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?

his inquiry, opting to share the

insisted

her cheek, jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to make some more

she playfully jumped on him and lightly pummeled

she still clung affectionately to his neck, whispering about her

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She obediently embraced him.

grinned, slipped on his slippers, and

his surprise, he found

also taken aback by

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

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