Fortunately, Qin Yue's forehead was only slightly red, and it didn't appear to be too serious.
Chen Yifan breathed a sigh of relief and then asked her softly, "Does it hurt?"
"What do you think?" Qin Yue gritted her teeth, grumbling irritably.
Chen Yifan fell silent for a moment, then raised his hand and placed his palm on the spot on her forehead where she had been hit, gently moving his wrist to massage her forehead.
Qin Yue suddenly stiffened, seeming unable to move for a moment.
Since Chen Yifan entered adolescence, the distance between the mother and son was probably never less than about a meter, and such intimate actions as now had never occurred.
Being embraced by her son and having him massage the injured area on her forehead, Qin Yue unexpectedly felt a bit nervous and her heart raced.
However, she didn't say anything, forcing herself to calm down and letting Chen Yifan massage her forehead.
"I'm sorry."
Chen Yifan looked a bit guilty as he said.
Upon hearing him apologize to her, Qin Yue was surprised. If she remembered correctly, he had never said sorry to her before.
Even when he made mistakes and she scolded him, he usually just stood there listening silently, barely saying a word. Sometimes he even seemed very resentful, coldly retorting back at her.
"I-It's okay, just don't do this again in the future," Qin Yue said.
"I didn't know you were coming in, that's why I closed the door with such force," Chen Yifan explained.
"I'm not talking about that," Qin Yue said. "You didn't intentionally hit me with the door, so you're not entirely at fault. What I mean is, don't be so stubborn when Mom talks to you in the future. Different opinions and ideas can be discussed slowly; you shouldn't just retreat to your room."
"Hmm."
Chen Yifan, for the first time ever, surprisingly agreed in response to her words.
"Since you don't want to talk to me about your relationships with girls, I'll respect your decision as your mother. However, there is one thing you must do as I say," Qin Yue stated.
"How you choose to interact with girls is your own business, but regardless, you must not deceive them. If you don't want a serious romantic relationship, you must communicate this clearly with the girls beforehand. You can't let them feel hurt or betrayed. If you can't even do this, you won't be able to be a good person. Do you understand?"
"I understand," Chen Yifan replid softly.
Qin Yue felt happy upon hearing his response.
She thought to herself, "It seems like I'm doing a pretty good job as a mother."
Qin Yue was surprised at how quickly she managed to talk things through with her usually unresponsive son. She had expected him to remain indifferent like before.
Haha, it seems getting hit on the forehead by the door might not have been such a bad thing after all.
"Does it still hurt?" Chen Yifan asked.
His voice sounded much gentler than usual. Maybe because they were too close, his breath brushed against her ear as he spoke.
Feeling a sudden warm and slightly moist sensation on her earlobe, Qin Yue's body couldn't help but tremble lightly.
Her heart rate, which had just settled down, began to accelerate once more. A faint blush spread across her face and neck.
She unexpectedly blushed shyly in front of her own son.