Uncle, I want to hear a story (additional chapters for more when the collection reaches 100)
After Chu Minshen ejaculated, he became sober.
With a cold face, he turned on the shower, stood up, and quickly washed himself and Chu Jiao. Then, he wrapped Chu Jiao into a small dumpling with a bath towel, and stuffed her into the quilt that had been prepared in the guest room.
Then, he closed the bedroom door without looking back and left.
Chu Jiao bit the quilt.
Suddenly, he understood the sad feeling of "not recognizing people after doing it" often mentioned in novels.
Stinky second uncle, bad second uncle.
It was late autumn at this time, and the weather in the southwest was rainy. Chu Jiao listened to the howling wind outside the window and thought, let it rain and thunder soon.
While thinking, the body could not resist the invasion of sleepiness, and gradually closed his eyes.
"Boom--"
The muffled thunder woke Chu Jiao up. She rubbed her eyes and looked at the wall clock.
It was already twelve o'clock.
There was a heavy rain outside the window.
She was wearing a sky blue lace nightgown, picked up her teddy bear, got up, picked up her slippers, and walked towards Chu Mingshen's master bedroom with a clatter.
She knew without the system reminding her that the bedroom was a good place to cultivate feelings and physical contact.
What's more, she was still so young and afraid of thunder, so she wanted to sleep with adults. This excuse was perfect.
Of course.
As long as she got on that bed, it would not be so easy for Chu Mingshen to get her down.
"Knock, knock, knock--"
Chu Mingshen was looking at the training plan in his hand with a serious face when he heard the knock on the door. However, he knew in his heart that his thoughts had already drifted away.
After a while, he thought that his elder brother and sister-in-law were still dead, but he did such a beastly thing to their daughter tonight. He deserved to die.
After a while, Chu Jiao's white skin and those bright and moving big eyes appeared in front of him again. His body couldn't help but recall the boundless pleasure he had never experienced when his desire gushed out.
No one opened the door, so Chu Jiao stood on tiptoe and turned the doorknob.
"Jiao Jiao, what's wrong?"
Looking at the sleepy little person in pajamas holding a doll, Chu Minshen put down the documents in his hand and sat up.
"Well, second uncle, I'm scared."
Chu Jiao rubbed her eyes, climbed onto the bed nimbly, got into the wide quilt, and buried her head in Chu Minshen's waist.
Chu Mian Shen tilted his ears, listening to the thunder and lightning outside the house. He didn't want to push Chu Jiao away. The little girl had no parents now, and he was the only one she could rely on.
Thinking of this, Chu Mian Shen's heart softened again.
What happened in the evening was just a mistake.
Jiaojiao is still young and will soon forget it.
Chu Mian Shen told himself this, as if hypnotizing himself. Forget about this mistake, he is still Jiaojiao's good uncle.
I am her only relative.
I will love her and care for her.
I will raise her to be a unique and good girl in the world.
Chu Mian Shen patted Chu Jiao's hands, motioning her to let go, and he stood up and took Chu Jiao's little pillow and quilt.
How could he be so cruel to leave the little girl alone in the dark room?
Coming back from the cold second bed, Chu Mingshen punched himself in the heart again.
She was still so young, so fragile, and still needed a lot of meticulous care.
She should sleep with him. What
if she kicks the quilt at night? He can take care of her at any time.
"Uncle, I want to hear a story."
Chu Jiao slept for a while and was no longer sleepy. Leaning on the bed, blinking her big eyes, she looked at Chu Mingshen.
Humph. You are leaving me alone. I
punish you to tell me a story.
Tell a story?
Chu Mingshen only had military regulations in his mind. Where were the stories suitable for children to tell?
He suddenly remembered and walked to the bookshelf.
There was an unopened story collection on it. It was the birthday gift he was going to give to the little girl this year.
Well, it comes in handy now.
Chu Minshen unpacked the book, took the book and sat on the bed.
He turned on the bedside lamp, and in the dim yellow light, he slowly turned to the first page.
"On the little prince's planet, there used to be some very simple flowers with only one layer of petals. These flowers were very small, did not take up any space, and never bothered anyone. They bloomed in the grass in the morning and withered in the evening. A seed came from nowhere, and suddenly one day the seed sprouted.
The little prince monitored this unique seedling very carefully: this thing might be a new kind of baobab tree. However, the seedling soon stopped growing and began to nurture a flower. Seeing a very large bud growing on this seedling, the little prince felt that something new had happened here. A miracle will surely appear in each bud.
However, this flower spent a long time in its green room to dress itself up. She carefully chose her future color, slowly made up, and matched her petals one by one. She didn't want to be like the poppy, who was born with wrinkles all over her face. She wanted to come into the world with a bright and dazzling beauty.
Yes, she was very coquettish. She spent many, many days dressing up like a fairy. Then, one morning, just as the sun rose, she bloomed.
She had made such a long and careful preparation, but she yawned and said:
"I just woke up. I'm so sorry. Look, my hair is still messy..."
The little prince could no longer control his admiration:
"You are so beautiful!"
The flower said leisurely:
"Yes, I was born at the same time as the sun..."
The little prince saw that the flower was not very modest, but she was indeed beautiful.
She then said, "It's time for breakfast now, please think of preparing something for me..."
The little prince felt a little embarrassed, so he took the fountain, fetched a pot of clear cold water, and watered the flower.
"You have to protect me at night. Your place is too cold. It's not good to live here. The place I used to live..."
But she didn't say anything else. When she came, she was a seed..."
At this point, Chu Mingshen stopped talking. He found that Chu Jiao had fallen into a deep sleep.
Chu Mingshen gently picked up Chu Jiao who had fallen on him, made a pillow and quilt, and then placed her next to him.
Gently turning off the light, Chu Minshen lay down on the bed and placed a gentle kiss on Chu Jiao's forehead.
He thought. Compared to the little prince.
He would rather be a gardener.
Now he has a small flower seed that has just sprouted in his hand. It is so
delicate and tender.
She is still so small and fragile. It may take a long time for her to grow up.
He still needs to protect her from wind and rain, water and fertilize her.
She will grow up slowly and become a beautiful, fragrant, delicate and tempting rose.
A rose belonging to a little prince.
And before that, he will protect her well.
Good night, my little girl.
Good night, my little rose.
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