Zhuo Junyue pinned her against the wall with both hands clasping her shoulders, "Little thing, why did you call me uncle at first? Do I look old?"
Well, he admitted he was older than her, to some extent.
No, not old. The word should be mature.
Shouldn't a mature man be more desirable? Can't she see that?
Su Ningyan bit her lip, weakly saying: "When I first saw you, I was quite scared. I thought calling you uncle would make you seem more friendly, and that you might let me off."
As it turned out, this did not help, for he "devoured" her that very night.
Reflecting on the scene, Su Ningyan's feelings were mixed.
And what about that bed sheet? She wondered whether he had thrown it away or kept it in the safe.
Zhuo Junyue's lips slightly curved upwards, finding their relationship ever so amusing sometimes.
That period was the darkest time of his life.
Before he met her, Zhuo Junyue was obsessively clean, no woman was allowed to get close to him.
