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"Uncle Xu, how did you get drunk again?"
I was an innocent girl, unaware of the dangers that might be lurking beneath the false surface.
I complained lightly to mask my concern as I placed the cup on the bedside table, along with that four-hole button. "Oh dear, how can you sleep like this? It's so uncomfortable."
I leaned over and wrapped my arms around Mr. Xu's legs, using my youthful warmth to ensure that even in his sleep, he could feel it. Then, I helped him take off his shoes and socks, laying him flat on the bed.
I had a deep understanding of how heavy a drunk person could be; I had helped my mother carry my father, who was completely wasted, into the house several times before.
So by the time I finished these tasks, I was drenched in sweat, the scent of shower gel quickly evaporating in the room. Not to mention, I was kneeling at the edge of the bed, just half an inch away from Mr. Xu.
Next, I needed to remove his suit jacket. I grasped Mr. Xu's left shoulder and exerted all my strength—huff, Mr. Xu didn't budge at all.
"Uncle Xu, you need to help a little; otherwise, I can't manage." As soon as I spoke, my arms felt much lighter. I chuckled inwardly and pretended not to notice as I continued to help Mr. Xu undress.
His shirt and undershirt came off in just a few minutes with Mr. Xu's silent cooperation, leaving him lying bare-chested on the silky satin sheets.
Aside from my father and his drunken friends who often drank with their shirts off, I had never looked so directly at a man's upper body before.
Although Xu Wenmo was only a year older than me, Mr. Xu should be around my father's age as well; both had spent long hours immersed in alcohol. Why did my father have a bulbous nose, a big belly, and flabby flesh while Mr. Xu had a toned physique with firm skin? He wasn't overly muscular or greasy but maintained a perfectly balanced figure (I still find it hard to appreciate muscular men).
Can you imagine the scene?
I stared almost obsessively at Mr. Xu's body; every inch of his skin sent shivers down my spine. Unable to control myself, I raised my hand and lightly touched his abdomen with my cool fingertips. Mr. Xu inhaled sharply and moved slightly as if signaling me that my actions made him uneasy.
I snapped back to reality and smiled shyly, unsure if Mr. Xu was peeking at me through half-closed eyes; I had to remain flawless in my demeanor.
Then, maintaining my kneeling position, I slowly retreated to his leg's side and reached for the buckle on his belt.
Unexpectedly, Mr. Xu suddenly rolled over towards me. Instinctively, I leaned back but forgot that I was at the edge of the bed. As I flailed my arms wildly and watched helplessly as the back of my head approached the ground, Mr. Xu sprang up like a poised leopard and caught me in an embrace.
In an instant, I crashed into his chest!
My heart raced as I patted my chest and gasped for breath.
What felt like mere seconds stretched into what seemed like a century before Mr. Xu finally released me stiffly; I noticed a flush spreading across his chest, revealing clean nipples that were a delicate shade of pink.
"Uncle Xu, you're awake," I said with my head buried low, my voice youthful yet alluring.
"Um, why are you here?" Mr. Xu still sounded drunk as I slightly lifted my head and caught a glimpse of confusion and evasion in his eyes.
"I came down for some water and saw that Uncle Xu's room light was on, so I came to check on you."
"Oh, I'm fine; you should go back," Mr. Xu urged with an anxious tone.
I naturally cannot go back. I know why he is eager to rush me away. In the corner of my eye, Mr. Xu's trousers have already pitched a tent, and it seems to be expanding.
"I just got the water," I said, bending down to reach for the bedside table. My long hair slid over his shoulder, and the low neckline of my thin nightgown fell open, revealing the shapely curves beneath. My shoulder brushed against his, and we lightly grazed each other through the fabric. This series of small details was merely an "unintentional act." "I haven't drunk it yet; it's clean. My dad used to get really thirsty when he was drunk," I said, handing the cup to Mr. Xu, my beautiful and innocent eyes blinking as I looked at him. "Uncle Xu, have a sip; it will moisten your mouth."
He finally dared to meet my gaze, making what could happen tonight inevitable.
Taking the cup, he gulped it down in one go and tossed it back onto the bedside table with a thud, as if trying to pump himself up.
I was "startled" and anxiously glanced at the cup before looking back at him. "Uncle Xu, what's wrong? Why are you angry?"
He remained silent, his eyes fixed on me with an intense gaze that felt like I might drown in it.
"Don't regret it."
Before I could fully grasp the meaning behind those words, suddenly everything spun around me. In an instant, I found myself heavily sinking into the soft bed, Mr. Xu lunging at me like a demon with bloodied fangs.
Oh my God, I love this demon!
There’s no need to elaborate on what happened next; I'm sure the three present experienced it in their own ways.
During it all, although I was in unbearable pain, I repeatedly felt grateful that night—thanks to Xu Wenmo being taken hostage, I didn't end up giving my first night to that trash Xiao Shan!
I woke up in the early morning after barely an hour of sleep, my head buzzing and feeling dizzy.
Mr. Xu was half-sitting up, propping himself on his right arm, his gaze fixed on the door.
"What’s wrong?" I mumbled, following his line of sight. Immediately, I hurriedly covered my neck with the blanket and looked at Xu Wenmo in terror. She looked terrifying at that moment; her pitch-black pupils radiated an evil and chilling aura.
She stood there for several minutes, her gaze passing over me to lock eyes with Mr. Xu behind me. I suspected she had roots growing inside her that reached deep into the floor.
"Xiao Mo, it's my fault; I drank too much last night," Mr. Xu finally surrendered and said with guilt.
"Xu... Zhou," she pronounced each word slowly. "You—go die!"
Can you believe it? The usually gentle and elegant girl would say such cruel words to her own father.
"Xiao Mo—"
Xu Wenmo turned and walked away. I heard her open the villa's front door; her footsteps faded further away. At this time, the villa area was extremely quiet; the sound of her home slippers on the gravel path was clear as if it were right beside me.
"Mr. Xu," I turned back and looked at him innocently.
"Hey, it's fine; get up and go back to your room."
"Mr. Xu, are you angry with me?"
He patted the back of my head and said, "Silly girl, what did you do to make me angry? It's just not the right time; I need to go check on Xiao Mo. She's not feeling well."
"Oh, then you should go quickly. Dress warmly; it's cold outside," I replied obediently.
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