Chapter 20.2 - Innocent (2/2)

Song Mo wiped off the sweat on his forehead, turned around, and slowly put on his robe.

He only turned back after ensuring that he was properly dressed.

To put on her clothes without waking her up, he must keep his eyes open.

His niece’s arms rested quietly on both sides. He had barely draped her robe on her right side, while the left side of the robe was lying on the bed stove beside her, exposing the dudou made of fine white cloth she was wearing inside. He didn’t dare to look, so he shifted his gaze upward, but his eyes were drawn to her delicate and fair neck instead. Her head was resting on the pillow, revealing her graceful and alluring neckline, and her defined collarbone below showed how skinny she was, making her appear even more pitiful.

Song Mo became thirsty all of a sudden.

He couldn’t help but look at his niece’s face.

Her slender willow brows were slightly frowning, her thick eyelashes were trembling, her pretty cheeks were flushed, and her vermilion lips were slightly parted, charming and lovely.

In the blink of an eye, his niece had grown into a young lady. He still remembered how she looked when she was three years old, with big watery eyes, giggling while demanding her second uncle to carry her.

If Dong Minghua really had something going on with his cousin, he was blind to let Jinzhi down!

Jinzhi, don’t you worry. Your second uncle would take good care of you and find you a good man.

Anger and pity dispelled the unwanted lust in the man’s heart. He gently tied her clothes, as if she were a baby doll, and what he was holding was not a young lady’s zhongyi , but a small child’s dudou .

Song Mo was about to get up after he finished putting her blanket on.

Tang Huan blinked her eyes open and stared resignedly at the man’s back.

Was this man really picked up by Jinzhi’s grandfather from the streets? Or was he the illegitimate son of her grandfather and his old lover behind his wife’s back? After his lover died in childbirth, the old man came up with this lame excuse to bring his son home, and then only told Song Mo the truth before dying. That was why Song Mo, this illegitimate son, treated her as if she were his blood-related niece?

Otherwise, why was he so…so unmanly?

She should have stripped herself naked and see if he would act like a beast for once!

“Uncle…”

Tang Huan rubbed her eyes and sat up, yawning and covering her mouth. When she sat up, her shoulder brushed up against Song Mo’s, who was about to get up. She was still in a daze, as if she hadn’t realized they had slept together under the same blanket.

Song Mo took the initiative to explain the nightmare she had last night.

Tang Huan froze and instantly blushed. She lowered her head shyly as she sneaked a peek at their clothes. “Uncle, I, I didn’t-”

“It’s all right, Jinzhi,” Song mo said with a smile. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. Last night was an unusual situation. Uncle knew that you didn’t mean it. Besides, in Uncle’s eyes, Jinzhi is still a little child. Okay, you should sleep for a little longer. Uncle is going to make breakfast. I will call you when breakfast is ready.” He quickly got down from the bed stove and put on his shoes. As for his trousers, it was better if he wore them outside.

Tang Huan curled her lips, lifted her blanket, and pretended to rummage around with a curious expression on her face.

Song Mo heard her movements and turned to look at her, a little puzzled. “What are you searching for?”

Tang Huan looked at him innocently. “Uncle, did you hide a stick under the blanket? It seemed to be poking at me last night. It felt kind of strange. But why would Uncle hide a stick in the blanket? Or was it just a dream?”

She stared intently at him. Song Mo was ashamed and embarrassed, but he didn’t dare to show it on his face. “What stick are you talking about?” he asked, forcing a smile. “You must have been dreaming.” He wanted to get out as soon as possible, fearing that he wouldn’t be able to hold on for even a moment longer.

Tang Huan touched her back and said, “Yes, it must have been a dream. Otherwise, even if there was a stick, it couldn’t poke me if there was no one to support- Ah! It’s nothing. Uncle, hurry up and cook!” As if realizing that she had said something wrong, she hastily pulled the blanket over herself and hid in it without saying anything further.

Song Mo fled in a panic.

He wanted to pretend like what happened last night had never happened, but when his niece said the word ‘stick’ just now, he shamelessly had an erection. The heat from her lower abdomen unintentionally grinding against him last night, the suffering and strange pleasure he felt when it rested between her buttocks in the morning, as well as her glistening, pale shoulders and soft, plump breasts, suddenly became vivid in memory.

Song Mo kept splattering water on his face.

Unfortunately, the cold water that had been able to suppress the heat in his body at first seemed to gradually become warmer.

He didn’t dare to look at her during breakfast.

Until Dong Minghua and Jiang Yuzhu visited them together. At that time, he was inside the house while his niece was outside. When he went out, his niece was standing alone at the door, while the two cousins were standing side by side in front of her. The gentle morning ray that fell on them somehow irritated his eyes. Jiang Yuzhu looked sympathetically at his niece, but she gently tugged at Dong Minghua’s sleeve and spoke softly to him. After several awkward attempts to avoid Jiang Yuzhu’s hands, Dong Minghua relented.

Song Mo finally believed his niece’s words. Dong Minghua…did not deserve her.

“What are you here for?”

He walked out, stood in front of his niece, and looked down at Dong Minghua with a cold expression on his face.

He stood between the two sides like a mountain with such a grim expression on his face that Jiang Yuzhu couldn’t help but let go of Dong Minghua’s arm. Dong Minghua even took two steps backward and said with a lack of confidence, “Uncle, I-I’m here to see Jinzhi.” He came because he missed her. He had intended to come alone, but his biaomei told his mother that she, too, wished to console Jinzhi. His mother had agreed as she didn’t know the relationship between his biaomei and him.

Song Mo ignored the embarrassment on Dong Minghua’s face and said in a cold tone, “It’s better that you call me Second Uncle Song.”

Dong Minghua’s face blanched in an instant.

Jiang Yuzhu lowered her head, a small smile forming at the corners of her lips.

Tang Huan looked at the tall man in front of her, wanting to pounce and kiss him! Whether he was doing it for the sake of his niece or her, the Song Mo now was really…alluring! She just wanted to get rid of the two flies, drag Song Mo back onto the bed stove, and ride wantonly on him!

Oh, uncle, when are you going to give in to me? Your niece really wanted you right now!

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