Zoey took a seat.

The prolonged conversation with the mother and son left Cecilia feeling stifled beneath the quilt, her breaths shallow.

Whenever she attempted to move, Mark gently secured her head between his legs and even playfully caressed her, much like petting a puppy.

Eventually, Zoey departed.

As the door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt, her eyes glistening with tears.

“Uncle Mark, I couldn’t breathe!”

Mark tenderly pulled her into his arms, and after a while, he inquired softly, “Do you enjoy being here?”

Blushing, Cecilia refused to respond to his question.

What was he implying?

ceased his inquiry, opting to share the

hungry, she insisted on having

mom and ask her to make some more for

on him and lightly pummeled him with

quite some time, she still clung

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“I’ve never encountered anyone as vocal as you! I will cook something

know

She obediently embraced him.

on his slippers, and headed to

surprise, he found

taken aback

casually lit a cigarette and rummaged through the fridge, declaring, “I’m still

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