whether to simply use points to exchange for the items in the system mall, Yang Haoran leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Mom, those toys are for me to use. I want to choose them myself.”
Liu Ruoxi immediately realized her son had guessed her intention. She shot him an annoyed yet helpless glare but still pressed the button for the 6th floor.
The elevator slowly ascended to the 6th floor. When the doors opened, Liu Ruoxi stepped out first, and Yang Haoran followed cheerfully behind her.
Walking one after the other, they covered more than half of the 6th floor without exchanging a single word, eventually arriving at a shop tucked away in a corner of the floor plan.
The shopβs neon sign flashed a line of text in suggestive colors: “High-End Adult Products Store.”
At the checkout counter sat a heavily made-up proprietress, who still retained her charm despite being around forty years old. Inside the store, there were also two female shop assistants in their twenties, both of average appearance.
When Liu Ruoxi stepped into the shop, the proprietress instinctively looked up, a flash of astonishment in her eyes. As the two shop assistants moved to approach and assist Liu Ruoxi, she waved them off, gesturing for them to attend to other tasks. The proprietress then walked over to Liu Ruoxi and said with a professional smile, “Hello, what can I help you with?”
Out of the corner of her eye, the proprietress noticed Yang Haoran following behind Liu Ruoxi. Even though she was accustomed to all kinds of situations, she couldnβt help but show a flicker of surprise in her eyes.
Yang Haoran glanced around the storeβs layout, where various toys were displayed in glass showcases, creating a dazzling array. He stepped past his mother and asked the proprietress, “What BDSM toys do you have?”
“Ah!”
The proprietress was greatly surprised by Yang Haoranβs question. Her eyes darted back and forth between Yang Haoran and Liu Ruoxiβs faces, causing Liu Ruoxi to blush deeply and instantly regret her decision.
Snapping back to her senses, the proprietress realized how impolite it was to scrutinize customers like this. She hurriedly apologized to the two of them before proceeding to explain, “Please follow me. The BDSM toys we have in store include whips, collars, restraint ropes, blindfolds, floggers, anal plugs, gags, vibrators, nipple clamps, candles, bullet vibrators, lubricants…” With each item the proprietress listed, Liu Ruoxiβs face grew increasingly flushed. She pressed her lips together and remained silent, while Yang Haoran listened with great interest, occasionally asking the proprietress a few follow-up questions.
The proprietress felt there was a strangely intriguing dynamic between this pair. Especially Liu Ruoxi, with her expressionless demeanor and cold, elegantζ°θ΄¨ (aura)βthe proprietress simply couldnβt imagine the BDSM toys being used on her.
After browsing further, Yang Haoran first picked out an exquisitely crafted black collar with a matching silver chain. He then walked over to the nipple clamp section and found himself perplexed by the wide variety of types available. He was about to call out “Mom” to ask for her opinion but stopped himself just in time, changing it to, “Ruoxi, which type do you prefer?”
“Choose yourself.”
Liu Ruoxi stared coldly at Yang Haoran, her face like frost and her voice icy. Ever since Yang Haoran had picked the black collar, her expression had unconsciously turned cold.
Seeing his motherβs displeased expression, Yang Haoran decided not to invite further annoyance and took it upon himself to select a pair of nipple clamps with golden bells attached. He then went on to choose a whip, a bullet vibrator, a vibrator, and a gag. It wasnβt that he didnβt want to buy more, but seeing his motherβs expression growing increasingly stern, he had to stop.
When it was time to check out, to Yang Haoranβs surprise, his motherδΈ»ε¨ (took the initiative) to select a blindfold. Understanding his motherβs attempt at self-deception (ζ©θ³ηι mentality), Yang Haoran naturally didnβt refuse.