The man was no fool. Although he understood that the girl's request was born of intoxication, he couldn't help but seize the opportunity for a moment of intimacy with her. He would never have imagined such a chance to be so close, and he desperately wanted to hold onto it.
Afraid she might change her mind, he quickly nodded in agreement. "You... stay still. I'll come around and carry you."
"Mm... No hurry, Uncle. You can take your time," she murmured.
Her words, soft and languid from the alcohol, stirred something in him. Her voice, sweet like honey, sent a wave of heat coursing through his body, his heart racing with a frenzied excitement.
He opened the door on the side where she was sitting, cautiously drawing closer to her. To his surprise, she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and effortlessly leaned into his chest, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The man froze for a moment, unsure whether to move, afraid that any sudden motion might hurt her.
The girl, so delicate, felt almost weightless in his arms—like a child, despite her petite frame.
Her fragrance, intoxicating and sweet, seemed to fill his senses. He longed to hold her tighter, to press her firmly into his embrace, to fuse with her, to make this moment last forever. He had loved her for so many years, and this was the first time he could feel her warmth so intimately.
She was his goddess, the one he had never dared to touch. And yet now, here she was, nestled in his arms, completely surrendering to him. His entire being trembled with emotion, and he wished he could freeze time, make this moment eternal.
Lin Ruirui's hand rested lightly on his shoulder, her other hand pressing gently against his rapidly beating chest.
"Thank you, Uncle~"
Her sweet breath and words made him dizzy with desire, his heart swelling with affection.
He carried the light-as-air girl to her apartment door.
Instead of asking to be set down, she stayed in his arms, guiding him with her finger to the keypad to unlock the door.
Once inside, she didn't turn on the lights or ask him to set her down. Instead, she pointed toward her bedroom.
"Uncle, over there... that's my little nest."
Following her direction, the man carefully carried her into the bedroom.
He gently laid her on the bed, but she didn't release him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered softly in his ear.
"Uncle, you're the first man to come into my little nest. You have to be gentle with it, okay?"
Then, without waiting for a response, she let go, allowing herself to fall back onto the bed. She giggled, the sound light and carefree.
The man, knowing she was drunk, didn't dwell on her words, which had caused a flutter in his chest. He covered her with a blanket and went to the living room to find the light. He then made her some warm water and honey from the kitchen to help with her hangover.
He brought the cup of warm honey water to her bedside, his voice soft and hoarse, trying to rouse her.
"Drink this, little one. You've had a lot to drink, the honey will help you feel better in the morning."
But no matter how many times he called her name, the girl remained deeply asleep, her breathing steady and peaceful. Watching her, the man felt a mischievous impulse rise within him. He decided, in that moment, to play a little trick on the sleeping girl.
He reached out carefully and lifted the edge of her blanket. And then, to his shock, he discovered something completely unexpected—she was sleeping in the nude. His face turned crimson instantly, and his hand jerked back as if burned. In a flurry of embarrassment, he hastily pulled the blanket back over her, hoping she hadn't noticed.