Chapter 251: John's Mother's Approval

Hermione, in John's arms, could finally feel John's masculinity.

For the first time, she intuitively felt that John's strength was so great.

He could pick her up so casually.

In his hands, she was simply as powerless as Crookshanks.

A few years ago, he was clearly a little brat whose height and strength were not as good as hers...

There is a feeling that the puppy she raised has grown into a large dog that can press her against the wall with a backhand without paying attention.

Her heart was instantly filled with a sense of accomplishment and contrast.

"What's wrong?"

"Weren't you quite wild just now, why are you so obedient now?"

John looked at Hermione, who was timid in his arms, and couldn't help but mock.

Hermione really couldn't stand being stared at by John like this.

She simply covered her face and refused to say anything.

Doesn't this default to meaning surrender?

John grinned, too lazy to even turn off the living room lights, and directly carried Hermione back to the room.

Then directly threw her onto his big bed.

"Ah!"

Hermione, who was suddenly thrown out, was startled and sat on the soft mattress.

Then she opened her innocent eyes.

Looking at John's enlarged face with a teasing smile, completely occupying her field of vision.

Early the next morning.

Hermione climbed up from the bed in a daze and stretched comfortably.

Then she looked at the side casually.

Just one look, and she froze.

Because John was lying beside her, spread-eagled, with one arm still on her waist, sleeping defenselessly.

Consciousness returned, and the memories of last night surged like a tide.

They slept together last night.

Although it wasn't the first time, the previous ones were all accidents.

This time, it was active, thorough, and they slept together entangled and leaning against each other.

Hermione held her breath, trying hard to calm her heartbeat.

Although they didn't do anything out of line last night, after all, John was still a minor, and she didn't want to go to jail.

But the touch of him stroking her body last night was still vivid in her mind.

Hermione looked at John, who was still sleeping, and finally sighed helplessly.

There was both a trace of indulgent pampering and a kind of "old mother-style" worry.

What she indulged was his reckless behavior last night, and what she worried about was his lazy and unscrupulous teenage appearance.

After changing clothes, Hermione carefully tidied her hair and clothes in front of the mirror, preventing the hickey on her neck from being discovered.

After confirming everything was correct.

Hermione slowly pushed open the door and went out, intending to pretend that she didn't sleep in John's room last night.

However, just pushed open the door.

"Uh...."

"Hmm....?"

Outside the door, John's mother, who also got up early to prepare breakfast, passed by the corridor and ran into Hermione who had just come out.

The two looked at each other for half a second, and the air froze.

"Morning... morning, Auntie..."

Hermione's cheeks burned "pop", but she still supported a forced awkward smile and greeted John's mother.

John's mother looked at Hermione, then at the bedroom door.

"Oh my—" After coming back to her senses, the corners of her eyes instantly bent into crescents, and she pulled Hermione's little hand.

"Morning, little Hermione, hahaha..."

She tried hard to appear very natural, as if it were very reasonable for Hermione to come out of John's room, not making Hermione feel embarrassed.

But she also tried her best to poke her head in to confirm whether her precious son was also inside, rather than them changing rooms to sleep.

This appearance made Hermione infinitely shy.

"Auntie, let's go prepare breakfast, I'll help you."

Hermione had to pull John's mother's wrist and walk toward the kitchen.

"Ah oh, uh, okay, I..."

John's mother was pulled while constantly wanting to look back, just like a junior pulled by an elder.

It was upside down.

In the kitchen, the sizzling sound of frying eggs just rang out, and John's mother leaned close to Hermione's ear and lowered her voice: "Little Hermione... did you sleep well last night?"

Before the words fell, she quickly added another sentence.

"... Of course, Auntie is not probing anything! Just, just caring about sleep quality!"

Hermione's hand shook, and she almost threw the eggbeater into the oil pan.

After a long silence, Hermione spoke slowly.

"Fragrant...."

When saying this, she kept her head down and didn't dare to look at anyone, her thick hair covering her tightly, only revealing a little red ear tip.

"It's just... it's just a bit hot..."

After all, someone slept like an octopus, and insisted on burying his face in her arms and rubbing back and forth.

Hearing this, John's mother's eyes lit up with stars, but immediately coughed lightly, pretending to be serious.

"Oh... cough, John that child, his sleeping posture has been bad since he was a child, you bear with it."

"Hmm..."

There was another silence in the kitchen, only the oil pan sizzling.

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"Last night you..."

"We didn't do anything last night!"

John's mother suddenly asked quickly, and Hermione blurted out almost in seconds.

After the words fell, the two looked at each other.

After a silence, John's mother couldn't help but laugh out loud first, and her fingertips pointed at Hermione's hot forehead.

"Silly child, I'm not interrogating you, I'm also a person who has come over."

"My stinky boy doesn't know how to coax people and take care of people like you, being able to meet you, he can be considered to have picked up a treasure."

"Ah, but of course, my boy is also not bad in many aspects~"

"Mom doesn't oppose you being together~"

Listening to these words, Hermione, who had been nervous to the point of being unable to breathe, was like a rag doll whose bones had been drawn out, leaning softly against the edge of the kitchen counter.

Strictly speaking, Hermione and John had always been in an underground relationship.

Parents belong to seeing through but not saying through.

Seemingly didn't oppose, but actually didn't agree either.

John's parents seemed to like her very much, but that was liking her as this well-behaved and sensible person.

Not liking her as a daughter-in-law.

That's why she was nervous.

Only those who have truly experienced it understand how torturous it is to look like a sure thing but be undecided.

Now that she was truly accepted, Hermione completely collapsed against the edge of the kitchen counter.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say "Thank you Auntie," but only a little breath rolled out of her throat, like honey syrup melted by the sun, thick and hot.

"Actually, you can call me Mom now~" John's mother saw what Hermione wanted to say, so she blinked and said with a smile.

Hermione: "......"

Then the two of them couldn't help laughing, like real family members.

Just at this moment.

"Honey, why is there a burnt smell?"

John's father's puzzled voice suddenly came from the living room.

"... Uh?"

Both were stunned, and then came back to their senses.

Then they looked at the bottom of the pot that had been burned dry, and the fried egg that was completely stuck to the bottom of the pot.

Today's breakfast at John's house.

It was a dark version of love heart fried egg. ===== CHAPTER 252 =====