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The prolonged conversation with the mother and son left Cecilia feeling stifled beneath the quilt, her breaths shallow. Whenever she attempted to move, Mark gently secured her head between his legs and even playfully caressed her, much like petting a puppy.
Eventually, Zoey departed.
As the door closed, Cecilia emerged from the quilt, her eyes glistening with tears.
“Uncle Mark, I couldn’t breathe!”
Mark tenderly pulled her into his arms, and after a while, he inquired softly, “Do you enjoy being here?”
Blushing, Cecilia refused to respond to his question.
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Mark ceased his inquiry, opting to share the food with Cecilia, who eagerly consumed it all.
Still hungry, she insisted on having more.
Mark affectionately pinched her cheek, jesting, “Shall I wake mom and ask her to make some more for my little wife?”
Annoyed yet amused, she playfully jumped on him and lightly pummeled him with her fists.
Having played for quite some time, she still clung affectionately to his neck, whispering about her hunger.
Mark kissed her tenderly and playfully remarked, “I’ve never encountered anyone as vocal as you! I will cook something for you then!”
“Do you know how to cook?”
She obediently embraced him.
Mark grinned, slipped on his slippers, and headed to the kitchen. To his surprise, he found Zoey there.
Zoey was also taken aback by her son’s presence.
Mark casually lit a cigarette and rummaged through the fridge, declaring, “I’m still hungry.”
Zoey, however, was not about to let her son cook for himself.
She took out slices of frozen pizza from the fridge and carefully placed them in the oven.
As she chided her son, she chatted, “You’re not so young anymore. You should pay attention to your figure. How will you find a wife otherwise?”