Uncle, You Have to Take Responsibility

One-on-one romance, both leads are virgins, an old flame reignites, ten-year age gap, nurturing older-man type

“She only chased me on a whim, because she was angry. Who would ever like a fat girl?”

On a stormy night, I stood shivering outside the villa, clutching my phone.

A black Maybach suddenly rolled through a puddle and stopped.

The window came down. The man’s gaze, behind gold-rimmed glasses, swept over my soaked shirt. “Get in.”

Later, my ex pounded on my uncle’s office door. “Give her back to me!”

My uncle calmly wiped the corner of his mouth, where that girl had bitten him. “Too late.”

“At night, she only wants to be in my arms now.”