Chapter 63: Haven't Seen It Yet

Julian Kingston dropped Adrian Cross off at home first before returning to the Kingston Estate.

Sterling Kingston always went to sleep early.

When they arrived, the Kingston Estate was silent to an extreme.

Confirming that he would not run into his father, he scooped up Willow Avery and walked straight from the garage back to the main building.

The moment he placed her onto the bed, she snapped her eyes open.

Panicking, she clutched his sleeve: "Uncle Julian!"

"What's wrong?"

The moment Julian's words left his mouth, the young girl reached up to tear at his clothes.

The suit jacket was on her body, so he was only wearing a white shirt.

Pulled violently by her, several buttons popped and broke off.

Julian's gaze darkened.

On the night of their first time, she had treated him exactly like this.

Forcibly dragging him, claiming she wanted to taste what a handsome guy was like.

Her boldness was exceptionally massive.

By this time, Willow had already stripped the shirt off his body.

Scrambling onto his shoulder, she said with a wronged tone: "I haven't seen your back yet."

Helpless, Julian turned his body around, exposing his back to her.

Very soon, a warm hand pressed against his spine.

Stroking and tracing over it repeatedly.

Even the injuries that had already scabbed over seemed to surface countless ticklish sensations at this exact instant.

Prompting him to restrain himself and tighten his knuckles.

Willow's vision was a bit unsteady, but she could still manage to judge vaguely, smacking her lips as she said: "Mm, it's quite smooth."

"What about below?" She shifted her line of sight very quickly, "I haven't seen below either."

As she spoke, she crawled down from the bed, lowering her head to fumble with his pants.

"Belt, rod, pant cuff..."

Julian took a deep breath, grabbing her misbehaving hands: "This time, I will record the audio."

During the previous two times, he had suffered from this disadvantage.

Failing once, and falling for it a second time.

He couldn't possibly let her run away a third time.

Willow examined the face of the person in front of her carefully.

Grown quite handsome.

Therefore, the words he said must absolutely be correct.

So she nodded her chin toward him: "I’ll listen to everything you say."

Obtaining her permission, Julian pulled out his phone, turning on the audio recording.

Willow at this moment was still exerting all her mind to scramble and pull.

Finally pulling a small half-section of the pant leg upward.

She raised her finger, touching it with care, and only after a good while did words pop out from her mouth: "So terrifying, hard and terrifying..."

Julian: "..."

These words sounded quite familiar.

It seemed on that night, she had evaluated him exactly like this too...

The impulses of his body surged out entirely.

Anomalously dry and hot.

He spoke with a slightly hoarse voice: "Willa..."

Willow lifted her face, carrying a crying tone, "The scar on your leg is so terrifying..."

Julian's boiling blood froze right on the track just like that.

The young girl was still continuous with her nagging: "You shouldn't have driven a car today. Look at your scar, extending all the way from your leg to your foot; even walking in the hospital takes effort."

Wrinkling her small face, she shook her head around for a turn before starting to talk nonsense: "I know men all love beauty. I will definitely buy scar-removing medicine for you, raising you to be white, fair, and tender."

"Oh right," she shifted her body and stood up, breaking the man's bare shoulders into an angle she assumed to be straight ahead, and taking a step forward, she lunged toward the top of his head, "The head was also injured. Huh, the hair here has already grown out, it's just a bit short."

Carefully finishing the inspection of the injured area, the massive boulder in Willow's heart finally fell to the ground.

She returned to the bed, obediently covering herself properly with the blanket.

Gazing at Julian whose face was filled with endurance, she said: "Goodnight, Uncle Julian."

Julian cast a glance at the phone set aside.

Still recording the audio.

Recorded for nothing.

"Uncle Julian, why haven't you gone to sleep yet? Aren't you sleepy?"

Willow let out a yawn, her eyelids fighting each other incessantly.

As if thinking of something, she opened her mouth squeamishly again: "Next time don't pack a rod on your body, I was just prodded until it hurt so much."

Julian pressed the throbbing nerve before his forehead.

A rod or whatever...

Credit to her that she could associate it that way.

Just about to say something, the long and steady sound of the young girl's breathing had already traveled out from the bed.

He lowered his body down, the pad of his finger brushing the stray hairs on her face aside, dropping his voice as he said: "Little liar."

He almost thought she was going to... again.

Guarding by the side for a stretch of time, after confirming she didn't have any discomfort, Julian clutched his white shirt, exited the room, and entered the bathroom to flush with a cold shower.

Returning to the bedroom, he clicked open the audio recorded previously.

Willow's voice after drinking alcohol carried an unconscious soft doughiness.

Teasing and provoking him over and over again.

Ten minutes later, he rose and entered the bathroom once more.

...

When Willow woke up the next day, her memories after being drunk had already returned.

Recalling the matters thoroughly and meticulously in her brain, aside from tearing his clothes, she hadn't done any excessive actions.

She had even shown concern for Julian's body.

However, what was with that rod at the very end?

Had her sensation been wrong?

"Miss Avery, breakfast is ready."

The butler's voice traveled from the outer room. Willow didn't have the capacity to think too much, hurriedly giving a response as she rose to go wash up.

She shared a bathroom with Julian, and just as she pushed the door to go inside, she ran straight into Julian.

He was wearing a bathrobe, his entire body emitting a cold air, crystal clear and crisp.

Even his hair carried a cooling water vapor.

He was currently standing in front of the sink brushing his teeth, and there seemed to be a bit of dark tint beneath his eyes.

Although Willow felt she had performed quite well last night, the matter of tearing his clothes was a fact.

Inevitably a bit uncomfortable.

Instead, the man spoke first: "Liking to strip people's clothes once you've drunk alcohol?"

Willow: !!

She hurriedly denied it: "No, I haven't stripped them many times, right?"

Merely, once, twice, three times? A bit unable to remember clearly.

Anyway, every single time it was Julian who was stripped.

Not right...

"Uncle Julian, I was helping you inspect your wounds last night," thinking of this, she instantly possessed confidence, her spine straightening quite a bit, "Don't you misunderstand my good intentions."

Finishing his washing up, Julian didn't continue chatting about the wounds with her, shifting the topic to ask as if unconcerned: "Stripped someone else previously?"

Willow quickly negated it: "No, I've only ever stripped you."

With her words falling, she blinked her eyes several times.

It seemed saying it this way wasn't too appropriate either.

Just as if she were quite greedy for him...

"Mm." Julian gave a light response, sweeping past her side, "Very good."

Two simple words caused Willow's heart to lift up.

What did this mean?

Truly good, or falsely good?

With Sterling Kingston present at the dining table, it wasn't good for her to ask.

She could only wait until they were alone together to open her mouth again.

After breakfast, Sterling was busy preparing the matters for the birthday banquet, having Julian send Willow to school.

Willow was worried about Julian's body, calling the driver to help.

Sitting in the back seat of the car, she asked: "Uncle Julian, what did you mean back then when you said 'very good'?"

Julian shifted his eyes to look toward her.

The young girl was turning her body sideways, her face possessing a rosy tint surfacing due to nervousness.

As if returning to last night.

She had unconsciously teased him.

Making his spirit tighten.

Willow failed to receive Julian's answer for a long time, assuming she had asked something she shouldn't have asked.

Therefore, she pondered over shifting to a different topic.

"That rod yesterday..."

Before her words fell, the car suddenly veered around a corner.

Willow's body instinctively tilted to the right, and in the next split second, her waist was tightly clamped by the man, forcing her to sit upon his lap.

A familiar position...

She reacted for two seconds, her face instantly burning to a bright red.

Over, this time she had truly asked about something she shouldn't have asked.