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Uncle smiled knowingly and said, "What's wrong, Xiaoyan? Is it unfair?"
Just as Xu Chen on the screen was about to speak again, Uncle suddenly pressed the hang-up button.
"Let's continue doing something he can't guess, okay?"
I looked at Uncle, my fingertips trembling as I tightened my grip on the hem of my skirt, my tone a bit anxious. "W-what?"
Uncle chuckled but then reached out his hand to give me a few photos.
I hesitantly took them, only to find familiar faces in the pictures.
"This is... Auntie?"
At my words, Uncle nearly choked, his eyes filled with reproach as he lightly tapped my forehead with his finger.
"What nonsense are you talking? If there was Auntie, would I still kiss you?"
Uncle wiped away the last tear from the corner of my eye with his fingertip, speaking in a doting tone: "Take another good look."
I lowered my gaze, staring at that oddly familiar face.
It seemed I had indeed seen this person before, but I just couldn't recall.
It wasn't until Uncle pointed to Xu Chen's name that I finally remembered: "It's Xu Chen's sister!"
"Oh no, wait, he said she was his cousin!"
I vividly remembered how Xu Chen had introduced this nominal cousin to me with a proud expression on his face.
Uncle smiled and said, "Xiaoyan, you guessed right. Let me reward you with a few more photos, okay?"
So Uncle handed me a few more pictures.
I eagerly took them to look through. But this time, I suddenly felt my face flush.
A fiery red sunset seemed to have wrapped around my cheeks.
Seeing this, Uncle reached out and touched my cheek with his fingertip, the heat instantly transferring to his finger.
Uncle smiled and asked, "What's wrong?"
Uncle knew exactly what he was doing.
The few photos he handed me were all private pictures of Xu Chen and his cousin.
Not only did they make me blush, but they also felt like a sharp blade deeply stabbing my heart.
"Uncle..."
I spoke awkwardly.
But Uncle just laughed upon hearing me, draping his recently removed suit jacket over my legs, and then he picked me up in his arms.
In Uncle's embrace, he gently rubbed the tip of my nose with his warm fingertip:
"Xiaoyan, do you understand now?"
Uncle asked with a teasing tone, and I silently lowered my head:
"So, he has been with his cousin for a long time?"
Uncle shook his head as he listened:
"I'm not asking you to focus on that."
Uncle corrected me gently, and I felt a bit confused:
"Then what... is it?"
I gazed into Uncle's deep eyes.
There was even a faintly visible red mole at the corner of his eye.
Staring at Uncle's striking features, I felt myself getting lost for a moment, only to snap back to reality instantly.
This is my uncle!
I kept emphasizing in my mind.
But Uncle didn't give me the chance to regain my composure; he held me tightly, even cruelly not allowing me an easy escape.
Seeing my evasive gaze, Uncle smiled softly, a smile that was somewhat mesmerizing:
"Xiaoyan, do you know what Uncle wants?"
He asked me, and I bit my lip and pretended to shake my head:
"No..."
But the words "I know" were suddenly blocked by Uncle's kiss that came crashing down on my lips.
His kiss was domineering and passionate, like a wolf crazily devouring its prey.
I finally managed to push my uncle away, but he immediately darkened his expression:
"Xiaoyan, why can't you consider me?"
After saying this, he clenched his fists tightly, as if suppressing something.
Hearing this, I gasped in surprise:
"Uncle?!"
He remained silent, burying his head deep into my neck, speaking in a sulky tone:
"Why can he, Xu Chen, and I cannot?"
The more he spoke, the more aggrieved he sounded.
The intense heat was continuously radiating in my neck.
He was crying.
I reached out to pat his head to comfort him, but suddenly felt a sharp pain.
We were not related by blood.
My uncle was my father's brother without blood ties.
From the moment I was born, this boy in his teens became my uncle.
Now, counting the years, my uncle is just over thirty.
Looking at such a grown man, at this moment, not only shedding hot tears in my embrace but even biting me.
After a while, the tearing pain gradually brought me back to reality.
"... Uncle..."
I held back the pain and called out to him.
But he looked so aggrieved, leaning down to whisper in my ear, breath after breath:
"Uncle really likes Xiaoyan, did you know that?"
I... of course I knew.
When my uncle was twenty years old, I was five.
Curious, he cornered me in the room and I trembled as I spoke:
"Uncle?"
The more he heard, the more excited he became, stroking my head and lingering:
"Call me again."
"Uncle..."
"Be good, Xiaoyan, do you like Uncle?"
Uncle held a pile of beautiful clothes and limited edition TO signs to tempt me, his eyes filled with expectation.
"Child, if you like him, you have to say it out loud, understand?"
Uncle patted my head, waiting for my answer.
I nodded, took the gifts, and smiled as I said:
"Yanyan likes Uncle the most."
So that year when I turned twenty, I started dating a new boyfriend.
Uncle looked at me with eyes full of weariness and said sternly:
"Xiaoyan, do you still like Uncle?"
I blinked at Uncle, too afraid to speak.
Uncle leaned closer to me, his gaze fixed on me, teasingly asking:
"Does Xiaoyan not like Uncle anymore?"
I nodded and then shook my head repeatedly.
Seeing this, Uncle's expression clearly showed some anger.
"Hmm?"
Uncle asked awkwardly, waiting for my response.
But I was too scared to reply to him.
Later, I found myself pinned in an unknown corner being kissed by Uncle.
"Xiaoyan, from now on you can only like Uncle, understand?"
I nodded with tears in my eyes.
Uncle is so scary.
I want to escape.
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