Chapter 39: Be with Me, Alright

Willow Avery's mind was in an extreme daze.

It felt as though someone had pressed their lips against hers, prying open her teeth.

Tracing them meticulously.

And as she retreated step by step, taking over everything mercilessly.

At first, his taste was very cool.

Later, it became just as burning hot as hers.

Just when she was about to suffocate, the force finally slackened.

In turn, a panting whisper sounded beside her ear: "Willa, be with me, alright?"

Willow couldn't make a sound.

Her body had become so strange.

Soft and weak, just like stepping among the clouds.

It felt like one time before, there was the exact same feeling.

That night, she was pinned tightly beneath a man...

Who was that man?

Willow wrinkled her delicate nose, thinking seriously over and over again.

The person within her sight slowly overlapped with the one in her memory.

A brief moment of clarity crossed her mind.

"You are..."

Julian Kingston grasped her hand, forcefully interlocking his fingers with hers.

"Let's try to be together," he opened his mouth slowly, "alright?"

For a split second, Willow's heart hammered exceptionally fast.

Having been interrupted, she failed to remember exactly who he was.

But it didn't matter.

She could distinguish that the fairy sister was very handsome.

Fitting her aesthetic preferences in every single way.

She reached out her hand to touch him; his skin was also very refined.

She was completely satisfied.

The corners of her lips curved up unconsciously as she said groggily, "Okay."

A bright light slowly exploded within Julian's dark eyes.

His grip on her hand tightened gradually.

"Willa..."

He slowed his voice to call her name, restrained yet deeply affectionate: "Tomorrow I will contact your family to explain the situation. Rest assured, I will handle all your worries for you."

"Fairy sister, you are so nice~"

Willow closed her eyes, her head pressing against his chest as she sniffled: "You smell so good, can I take a bite?"

As the words fell, a ticklish sensation brushed against Julian's chest.

When he lowered his head to look, the young girl had already drifted off to sleep once more.

Julian pinched the bridge of his nose.

The effect of the medicine combined with Willow's provocations made his endurance turn painful.

"Willa?"

He called out tentatively, but received no response.

Julian carefully held her as he rose, resting her head back down onto the pillow.

Willow's cheeks carried a crimson flush caused by the fever.

The corners of her eyes bore a trace of crystal moisture.

Some were from her own crying, while some were physiological tears squeezed out because he had exerted force and she couldn't take it.

Lowering his head to look at his own condition, he grabbed his clothes, opened the door, and entered the bathroom.

At that moment, Grandpa Sterling happened to walk over.

"Julian, I made a call to inquire, no one bullied Willa at school," as he spoke, a stark naked body suddenly flashed past his eyes. Reacting for two seconds, he barked, "You brat, what did you just do? Acting like a rogue without clothes on?"

The butler reminded him, "Master, Master Julian seems to have come out from Miss Avery's room."

Sterling: !!

He took quick strides to the bathroom door: "You, what did you do? Are you a beast? She’s still sick!"

Julian pulled open the bathroom door.

Originally, he intended to confess directly, but thinking of Willow, she would probably prefer a more roundabout way of going public...

So he said, "I'll tell you tomorrow."

"What kind of matter has to wait until tomorrow?!" Sterling roared. "Spill the details clearly right this instant."

Julian looked at his raging biological father, pondered for a moment, and said, "I made some medicine for you, wait a moment."

After saying that, he entered his own bedroom and brought out a large medicine bottle.

Sterling accepted it suspiciously: "Would a brat like you be this kind-hearted?"

Turning the medicine bottle around to take a look.

The words "Brain Damage Pills" entered his sight.

Sterling: "Ju! Lian! King! Ston!"

He wasn't going to grab his cane; he needed to grab a knife!

...

Having been disrupted by Grandpa Sterling, Julian only rinsed off halfway during his shower.

Only when the night grew deep did he enter the bathroom again.

After sorting himself out, he brought a basin of warm water to wipe Willow's body down.

Forehead, face, neck.

During the process, Willow woke up once, grabbing his hand in a total muddle, her voice soft and coquettish.

"Fairy sister, I just dreamed that a huge hottie confessed to me."

The corners of Julian's lips twitched slightly: "...Did you like it?"

The young girl nodded honestly: "I liked it."

Then she buried herself against his chest to nuzzle again.

The fire Julian had managed to put down with great difficulty flared up once more.

"When your body gets well," he coaxed enticingly by her ear, "make it up to me, mm?"

"Okay..."

Willow agreed very quickly and fell asleep just as quickly.

Her mouth murmured about fairies one moment and called out for hotties the next.

When her body temperature dropped down a bit further, her mind cleared up quite a bit as well, and she only murmured calling for her grandfather.

Looking at the numbers on the thermometer, Julian roughly guessed the situation.

It was related to her grandfather.

He didn't have much contact with the Avery family and wasn't clear about Elder Avery's condition.

Could he be sick?

He lightly stroked her strands of hair: "When your fever goes down, I’ll accompany you to take a trip back."

Perhaps his words truly carried an effect, as Willow didn't talk in her sleep anymore.

The next day, Julian had just requested leave for her from the school when he turned around to see the young girl frantically searching for her phone across the entire bed.

Unlocking it, she dialed a number in a total panic.

"Dad, how is Grandfather's condition?"

"He’s fine now, don't you worry."

Arthur Avery's voice traveled through, and he then handed the phone to Elder Avery.

Hearing her own grandfather's voice, Willow finally let her heart settle down.

The two chatted for a few sentences. Afraid of disrupting her grandfather's rest, Willow hung up the phone.

Letting out a breath, she turned her head and unexpectedly bumped right into Julian.

The white shirt on his body was somewhat wrinkled, and his hair wasn't as neat as usual.

It seemed he had made do somewhere for the night.

And...

"Uncle Julian, why are you here?"

Julian approached her side, handing the medicine and the water glass to her: "You aren't fully recovered yet, take one more dose."

"Thank you, Uncle Julian."

Willow took the water glass and obediently swallowed the medicine.

Just as she was preparing to set the glass down on the nightstand to the side, the man's hand covered hers first.

His voice was doting, mixed with a trace of a helpless smile: "Willa, still calling me uncle?"

The back of Willow's hand received an extra layer of warmth, and combined with the man's words, her brain short-circuited for a second.

"Otherwise, what should I call you?"

Brother?

That generation alignment wasn't right either.

The force of Julian touching her deepened slightly.

"Last night, you agreed to be with me."

Willow thought back carefully but couldn't recall a single thing.

Terrified, she asked, "I... agreed to what?"

Julian's eyes darkened: "To be my girlfriend."

Willow: !!!

The man's words shocked her far too much; she instinctively retreated two steps back.

The thought in her mind slipped out from her mouth without a single thought: "Uncle Julian, you haven't gone crazy thinking about women, have you?"