After finishing speaking, Xiao Heng didn't look at Mrs. Xiao anymore and got up to head upstairs.
Though Mrs. Xiao was puzzled, she still followed him up. It wasn't until they entered Xiao Heng's bedroom that he stopped, turned around to look at her, and remained silent.
Mrs. Xiao felt a bit chilled by her own son's gaze. Her heart was very frustrated. Every time, she would come in anger and leave dejectedly. Clearly, she was the mother, but in front of her own son, she could never assert herself. However, this time it was a serious matter, and she would not allow herself to compromise easily.
So she stiffened her neck and said, "Why are you looking at your mother like that? I haven't even said..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Mrs. Xiao saw the smear of crimson on the messy sheets and suddenly choked back her words.
Wasn't that the mark left by a woman experiencing intimacy for the first time?
Could… could it be left by Meng Jingheng last night?
