The uncle didn't say anything. He just kept staring at me straight in my eyes, with a silent pressure, as if to say, I'm going to do something now, so be prepared. I stood there patiently, waiting to be scolded
The uncle's face came right in front of me, and the same gaze that was looking at my eyes just a moment before was now staring at my lips... the meaning of which even I, a child, could easily understand
Ah... I'm going to be... kissed...
I could have hated it or called for help, but I didn't... I closed my eyes and wanted my uncle to do what he wanted
When I was found out by the uncle, I was hoping it would turn out like this anyway. Because it would be less unpleasant than being angry, disgusted, or creeped out. I was afraid of being the only one to be blamed
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