The only sound that could be heard in the office was the sound of raindrops outside.
Raindrops fall on the ground, on the leaves, on the windows... Each sound is different, interwoven together to form a unique melody.
Fu Wenting bent down, put his hand on the other person's round shoulder, and steadyed the person who threw herself into his arms, "Xiaoyu?"
"Hmm..." Wen Liyu heard someone calling her and rubbed the chest he was leaning on in confusion, "Uncle."
"..." Fu Wenting sighed, picked her up sideways, and turned to walk towards the small lounge next to the office.
The lounge in the office is very small, with a bed and bedside table inside, and a small wardrobe next to it, which contains a suit, leather shoes and a few tops that are used from time to time.
Fu Wenting was very gentlemanly in carrying her in a princess hug. He tried not to touch any other parts of her body except her knees and back, and gently put her on the bed.
The bed was not as soft and fluffy as the one in Wen Liyu's house. The hard bed board almost made her wake up.
Wen Liyu rolled on the bed with a frown on her face. The harder she rolled, the harder she became. She was so angry that she wanted to open her eyes.
Fu Wenting spread out the quilt that was folded into a tofu block at the end of the bed with a headache, folded it in half, and used one half to pad the bed.
He placed his hands on Wen Liyu's thin back, gently pushed her into the quilt, and then covered her with the other side.
"Hmm..." Wen Liyu felt more comfortable and calmed down. She rubbed the corner of the quilt, stretched out one leg from the quilt, and straddled it.
The movement caused the hem of the long skirt to roll up, revealing her white, straight calves and plump thighs in the air.
Fu Wenting seemed to be scalded, and quickly looked away and closed his eyes.
Even if he closed his eyes, the fair skin he had just seen was like a brand on his eyeballs, and it did not disappear for a long time.
His Adam's apple rolled and his chest heaved, almost bursting the buttons of his shirt.
Fu Wenting took a deep breath, turned around, took out some clean bedding from the cabinet, spread it out and covered her directly with it, leaving only her furry head exposed.
After covering her up, he left the lounge with a straight body and slightly unsteady steps.
Wen Liyu was woken up by the heat. Her forehead was covered with sweat. Before she opened her eyes, her hands and feet kept flapping, trying to kick off the heavy quilt on her body.
"It's hot..." She couldn't kick the quilt away and opened her eyes in anger.
When she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar room, she thought she had changed again, and she was so scared that she woke up instantly.
Turning around, she saw her uncle standing beside the bed. Wen Liyu breathed a sigh of relief, "Uncle."
"Yeah." Fu Wenting retracted his hand. "Xiaoyu is so old, and she still kicks the quilt?"
Wen Liyu finally knew why she woke up because of the heat. She was covered with two layers of quilts!
It's summer now. Even if it's raining outside, two layers of quilts combined are not as thick as a winter quilt, but it's still summer!
She didn't know what expression to make, and sat up without saying anything, "...Because I'm hot, uncle."
"Look, my head and body are all covered in sweat." Wen Liyu pouted and moved closer to him dissatisfiedly.
She raised her hand to lift up her bangs, letting her uncle see her hair, which was soaked with sweat and turned into wisps.
Fu Wenting's body froze. He didn't expect Wen Liyu to get so close.
The distance between them was less than half an arm's length, and he could easily press her into his arms with just a raise of his hand.
She still looked at him with her moist eyes, relying on and trusting him. His figure was the only one reflected in her beautiful and charming eyes.
It's easy to give people the illusion that he is the only one in her heart.
Fu Wenting couldn't help but take a breath, but he directly took in a heart full of sweetness.
It turned out that Wen Liyu didn't get a response, so she moved closer to him again, "Uncle, are you looking at me?"
Fu Wenting stood up suddenly, and the stool fell over with a bang.
Wen Liyu was so frightened that she froze. Her almond-shaped eyes widened and she looked up in fear and confusion, "...Uncle?"
Her legs were hidden in the quilt, her hands were supporting the bed board, her dress was messy because of her nap, and her long hair was curly but beautiful, like a beautiful oil painting.
She smelled like him. Although he knew it was the residual smell on the quilt, he felt that the smell was more like the result of being hugged by him for a long time.
Although Fu Wenting did not hug her, he just sat by the bed and watched for half an hour.
The smell was not strong but very noticeable, constantly teasing his mind.
"...There is a towel in the cabinet, go wipe yourself." Fu Wenting's voice was hoarse, but his tone was as calm and indifferent as usual.
After he finished speaking, he looked away and strode out of the lounge.
"Tsk." Wen Liyu waited for him to leave and then lay back on the bed. "Uncle is such a coward."
System: "Maybe it's because of your identity?"
"Well, you have a point." She nodded, resting her chin on the quilt and rubbing it. "In this day and age, people are very concerned about their style and behavior."
System: "Does this seem difficult to you, host? I will carefully select the next world."
"Not bad." Wen Liyu narrowed her eyes slightly, a smile spreading across the corners of her mouth, "It's actually quite exciting?"
System: “…Oh, okay.”
Exciting? So the host likes this kind of thing...
Wen Liyu stayed in bed for a while and then got up. She found the towel her uncle mentioned and wiped herself while curiously looking through the clothes hanging in the closet.
My uncle looks great in a suit, he has a mature, steady, dad-like boyfriend vibe.
"Xiaoyu, are you ready?" Fu Wenting knocked on the door.
Wen Liyu keenly sensed that something was wrong. If it were her uncle from before, he would have opened the door and come in directly.
She pursed her lips slightly, walked to the door with a towel, and said, "Uncle."
"Alright?" Fu Wenting lowered his eyes, his expression calm, "You can go back..."
"Uncle." Wen Liyu interrupted him, handed him the towel, turned around and pointed at the back of her neck, "I need to hold up my hair, uncle, help me wipe it."
After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for a refusal, but held up her thick black hair with both hands, lowered her head slightly, revealing her delicate neck.
The slight ridge on the back of her neck, which extended to below her collar, made one want to explore downwards to see how beautiful her body truly was.
Fu Wenting leaned closer, and his hot breath sprayed on the back of her neck, making her fair and fragile neck flesh appear a beautiful light pink.
This seemed to be Wen Liyu's sensitive spot. Her body trembled noticeably, and her questioning voice trembled a little, "Uncle...?"
"Don't move." Fu Wenting's eyes gradually became deep, and he used a towel to wipe the sweat off her neck bit by bit.
Wen Liyu was like a small animal whose crisis alert had been lifted, her shoulder blades noticeably relaxed. "Uncle, is it still raining outside?"
"I don't think I hear the sound of rain?"
"Well, the rain has stopped."
Fu Wenting's low and gentle voice came into her ears from behind her, with a strong and rich breath, enveloping her whole body bit by bit.
"Has the rain stopped?" Wen Liyu felt that the back of her neck was no longer sticky with sweat. She took a few steps forward and turned to face her uncle.
"Then I'd better go home today." She pursed her lips, her eyes innocent and clear, "I won't bother my uncle."
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