Caged By My Devil Uncle

Chris’ Point of View

When I went into the back room, I discovered that the bed’s covers had been replaced. It was a pure black quilt cover yesterday, but now it has been transformed into a little flower and a fresh quilt cover.

“Can you tell me how you changed the style?”

“It’s because of you.” Kenneth tucked me in with a kind touch.

I learned that this is my favorite style, therefore he adjusted his style to fit my preference.

“Keep that expression off your face, or I will be unable to warrant what I will do. It’s time to sleep, so rest well.”

He kissed me on the cheek as if he were persuading a child to do something.

“Uncle…” I have no resistance to such gentle Kenneth.

“Hmm?”

“There’s nothing, you just go to work.” I won’t tell him, as long as he does this to me, I have an impulse to give up all and go with him.

Returning to reality, the world in which we live has far too many restrictions, and people can never do whatever they want because of these restrictions.

I became even more entwined in my bed as I watched the back of him leave.

My feelings for Kenneth are undeniable; otherwise, I would not fantasize about spending time with him. However, what Warren stated last night is also correct.

Because I made the decision in the first place, I hold myself responsible for it. How would I meet Kenneth if I didn’t become a member of the Wilson family? Unfortunately, we did not meet at the appropriate time because there appears to be a thread encouraging us to do so.

I let out a long, deep sigh. Despite the fact that I was capable of solving hard equations, I was unable to solve the problem that belonged to Kenneth and me.

I fell asleep on the couch. Perhaps I was aware that this was Kenneth’s residence, and I slept with wonderful peace of mind and Maybe I knew that this was Kenneth’s place, and I slept with great peace of mind and steadfastness.

Perhaps I was aware that this was Kenneth’s residence, and I slept with wonderful peace of mind and

After lunch, I returned to find the little woman still asleep, and I couldn’t bear the thought of waking her.

I had never been one for taking a nap before, so I pulled off my coat and sat near her. She appeared to be aware of my breathing. She walked up to me and into my arms. What a pleasant surprise this small action was for me.

I took her slim waist, and my heart was particularly satisfied.

“Uncle…” Chris called unconsciously.

It was the whispers that broke my heart.

“Chris, Chris, my Chris…

“Only I am aware of how much this small woman weighs on my mind and soul.

Until recently, I believed that there was nothing in the world that I could be passionate about. Everything changed the moment she walked into the room.

There are so many people in the world, but I felt a strong emotional attachment to her.NôvelDrama.Org content.

My pulse is racing with excitement as I think about holding her in the palm of my hand, and I don’t want her to be wounded in any way.

I can sense the tiny woman becoming more reliant and trusting of me as time goes on, but when will she come to love me as deeply as I do?

Chris is a very different person from myself. She is preoccupied with far too many things, and the more she is preoccupied with, the more she worries. I’m only interested in her from the beginning to the conclusion, thus I don’t care about other people’s opinions.

I only know that love is love, and I must have her in my life.

Chris, take a whiff of her hair and tell me when you will open up to me and be with me no matter what?

I didn’t get any sleep the night before and was up early to work the next morning. After taking a snooze, I felt the need to get up.

Who knows, maybe it’s because I’m holding Chris that I sleep comfortably.

Chris’ Point of View

Recently, as a result of Kenneth’s indulgence, I have become quite sluggish; I couldn’t have slept for as long if I had been doing a part-time job.

When I opened my eyes, I noticed a white shirt on a man wearing a suit. It was more than three o’clock in the afternoon when I woke up.

He had a good night’s sleep and his brow felt fatigued. I only had the courage to look him in the eyes when he was sound asleep, however.

His form is quite three-dimensional, and he has a prominent bridge on his nose.

I reached out and gently brushed against it. The ciliary “hair” on Kenneth’s face is likewise unusually long, and I can’t help but wonder: “How can a man’s ciliary” hair “be longer than a woman’s?”

It felt like my wrist was being gripped, and then an iron arm curled around my waist, and our bodies clung to one other in fear.

Despite the fact that we are separated by clothes, his body warmth is communicated to mine through the clothes.

“Can you tell me what you want to do to me?” He glanced at me with a friendly smile on his face.

My cheeks were suddenly flushed. “Just, just look at your cilia” hair “and don’t want to do anything.”