Chapter 38: Kissed Her

Julian Kingston felt Willow Avery's hand, his expression darkening.

It was scorching hot.

"Willow," he approached her and asked in a low voice, "were you unhappy at school today?"

Willow buried her face in the blanket, remaining silent.

Julian saw that she was escaping, so he reached out with his fingers to touch her hair. "Tell me about it, mm?"

The young girl's small face was completely flushed, her eyes tightly closed. Several times she wanted to open her mouth, but tightly shut her lips again just as she was about to speak.

She shook her head gently and shrank a bit further into the blanket.

Seeing her state, Julian sat on the edge of her bed. "I won't ask anymore, alright? Take the medicine first. You have a fever, it's very severe."

"Oh, okay."

This time Willow didn't resist.

Julian supported her to sit up, placed the pill in her mouth, and fed her some water.

Who would have thought that after the girl took the medicine, she suddenly reached out and hugged his waist.

Clicking her tongue, she complained in a low voice, "So bitter."

Julian's figure froze. He placed the water glass on the nightstand, lightly patted her back, and coaxed her, "Shall I go get some candy for you?"

"Don't want candy."

Willow said this groggily, lifting her head with blurred consciousness.

The person in front of her looked somewhat beautiful.

"Are you... a fairy?"

Julian felt helpless. "Willow, you can't even distinguish between a man and a woman anymore?"

Willow didn't answer, closing her eyes in a daze.

Julian supported her back. Just as he tucked her back into the blanket, her eyelids pulled open a sliver again.

"You are a fairy."

Julian let out a low laugh, indulging her. "Whatever you like."

"Fairy, boo hoo hoo..."

Willow crawled out from under the blanket, burrowing her head into his chest.

After burrowing for a bit, she felt it was too hard. She extended her arms to loop around his neck, sobbing softly:

"I'm so scared..."

Julian was knocked backward by her impact, bracing one hand against the mattress.

The girl's sweet scent exploded within his breath.

The warm air she exhaled kept triggering his nerves.

It felt as though he had been infected by her too; his blood ran exceptionally scalding hot at this moment.

His Adam's apple bobbed. "Willow..."

"Fairy, why aren't you comforting me?"

Willow softened her voice, nuzzling against him like a kitten. "Aren't fairies supposed to be very good at comforting people?"

"I..."

Julian thought for a moment, then reached out to hold her. "Does this count as comfort?"

Willow sniffled and nodded. Her hands brushed against the man's collar, and her grievances welled up again.

"Your clothes are so hard..."

"I'll take them off."

Julian pulled her back, unbuttoned his shirt, and threw it aside.

"Is this okay?"

"Mm." Willow smiled and lunged over again.

Ten seconds later.

"The pants are also very hard."

Julian: "...Willow, this won't do."

"Why?" Willow looked as if she had suffered a massive blow. "Fairy sister, are you going to abandon me? Ugh..."

"I," Julian covered her mouth, squeezing out a word through his teeth, "will take them off."

She had suffered a shock, and going along with her right now was the best choice.

It would also help stabilize her body temperature.

With his pants set aside, Willow still didn't settle down.

"Fairy sister, there’s one more piece."

Julian looked at the only remaining underwear on his body, hesitating.

"I’ll help you."

Perhaps because the person in front of her was far too submissive to her, Willow's boldness grew quite a bit, and she directly used her hands to push him down.

Straddling his waist and abdomen, she struggled to tear at the man's absolute last piece of fabric.

Julian's eyes were as dark and deep as the sea.

The effect of the medicine his father had used on him earlier seemed to reach its peak at this exact instant.

"Willow," he gripped the girl's recklessly fumbling hands, pulling her close, "who am I?"

Willow shook her dizzy head.

The face in front of her seemed to overlap with the one in her memory at a certain point.

"Uncle Julian?"

"No. It's... Julian Kingston."

The moment the words fell, the man's hand resting on her waist exerted force.

As the sweet scent rushed toward him, his thumb and forefinger clamped around her chin.

And he kissed her.