Eight Uncles' Beloved Treasure (Lily)

Anthony leaned in abruptly, his lips pressing against Lisa’s. In that instant, his breath hitched, struggling to contain the overwhelming desire within him, yet unable to resist its pull. He grabbed Lisa’s arm, forcing her hand onto his chest.

Lisa’s eyes widened, and witnessing the person she adored suddenly magnified before her. A rush of blood surged through her veins, causing her normally functioning brain to momentarily short-circuit. This kiss had ignited a fire, like a torch tossed into a long calm prairie, slowly spreading its flames.

Anthony, no longer in control, found himself wanting more than just a kiss. He held Lisa tightly, taking charge for the first time, swiftly leading her toward the edge of the bed.

A thud resonated as they fell onto the bed, the resilient mattress bouncing Lisa back up, and Anthony quickly pressed her down into the sheets.

However, they landed precariously close to the edge, instinctively feeling as if they were about to fall off. Just as Anthony was about to adjust their position, Lisa suddenly flipped them over, placing him underneath.

Anthony’s meticulously groomed black hair was now disheveled, exuding an unexpected sense of restrained desire.

He smirked slightly, his gaze fixed on Lisa, as he hoarsely asked, “Still feeling greedy?”

Lisa nodded honestly, “Yes!”

As her words fell, there was a sharp click!

The buttons on Anthony’s shirt flew off, scattering onto the nearby table, floor, and walls, creating a melodious sound as they hit the ground.

He smirked slightly, his gaze growing dark and menacing, like a leopard lurking in the night, ready to pounce on its prey.

“Well then…” Anthony whispered hoarsely, his hand reaching out…

“Uncle Anthony!”

“Daddy, Mommy!”

Two mischievous children appeared at the most critical moment, holding ice cream in their hands…

And froze in place.

Anthony’s movements came to an abrupt halt, frozen in mid-action.

Lisa thought to herself, huh? Ice cream…?

turned her head to

puzzled, said, “Aunt Lisa, are you fighting with Uncle Anthony? Why are you two

brain working quickly, said, “Based on my observations, it

his forehead, momentarily at

being startled by Lisa standing directly behind the door when he entered the room, and

had indeed forgotten to

emotions grew complicated, uncertain whether to feel annoyed or embarrassed. All he knew was that

be thrown out; he would gently guide

Lisa was attempting to explain, “We’re not fighting! Um… it’s…

out of nowhere, covering Lilly’s mouth and swiftly pulling Josh

Lilly exclaimed, “Hey, hey?”

Josh sobbed, “Waaah!”

Lisa blinked her eyes.

she hadn’t

up and

and frustrated.

innocently, “Huh? What else should I

Anthony fell silent.

to

they possibly stop now? Did she think this was a clichéd tactic to prolong

interrupted, they couldn’t

to run, he would let

loud bang, Anthony closed

a puzzled

at Anthony, her face filled with confusion, and stammered, “Shouldn’t we go out…

Hiding in the room…

“If we go out, won’t they realize we weren’t hiding in the room?

Lisa hesitated, “Um…”

will know. There’s nothing to hide. Those who shouldn’t know, the kids, are too young

“So what’s the difference if we go out or not? Is it important? We’re just

even more

brain felt like it was