Chapter 4 — Dad's Good Brother Is My Boyfriend

I couldn't wait to open the message. 【Candy jar only contains Mieu】: Has your child finished work yet? Are you tired today? [pats head.jpg] 【Miao Miao loves candy】: Hu hu hu, I'm so tired! The new boss (that's you!) is the devil! [sobbing.jpg] I want you to hug me so much! 【The candy jar only contains Mieu】: [Opens his arms to hug.jpg] Come here, I'll hug you. So what kind of devil? Bullying your baby? 【Miao Miao likes to eat candy】: Don't mention it again! He... looks like a model coming out of a magazine, so handsome he'll faint! But! Those eyes are so scary, it's like they can see right through your soul! He also often says strange things! I feel like he knows everything I'm thinking! Ashamed to die every day! [collapse.jpg] I was frantically telling how La Thua had "tortured" me during the day, while holding onto the phone as if clinging to the only source of comfort in my life. This mental split makes me feel like I'm schizophrenic, but damn it, I'm so immersed in it I can't get out. Just like that, I can disconnect from the reality that drives me crazy. Especially when the deep, seductive voice of the "good brother" rang through the headphones, all the pressure and humiliation brought by La Thua during the day were immediately transformed into a catalyst for the taboo excitement at night. I knew it was the same person, but that awareness, in the private atmosphere of the night, made everything even more taboo and exciting. 【The candy jar only contains Mieu】(voice): "Are you so afraid of him? Has he ever... done the same thing as you and me?" His voice was deliberately lowered, hoarse and grainy, penetrating his ears and going straight to his heart. My legs softened immediately, I fell down on the bed, face pressed against the pillow. 【Miao Miao likes to eat candy】(voice, mumbling like a mosquito): "No... no... he's the boss... he's an uncle... I... only have you..." 【Candy jar only contains Mieu】(voice, laughter more obvious): "Oh? Only me? So... what does the baby want me to do to you? Like last night?" Last night… Embarrassed messages and voices flooded in like waves. My face was red, but my hand still couldn't control myself as I typed. 【Miao Miao likes to eat candy】: You... are so ugly... [embarrassed.jpg] 【The candy jar only holds Mieu】: How do you know if the baby doesn't talk? Hmm? You want to tell me, right? 【Miao Miao likes to eat candy】: Want… want you to hug me tighter… Voice… deeper… Speak in my ear… 【Candy jar only holds Mieu】(voice, whispering almost stuck to the mic): “…I hugged you… the baby is so soft…Do you want to hear me say anything else? Say… love you? Or… want you?” Boom! I felt completely burned. On one side are reason and morality screaming: To Mieu Mieu, you know who he is! What the hell are you doing?! On one side is the body and emotions that are uncontrollably immersed in the title of "good brother". The tug of war between reason and desire, combined with his seductive whispers, created a kind of pleasure that bordered on self-torture. I curled up in the blanket, so embarrassed that I curled all ten toes, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan. Fingers tapped continuously on the screen, responding with even more embarrassing words. All the fantasies about La Thua's forbidden face during the day, at this moment, turned into a conductor that burned every word I sent to my "good brother" - because I knew, the person who received and responded to those words... was the person who made my heart beat all day today. That realization made each conversation at night more complicated and exciting, and also pushed me deeper into my own pit of separation. 4 The "uncle and nephew" drama at the company during the day also slipped more and more out of control. La Thua seemed very happy with that, knowing the fine line between "strict boss" and "strict boss".

"online lover", from time to time, unleashes the "mixed double attack". He can call me into his office with a serious expression and discuss a project plan very properly. While I was trying to express my opinion, he suddenly interjected: "This idea... is similar to the strategy you used yesterday to beat the side game in the game, isn't it? Um, progress." It almost bit me on the tip of my tongue. Or when I was reporting work, he suddenly interrupted: "Assistant To, your perfume today... is the new one you bought that you mentioned in your voice last night?" Then, while I was still petrified on the spot, he calmly added: "...Very fragrant. You can still use it at the next meeting." The climax was attending a party to celebrate a big project of the company. My colleagues forced me to drink a few glasses of fruit wine, my mind was a bit lightheaded. La Thua, as the boss, was of course surrounded by everyone offering him drinks. He drank a lot, his eyes were deeper than usual, mixed with a bit of drunken drowsiness. I stood from afar watching him talk and laugh in the crowd, his face seemed to glow under the light. My heart started to beat again. Alcohol made my self-pity and nostalgia magnify. I took out my phone, as if driven by a ghost, and texted "The candy jar only contains Mieu". 【Miao Miao likes to eat candy】: Brother... [sad face.jpg] I saw you... so handsome... I just want to hug you... but... you're my uncle... I'm so sad... [crying loudly.jpg] As soon as I sent it, I regretted it. I was about to take it back when I suddenly got a pat on my shoulder. I was so scared that I shivered and almost dropped the phone. Turning around, he immediately encountered La Thua's bottomless eyes. He didn't know when he had escaped from those people, standing right behind me, very close. There was a familiar smell of alcohol and cold wood on his body. "What are you doing hiding here?"