Adultery My Mom & the exchange student

[Penetration]

I saw a message sent to her by someone on my mother's cell phone, which made me almost spit out the watermelon while I was chewing it. 
　　"Zihan, go wash your hands and eat!"
　　"Ah...ok...Mom." 
　　I don’t know if I was startled by the message on my mother’s phone in front of me, or if it was because of my mother’s familiarity. At this moment, 
I suddenly felt flustered because of the message with a slightly unfamiliar voice. I suddenly felt that it was so sweet to bite into 
my mouth Watermelon is no longer sweet. 
　　Just for a moment, I spontaneously and inexplicably felt an icy chill in my heart, as if there was 
some unfathomable secret coming towards me. It was obviously a hot summer period, but it made me unnatural. 
A layer of frost-like goosebumps arose . 
　　"Why are you standing there? Why don't you put down the watermelon and wash your hands and eat!" 
　　Mom may not have seen me going to the bathroom to wash my hands. The tall Phantom quietly came to 
the door of the kitchen and looked at the watermelon in the living room with both hands. However, because of that message, 
I hesitated and said, 
　　"Ah, Mom, I understand, let's go now." 
　　Although I was puzzled by the WeChat message on my mother’s phone, when I saw my mother’s beautiful and delicate 
face with her cold eyebrows tightly knitted and her charming eyes filled with cannibalistic anger, years of conditioned reflexes made me 
I quickly 

　　I turned the corner and looked at my mother's figure behind me. I saw that my mother had walked from the kitchen door to the living room 
to pick up her mobile phone. She seemed to be checking messages with her back to me.
　　"Did you get it wrong?"
　　In the bathroom, I closed my eyes and tried hard to recall 
the message . 
　　"Could I have made a mistake? Mom has been posting a lot of TikTok these days in the countryside. Could it be that mom 
's girlfriends and friends are joking with each other?" 
　　The word that seemed to be "saucy" kept lingering in front of my eyes, which proved that I most likely did not make a mistake 

　　"How could my mother talk about such a topic with others? It must be her and her friends joking about each other." 
　　After I gave myself a reasonable explanation, I walked back. From the corner of my eye, I saw my parents in the kitchen preparing to 
take the cooked meals to the living room. I went to help without stopping for a long time and watched the family enjoying themselves.