"Forbidden Pulse: Don't, Uncle!" Chapter 61
Chapter 61: Give Us a Kiss
An item of clothing fell upon Willow Avery's shoulders.
It was the man's suit jacket.
Carrying his unique scent.
The backpack in her hand was naturally and effortlessly taken over by him, and his deep, gentle voice sounded beside her ear: "Are you cold?"
Before she could answer, her hand was already enwrapped in warmth.
Willow shook her head gently: "Not cold."
Julian Kingston noticed her mood wasn't very high, inquiring: "Didn't perform well on the exam?"
"It should be alright."
Willow lifted her head a beat slow, flashing a smile toward him, "Your method was very useful."
"Mm."
Julian gave a light response, tilting the umbrella a bit more toward her side as he held her hand, leading her toward the outside of the school.
It wasn't until they were almost at the car that Willow finally reacted.
They were too intimate.
What kind of uncle and niece held hands?
Just now, she had been entirely occupied by her frantically beating heart.
She quickly withdrew her hand, pulled open the passenger door, and hurriedly ducked inside.
Julian squeezed his empty palm for a moment, closed the umbrella, and sat into the driver's seat.
Starting the car: "Adrian said to celebrate the discharge from the hospital, so he put together a gathering."
Willow's hand fastening the seatbelt paused for a fraction of a second: "Then shall I take a taxi back?"
"Accompany me."
With that, the man stepped on the gas.
...
Willow had assumed it would only be Adrian Cross alone.
She hadn't expected there would be quite a lot of people.
Before entering, Julian leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice: "They are all hospital colleagues."
Originally, he didn't like this kind of atmosphere.
But the old master's birthday banquet was approaching, and with Willow facing so many of those damn men, there was no guaranteeing she wouldn't be deluded.
So Adrian had given him an idea to enhance their feelings.
After entering the club's private room, someone immediately asked ambiguously: "Doctor Kingston, aren't you going to introduce her?"
Julian only stated her name: "Willow Avery."
"Just like that?" They were muddled. Wasn't there any suffix?
For instance, girlfriend or something?
Adrian, as the person who knew the inside story, deeply feared Willow would speak words like uncle and niece.
Without a moment's delay, he pulled them to sit down: "Hurry up, how about singing a song to smooth over the atmosphere?"
"Singing what song? Play a game, come, come, come."
Someone bantered: "Doctor Kingston goes upstairs to sleep every single time we gather. This time is the first ever, don't miss the opportunity."
Adrian expressed his deep agreement: "Right, right, right. Little sister, join in too?"
Willow's stereotypical impression of doctors was that they were gentle and kind, saving the dying and helping the injured, possessing great love.
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Therefore, playing a game shouldn't involve anything too out of line.
So she nodded and agreed: "Okay."
The game was the King's Game commonly found in clubs.
The person who drew the King card could randomly designate two numbers, and the holders of those two numbers would need to complete the task handed down by the King.
For a group of doctors like them, the way they played was very simple and not vulgar at all.
The most excessive thing was merely checking the pulse of a colleague who looked like he had a kidney deficiency.
After several rounds, Willow was also enjoying herself.
Drawing cards once more.
She was number 3.
"Little sister," Adrian, who was sitting to her left, asked her quietly, "What number?"
Willow covered her card: "No peeking."
"Alright." Adrian let out a smile.
Hehe, he had already seen it.
Glaning over toward Julian's side again.
Very good, he knew that one too.
His eyesight truly wasn't something to be sneered at.
Having a clear idea in his heart, he decisively revealed the King card.
"We'll play a big one for this round. Number 3 and number 5, how about giving each other a kiss?"
The private room instantly became lively.
"Adrian, what on earth are you doing, playing this?"
"Who is 3, who is 5?"
"Doctor Kingston is 5, 3 is..."
The entire room denied it, leaving only Willow.
With so many pairs of eyes watching, Willow could only place her card onto the table.
"Doctor Cross, can I refuse?" Willow pointed toward the alcohol to the side, "I can take a penalty drink."
"For us practitioners of traditional Chinese medicine, health preservation is paramount. No drinking, no drinking."
Adrian blinked his eyes at her: "Learn from Julian, the man is already prepared."
"What?"
Willow instinctively turned her head, looking toward Julian Kingston.
The man's handsome face was reflecting all kinds of lights.
Even his eyes were soaked by it, adding a great deal of strange emotions that weren't usually present.
Her gaze fell onto his lips.
The temperature from that day in the ward seemed to surface once more at this exact instant...
Seeing that neither of them moved, Adrian made faces at Julian.
This was a perfect idea he had wracked his brains over for an entire night to think of.
It could involve intimate contact and also enhance their feelings.
Julian averted his line of sight in silence.
His thought was correct; Adrian truly wasn't smart.
What kind of trash ideas was he thinking of.
"Oh my, I'm dying of impatience," Adrian rolled up his sleeves, directly using his hands, "If you guys won't move, I will!"
With his words falling, he leapt behind the two of them.
His left hand gripped Willow's shoulder, and his right hand supported Julian's neck.
Exerting force with both arms.
A slight sound of collision echoed.
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Willow's almond eyes couldn't control themselves from propping wide and round.
She had kissed the corner of Julian's mouth.
The man's temperature comforted her.
Spreading slowly from her lips until reaching her entire body.
Growing hotter and hotter.
In the end returning to her frantically beating heart.
"I..."
Willow instinctively wanted to retreat backward, but the man clamped around her wrist, pulling her even closer.
"Mph..."
He shifted his position slightly, his breath cleanly covering her over completely.
Then separating rapidly a second later.
Julian pressed his temples, forcing himself to calm down.
He had almost lost control.
The young girl opposite him hadn't returned to her senses from the shock yet, looking at him as she blinked her eyelashes.
Muddled and cute.
As Julian looked at her, a surge of desire was pulsing within his body.
Controlling it with all his might, he raised his hand, the pad of his finger brushing against her lips.
Willow reacted: "What, what are you doing?"
"Wiping it clean for you." Julian's voice was slightly hoarse.
"No need to wipe," Willow sensed that everyone's line of sight was on her body, hurriedly pulling Julian's hand away, "...too hot."
For some reason, his lips were warm.
Yet the temperature of his hand was this hot.
"Quickly look, quickly look, a matchless photograph!" Adrian huddled over clutching his phone, letting Willow appreciate his masterpiece.
He had just taken the opportunity to snap it.
A photograph of the two of them kissing together.
Willow only spared a glance before moving her gaze away.
The man's lips were pressed tightly against hers...
"Julian," Adrian shook the screen, "A buyout for one thousand yuan, ha."
"I snapped one too, mine is five hundred!"
"Mine is two hundred, let me go first!"
"Let's sell it privately, Doctor Kingston's girlfriend is shy."
Willow wished nothing more than to bury her head beneath the table.
Who could have thought they had snapped this many.
Possessing all kinds of angles.
And even mistakenly identifying her as his girlfriend...
Julian shifted his body a bit, blocking in front of Willow: "She has thin skin, you guys create a group chat."
Hearing this, Willow secretly tugged at Julian's clothing corner.
"Are we truly going to buy them?"
"Mm," Julian drew close to her, saying in a low voice, "What if they get leaked out?"
Willow twisted her fingers; it seemed to be this logic.
But it wasn't good to let him spend the money alone.
"How about I share a bit of the burden for you?"
Julian met her pure eyes.
"Remember that accident at the hospital?"
He suddenly skipped the topic, catching Willow somewhat unprepared, but she still nodded her head honestly.
At that time she had looked at him too fixedly and her legs had gone soft.
The man's Adam's apple bobbed, his voice low and hoarse: "It is quite enough."
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