Breaking the Taboo (1v2, Blood Uncle and Nephew) - Chapter 27

Li Mohan’s neck shrank slightly, her thick lashes drooping to hide the turmoil in her eyes. “No need. I can apply it myself.”

The wounds on her back required exposing nearly her entire back to apply the medicine—a level of intimacy reserved for boyfriends or husbands.

Not only was Han Yezhen her Little Uncle, but after what he did to her in the elevator, how could she possibly bare her back to him?

His “kindness” made her skin crawl.

Han Yezhen’s brows furrowed, noting her resistance, but he didn’t press further. “Fine. If you can’t reach, tell me.”

For a fleeting moment, Li Mohan was thrown off. His calm, almost casual gaze was so different from the man in the elevator, it was impossible to read him.

He’s like the unpredictable sea—raging one moment, serene the next. Whether stormy or still, I can’t guess what’s coming.

If she truly couldn’t reach, she’d rather skip the medicine than ask Han Yezhen for help.

She didn’t dare say that, mumbling instead, “Okay, got it.”

Han Yezhen glanced at his watch. “I’m heading out. Get some rest.”

Hearing he was leaving, Li Mohan’s lashes flickered, her taut nerves easing slightly. She kept her relief subtle, replying softly, “Got it. I’m going to my room.”

Back in her room, she pressed herself against the door, ears straining for any sound outside. Only when she heard the front door close and waited a bit longer, confirming silence, did she let out a long breath.

If this keeps up, I’ll have a nervous breakdown.

Unbeknownst to her, every move she made in her room was displayed clearly on Han Yezhen’s tablet.

In the dim car, his expression melted into the shadows, a faint, imperceptible smirk curling his lips.

Little fool. Think you can hide from me?

While she was at school, he’d installed cameras in her room. He wasn’t letting her go—he wanted her completely under his control.

Besides, he had plans for her room, things he’d record for himself to savor later, and when the time came, they’d serve a purpose.

“Boss, what’s the plan for that school principal?”

Shen Du’s voice came from the driver’s seat.

That day, Shen Du had followed Han Yezhen’s orders to investigate a few people, including the principal.

The principal wasn’t clean—dig deep enough, and he could end up behind bars.

Bullying was rampant at the school, unchecked despite efforts to curb it. The students weren’t the only ones to blame—the administration was just as culpable.

Han Yezhen’s fingers brushed his brow, his tone indifferent. “Handle it as needed. Got the videos?”

“Got them,” Shen Du replied.

“And those little punks?” Han Yezhen asked.

Shen Du hesitated. “All checked out. Most are nobodies, but Zhao Fei… her family’s got some influence. It might—”

Han Yezhen scoffed, unfazed. “The Zhao family? They’re nothing to me.”

After a pause, he added, “Get it done tomorrow.”

Those brats keep leaving my Mohan battered and bruised. How am I supposed to enjoy her like this?

Han Yezhen had a packed social calendar, but he’d pushed off a lot the past two days. Tonight’s event was unavoidable, and he didn’t get home until nearly two in the morning.

He’d had a few drinks—not drunk, but his body was running hot, his c0ck stirring with need.

After a shower and slipping into comfortable loungewear, he couldn’t wait any longer and pushed open Li Mohan’s bedroom door.

She was fast asleep, half her face buried in the blankets, eyes closed.

He sat on the edge of her bed, pulling the covers off. She wore the pajamas he’d bought her.

The loose, wide-necked sleep dress was easy for her to slip on—and for him to slip off.

In a swift motion, Han Yezhen tossed the dress to the floor. He leaned over her, his lips capturing hers, sucking and teasing. Unlike in the elevator, she was defenseless now, and his rough tongue slid effortlessly into her mouth, lapping at her own.

Her soft br3asts were kneaded into every shape by his large hands. As he massaged them, his thumbnail grazed her n1pples, scraping lightly. When they perked up, he flicked them with his thumb and forefinger, then pressed them hard into her areolas, pulling and twisting repeatedly.

After his relentless torment, her n1pples swelled, bl00d-red and erect.

Han Yezhen’s lips trailed down her pale, delicate neck, biting and sucking as he moved to her chest. He squeezed one br3ast like he was milking it, the hardened n1pple jutting out. His mouth closed over it, sucking hard.

One hand gripped a br3ast, kneading both sides as his tongue alternated, licking and teasing. He pressed her n1pples together, sucking them both into his mouth, the loud slurping sounds filling the room.

Once her n1pples were swollen from his attention, his hand slid into her panties. His fingers came away slick with her juices, his breathing growing heavy. With a low chuckle, laced with teasing intent, he murmured, “Soaked so quickly.”