It was like a coquettish pout.
The man's body suddenly stiffened, and his footsteps came to a halt.
The next second, he turned around and looked at the little woman nestled on the couch, his heart hopelessly tender.
"Uncle."
The whirring sound of the hairdryer by her ear, the warm breeze, warmed her heart, and Ji Anning, in her drowsiness, was a bit forgetful of herself.
Clasping the man's waist, through the thin fabric, she felt the warmth of his body.
Uncle, Uncle.
Her beloved uncle, whom she couldn't extricate herself from, her domineering and proud uncle.
"Mhm."
A gentle response came from above her head, but unfortunately, she could no longer distinguish between dream and reality.
...
Ji Anning slept so soundly that she didn't know when she awoke. When she did wake up again, her whole body felt as if all the bones had been removed, soft and utterly devoid of strength.
