Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 21

Whenever he leaned in a little, the very air seemed to thin. Li Mohan still hadn’t recovered from the shock of Han Yezhen sliding his hand under her clothes just now. Now that he suddenly drew close again, even her breathing slowed.

Her heart had been jolted three times in quick succession; the moment it sped up, it seemed to ache.

She changed the subject, trying to distract herself. “Little Uncle, how are you going to handle it?”

Truth be told, Li Mohan wasn’t against that sort of thing. If she didn’t have a crush on Lu Yan, if Han Yezhen weren’t her little uncle, if she’d slept with him and he was willing to take responsibility, she would have been willing to give it a try.

Unfortunately.

No matter who she fell for in the future, with Han Yezhen it was destined to be impossible.

Every time he crossed the line, it only left her on edge, afraid.

His very handsome face inched closer, bit by bit. “You don’t need to worry about that. Leave it to me.”

His gaze dropped to her tender cherry-pink lips, and the dark depths of his eyes instantly grew heavier. He remembered the hot, soft tangle of lips and tongues. She’d been so easy to kiss when she wasn’t aware—if she were awake, would her lips taste even better?

Heat flared through his body.

He wasn’t some lolicon. His concept of women was vague—no special favorites, no particular aversions.

She was very young—not in the sense of her slight figure, but in the freshness and purity that radiated from her, inside out.

Even the showiest flower wasn’t as bewitching as she was.

He wanted to kiss her.

Li Mohan felt his breath grow heavier; the look he gave her darkened, and within it was a feeling she couldn’t make out.

She turned her head slightly, lips pressed together. Before she could speak, Han Yezhen’s phone rang.

Her lashes lowered; she quietly let out a breath.

He frowned—barely—straightened, glanced at the screen, and answered. His voice was cool. “Han Ziying.”

No matter how big the car was, it was still only so big; even without the speaker on, the voice from the other end carried clearly to Li Mohan’s ears.

“Little Uncle, are you coming home for dinner tonight?”

Han Ziying’s crisp voice had a touch of a whine.

Han Yezhen raised the window. “I’m tied up these two days. No time.”

Whether it was an illusion or not, when he said that, Li Mohan felt the tail of his gaze slide—deliberately or not—toward her face.

“You haven’t eaten at home once since you came back,” Han Ziying said, disappointed. “What about the weekend? The day after tomorrow—my mom’s birthday. Will you come?”

It was his elder sister’s birthday. Of course he would go back. “Mm. I’ll come that day.”

Li Mohan heard a little cheer from Han Ziying, her joy bubbling through the phone. “I want pastries from Bao Shifu and Heytea’s Grape Cheezo. Mom never lets me have them. Bring them for me when you come back, okay?”

Han Yezhen started the car, voice even. “Okay. I’ll have someone buy them.”

Li Mohan turned her head to the window. She didn’t want to listen.

She and Han Ziying were both his nieces, but in the end they were not the same.

Han Yezhen seldom returned to the Han house, and even when he did he wouldn’t stay long. But whenever he went back to the Han family villa, Han Ziying would cling to him and act spoiled.

Unlike herself. Han Ziying wasn’t afraid of him at all.

His temperament was cold and stern, his moods never shown on his face. Yet when Han Ziying wheedled him, he never showed impatience. Whatever she wanted to eat, whatever she wanted—he would satisfy her, one by one.

The first time she saw Han Yezhen, she’d been in the kitchen sneaking leftovers.

Back then, Han Ya had said her stomach was delicate, that she had indigestion, and ordered the staff to cook only a tiny bit for her.

Afraid of angering the Han family and being tossed out onto the street, she hadn’t dared speak up even when she was hungry.

That night she was so hungry she couldn’t sleep and went to the kitchen to steal a bite, only to run straight into Han Yezhen, who had just returned.

She’d been like a startled fawn, wide liquid eyes fixed on him in fear.

Before he could come closer, she turned and bolted.

They crossed paths a few more times after that, but what carved itself deepest in her mind was seeing Han Yezhen twist a man’s head off with his bare hands.

After that, her fear of him took on substance.

Later she learned he was going abroad and wouldn’t be back for a long while. Secretly, she’d been glad. Little by little, he blurred in her memory.

The car kept moving. Li Mohan had no idea where he was taking her. It didn’t feel like they were going home, and it didn’t feel like they were going to his place, either—

But she didn’t want to ask.

When they arrived, Li Mohan glanced at the building by the road. It was a hospital.

She turned back to him, confused. “Little Uncle, what are we doing at a hospital?”