Desire possesses, unable to escape from the palm of my roommate's uncle

The light yellow table lamp cast a warm glow beside the table. A girl in white home clothes sat upright on a chair. She had a pretty face and looked delicate and beautiful even without makeup.

The man half-kneeling before her was dressed in a dark suit with a stand-up collar shirt underneath. He had a formal, Chinese style, yet he was handsome and unrestrained. His full forehead was half exposed, and his three-dimensional features were softened by the light, but they still had a striking quality.

The atmosphere was just right, and both of them bowed their heads and remained silent.

Seeing the medicine being rubbed in, Fu Miaoxi shook her feet, her slender white calves provoking reverie: "Thank you, uncle, I really don't feel anything now."

Jiang Qingyan looked up at the girl and grabbed her thrashing legs. He didn't hold her at the thinnest ankle, but he could still wrap his hand around her.

"Fu Miaomiao, did you sleep well this afternoon?"

Fu Miaoxi felt a little uncomfortable as she watched Jiang Qingyan and her suddenly become closer. When she remembered that they had slept in the same bed in the afternoon, she became even more nervous.

"Sleep...sleep well."

Jiang Qingyan nodded: "Then don't sleep alone tonight."

After saying that, without giving Fu Miaoxi a chance to refuse, he picked her up from the chair.

"No, my light is still on!"

In a hurry, Fu Miaoxi subconsciously found a useless excuse.

Jiang Qingyan held her steady with one hand, stretched out his arm with the other, and turned off the light for her.

Then he held her in his arms and walked towards his room.

Jiang Qingyan's physical fitness is obviously very good. Every time Fu Miaoxi is held in his arms, she feels like she is being held tightly in iron arms.

Besides feeling at ease, I couldn't resist.

When the two of them walked out of the door, they saw Uncle Zhong standing outside Jiang Qingyan's door with a cup of tea, about to knock on the door.

"Young... Young Master."

Jiang Qingyan nodded, not caring at all about being seen holding Fu Miaoxi so openly: "Bring the tea in."

Uncle Zhong went in, put down the tea, bowed his head, greeted everyone, and left.

During this process, Fu Miaoxi buried her head tightly in Jiang Qingyan's neck, not daring to move, and not daring to look at Uncle Zhong as if she was trying to cover her ears and steal the bell.

When Jiang Qingyan put her on his bed, he saw that the girl's face was much redder than usual, which scared him.

"Why is your face so red?" Jiang Qingyan touched it tentatively: "Are you sick?"

Fu Miaoxi dodged his finger in anger: "It's all your fault. Everyone saw it."

Jiang Qingyan was a little puzzled: "You saw it? What did you see?"

"I saw you carry me in!"

Jiang Qingyan still looked puzzled: "This is my home, why should I hide when I hug you?" He did something even more excessive than hugging her in the office this afternoon.

Seeing that Jiang Qingyan really didn't feel anything, Fu Miaoxi became more and more angry, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why are you crying?"

Jiang Qingyan bent down and held her face with both hands, and began to come to his senses.

"Fu Miaomiao, why are you so shameless?"

He chuckled softly: "You are mine, I won't let anyone see things that shouldn't be seen, but when I get close to you can only be decided by my own heart, do you understand?"

"You want me to accommodate your feelings, but with your thin skin, won't I be suffocated to death?"

"You're right in front of me, but you can't kiss me or hug me. It's not fair to me."

Listening to Jiang Qingyan's twisted logic that made her blush and her heart beat fast, Fu Miaoxi covered his mouth with one hand. She was no longer angry or crying, she was almost embarrassed to death.

"do not talk."

Jiang Qingyan looked at her with a smile and gently bit the flesh on Fu Miaoxi's palm.

Fu Miaoxi abruptly withdrew her hand: "You!"

She stepped back from the foot of the bed to the headboard: "Hurry up and drink the sobering tea and go take a shower. You stink of alcohol and it's killing me."

Jiang Qingyan didn't care about the little cat's disgust after it stood on end. She went to the cloakroom to get some clothes and went to take a shower.

Fu Miaoxi was left alone in the bedroom, looking around.

The decoration of Jiang Qingyan's bedroom is almost the same as that of her guest bedroom, except that it is larger and has more complete furniture.

Not only does it have its own terrace, but it also has a sauna.

More than that, Fu Miaoxi couldn't see anything, and she couldn't just look around like she was shopping. She could only sit on the bed and wait for Jiang Qingyan to come out.

When Fu Miaoxi realized that she was sitting on Jiang Qingyan's bed, her cheeks, which had originally dissipated a little of the heat, began to turn pink again.

Perhaps because this was where Jiang Qingyan stayed most of the time in the mansion, the bitter fragrance unique to Jiang Qingyan on his bed was much stronger than anywhere else.

Once the bitter fragrance, no matter how cold, becomes strong, it will inevitably lose its refreshing effect. Instead, it will be like strands of ambiguity, woven into a web, tempting people to sink into it.

Only then did Fu Miaoxi realize how ambiguous it was that she and Jiang Qingyan shared the same incense.

Combining what Jiang Qingyan said and did to her today, Fu Miaoxi finally realized that Jiang Qingyan really regarded her as a canary that pleased him very much.

She feeds her with good food and drink, waiting for the day when she has grown to his liking and asks her for a return gift.

Fu Miaoxi was instinctively afraid of these things.

She didn't know much about love affairs between men and women, and she didn't know how far Jiang Qingyan would go before giving up.

Fu Miaoxi was just daydreaming aimlessly until Jiang Qingyan came out of the shower, and then she came back to her senses.

Jiang Qingyan changed into pajamas and came out with a towel draped over her shoulders and her hair half-dried.

Fu Miaoxi straightened up nervously: "Uncle."

"Why don't you cover yourself with a blanket?" Jiang Qingyan walked over to her and pinched her fair, tender feet: "Aren't your feet cold?"

Fu Miaoxi couldn't lie with her eyes open. On a late autumn night, even if the mansion had a constant temperature system, it couldn't resist the pervasive cold.

She nodded: "It's a bit cold."

Jiang Qingyan tucked her into the quilt and walked to the table to get a glass of warm water for Fu Miaoxi.

"Drink it."

"Thank you, uncle."

Watching Fu Miaoxi sipping it, he returned to the table and drank his sobering tea in one gulp.

Just at this moment, a phone call came in. Jiang Qingyan checked the caller ID and walked out: "I'm going to the study. If you're bored, watch some TV and wait for me to come back."

"Okay."

After Jiang Qingyan dealt with some urgent business and returned to the bedroom, he saw Fu Miaoxi leaning against the head of the bed watching anime, but her eyes were open and closed, and her head nodded again and again like a chicken pecking at rice, looking extremely sleepy.

Jiang Qingyan turned off the TV, which made Fu Miaoxi wake up briefly.

"Uncle, are you done?"

Jiang Qingyan turned off the lights and went to bed: "Go to sleep if you are tired."

After saying that, he pulled up the quilt and motioned Fu Miaoxi to lie down.

In the darkness, although Fu Miaoxi couldn't adapt to the light immediately, she knew that Jiang Qingyan was undoubtedly very close to her at this moment.

The heat from the man spread in front of her as if it had substance.

Unlike the daytime when she slept unconsciously in Jiang Qingyan's arms for an entire afternoon, letting Fu Miaoxi lie down at this moment brought her great psychological pressure.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Qingyan saw that the person in front of him hadn't moved for a long time. "Are you not sleepy anymore?"

"Sleepy……"

Haha, Jiang Qingyan chuckled, and in the dark, he accurately grasped Fu Miaoxi's waist and pressed her into his arms.

"So you're still hesitant and don't want to sleep?"

"Uncle...Uncle..." It was the first time in Fu Miaoxi's life that she lay in a bed with a man, their skin touching, sleeping in his arms, and her voice trembled.

"Are we... too fast?"

"Fast? How fast?"

"We've known each other for less than a month..."

"So what? You already slept in my arms this afternoon."

Jiang Qingyan's magnetic voice was right next to my ears, and my hearing, which had not been blurred by the darkness, became even more sensitive, and I was seduced by him and fell into a deep sleep in his gentle arms.

Fu Miaoxi gave up on herself and lowered her head: "But we don't know each other well enough."

"So Fu Miaomiao wants to know something about me?" Jiang Qingyan's tone immediately changed to a smile. "What do you want to know?"

"me……"

Fu Miaoxi couldn't explain it for a long time.

"It seems that Fu Miaomiao doesn't want to know much about me, so let me get to know Fu Miaomiao."

Jiang Qingyan put his hands around Fu Miaomiao's waist and behind her back, pulling her into his arms again.

"Miao Miao, have you ever had a boy you like?"