Chapter 22.3 - Desire (3/4)

Tang Huan silently turned around. Song Mo sat cross-legged on the bed stove, carefully wiping her hair from top to bottom. When he noticed her fair earlobe, he quickly closed his eyes.

“Mhm, it feels great. Uncle is the best.” Tang Huan’s head swayed along with his movements, and her voice was soft. “Ah, a little lighter, Uncle. It kinda hurts…”

It was pitch black outside. People in the village generally wouldn’t light up at night. Some things could be done in the dark, and those that couldn’t, they would do them the next morning. The Song family was no exception, but Tang Huan lit a candle on purpose tonight.

In the closed-off room and under the dim candlelight, with the unique fragrance of the girl’s body at the tip of his nose and her delicate cries by his ears, Song Mo’s breathing became heavier and heavier, hoping for this to end soon. But because he was feeling guilty, he didn’t dare to ask her to stay quiet.

“Uncle, the clothes on my back seemed to be wet. Let me lift my hair to the front and turn my body sideways.”

“Okay.”

Tang Huan moved her hip-length black hair to the front and faced him sideways, her body slightly bent and her head lowered.

Song Mo went completely still.

In this position, her side profile and neck were exposed, and the loose collar of her zhongyi loosened even more as she moved, revealing the shocking sight of her deep cleavage in the middle of her snowy white breasts.

If Song Mo was merely feeling nervous just now, his body was about to catch fire now.

But he could only pretend not to see; otherwise, if he gave up halfway, his niece would undoubtedly ask him why. What if…

He wrapped her long hair in the towel and gently rubbed it with his eyes shut.

He wasn’t looking at her, so Tang Huan could stare at him from the corner of her eyes. But because of her posture, she could only see below his chest. If she lifted her head, he would be aware of her actions. Of course, there was nothing worth noting on his chest, but why was something standing between his legs? Although he had deliberately covered it with his zhongyi , Tang Huan still noticed it.

Tang Huan chuckled.

This was an honest man, but he was way too easily aroused.

Her master had said that men who have never loved were easily tempted when they were faced with desire and temptation. That was a natural instinct. When that instinct was awakened, the more they controlled and suppressed their desire, the stronger it would become.

She was seducing him by his side. This time, he wasn’t a forest ranger but her uncle. Since he had to take care of her, he couldn’t hide even if he wanted to. So, Uncle Song, how long could you hold out?

However, she needed an opportunity to appeal to him, otherwise, if she acted hastily, he might be suspicious of her. Their identities as uncles and nieces wasn’t only a shackle that bound him to her, but also a barrier that prevented her from making a move on him.

After he finished wiping her hair, the clothes on Song Mo’s back were almost soaked.

Tang Huan casually hung her towel, blew out the candles, took off her shoes, and climbed onto the bed stove.

Her hair was no longer dripping wet, but it was still damp. Tang Huan naturally looked for something to do. “Uncle, I can’t sleep when my hair hasn’t dried yet. It’s boring if I just sit around and do nothing. Why don’t I give you a shoulder massage? Your shoulders must be sore from working all day.”

After the long torture just now, Song Mo’s sleepiness had long disappeared, but he didn’t dare to agree to her suggestion. He lay down, ready to sleep. “There’s no need. Uncle just wants to sleep now. Maybe you can relight the candle and sew clothes or something. And then you can rest up after your hair has dried.”

“Uncle, my father never allowed me to sew under the candlelight at night. He said that it was bad for my eyes.” Tang Huan said quietly.

Song Mo thought that she had a valid point. “Well, then you…”

Tang Huan swooped down on him like a spoiled child. “Uncle, don’t be overly polite to Jinzhi. You have always taken care of me, Jinzhi simply wants to fulfill my filial duty to you. I used to massage my father’s shoulders, but now that he is gone…you’re my only family left. So, Uncle, can you stop being so polite to me? If so, I’ll assume that you’re still upset about how Grandma treated you, and you don’t regard Jinzhi as your niece…”

In the darkness, he could feel the heat of her breath on his face and her soft breasts pressing against his body. Song Mo was stiff and unable to move. As for what she said, he heard it, but it was like he hadn’t heard it. The only thought in his mind was to agree to whatever she said. Once he agreed, she would get up. “All right, Jinzhi. Please help me massage my shoulders then.”

“Mhm, then sit up quickly, Uncle!”

Tang Huan straightened up happily.

Relieved, Song Mo sat up slowly with his legs crossed and his back to her.

Tang Huan leaned behind him and pulled his collar down with her small hand. “Uncle, it takes more effort to massage through clothes. Please take off your shirt. Hehe, the room is dark, so you don’t have to be shy. Besides, I recall my father saying that since my mother died early, my grandma didn’t like me, and my father often didn’t have time to watch over me, Uncle was the one who accompanied me the most when I was young. You had done things like holding me while I wee-wee and give me a bath… If you are embarrassed in front of Jinzhi, do I have to be ashamed of seeing you in the future?”

Song Mo didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.