In the next instant, Zhuo Junyue moved swiftly, pressing her down onto himself.
His expression, his gaze, they were all too similar to a big, bad wolf, "Little one, do you believe now? Why do you think I slept on the couch last night?"
She bit her lip involuntarily, "Uncle, I... I can handle this."
Zhuo Junyue gently touched her hair, his body burning with heat.
"Forget it, you sleep first. I'll just take a cold shower."
Zhuo Junyue reluctantly got off her, Su Ningyan instinctively tugging at the corner of his clothes.
"Don't take a cold shower. I'm afraid you might catch a cold."
Zhuo Junyue hesitated for a moment, seeing her guilt-stricken face, how could he bear it?
He lay back down, slightly away from her, "Alright, let's sleep like this."
Could he sleep with her like this?
Su Ningyan couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, aren't you uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, not uncomfortable." He lied!
