Chapter 3 Night of Sin.

“I am your uncle.”

Those five words felt like a bucket of ice water dumped straight over my head, instantly wiping out every last drop of courage I’d spent months building up.

I bolted from the garden and hid in my room, crying until I completely lost all semblance of dignity. In Hua Rang’s eyes, that night was probably nothing more than a drunk teenager throwing a reckless tantrum. Afterward, he continued acting like the dutiful “young uncle,” taking care of me just as he always had. Except now, an invisible wall had pulled us apart.

Even Tran An, my self-proclaimed love guru, was out of answers.

“Yeah, I’ve got nothing,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I’ve given relationship advice for years, but I’ve never had a client trying to pull their own uncle.”

Despite his cluelessness, he still insisted on drafting a master plan to help me “seduce Hua Rang.” The result? It cratered on day one. When Hua Rang stumbled upon a notebook titled Love Journal that Tran An had gifted me, his face went dangerously dark. From that day on, he started actively avoiding me.

The plan was dead before it even took its first breath.

Everything only truly changed the day Hua Rang got into that terrible car accident and lost his sight.

The moment I heard the news, I rushed to his side. Seeing that once-proud, effortlessly composed man knock over a glass of water, his shirt soaked while he stood frozen and helpless in the middle of the room… my heart shattered. He sat silently by the window, surrounded by an agonizing, suffocating solitude.

I wanted to sob, but I bit my lip to keep from making a sound, terrified of hurting his pride. I knew the one thing he feared most in that darkness was being alone. So I simply sat beside him in silence, staying well into the night.

Under the dim nightlight, his pale face looked so fragile it felt like a single touch might break him. And in that moment, I couldn’t restrain myself… I leaned in and kissed him.

Hua Rang froze completely before pushing me away, his voice laced with cautious suspicion.

“Luo Luo?”

That was when the realization hit me: He can’t see. He had no idea who was kissing him. A crazy, reckless thought exploded in my brain.

That night, I didn’t stop.

His strength had drained significantly after the crash. With very little effort, I managed to push him back onto the bed. I even unbuckled his tie and used it to bind his wrists above his head.

“Don’t… Stop…” His voice was rough and raspy. “Are you drunk again? Do you even know what you’re doing? Who… who do you think I am right now?”

I stayed silent, offering no answers, making no moves to stop.

His tone dropped into a stern warning. “Think carefully. If you keep going… I won’t let you off easy.”

Even stripped of his sight, his tongue was still sharp as a razor. But his physical resistance was far too weak, and the atmosphere in the room quickly devolved into a heated, uncontrollable blur.

In the middle of the madness, I suddenly caught the faint sound of him chuckling softly. And then, everything flipped.

I was the one who initiated it, yet somehow, by the end of it, he had taken absolute control. I bit down hard on my lip to keep from making a sound, eventually resorting to sinking my teeth into his shoulder just to anchor myself to reality.

He let out a low groan, his voice deep and teasing as he whispered against my ear, “Good girl… don’t bite.”

He leaned in closer, his warm breath fanning against my shell-shocked ear. “Regretting it now? You’re the one… who started this.”

Shame and frustration surged through me. I tried to push him away, but tears betrayed me, spilling silently down my cheeks. Hua Rang paused instantly, using his thumb to gently brush the moisture from my face.

I barely remembered how the rest of that night unfolded. All I knew was that as the moon sank toward the west, he pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead and murmured, “Goodnight.”

Once a line is crossed, it’s impossible to turn back. For the next week, I basically ran a “night shift” in Hua Rang’s bed. Silent, nameless, and shrouded in darkness. He didn’t know who I was, but like a predator accustomed to a taste of sweet blood, he quickly accepted my nocturnal presence.

On the final night, he wrapped his arms around me, his voice low and heavy with sleep.

“Once my eyes recover… I’ll tell the family about us. Don’t worry, I won’t make you wait long.”

Then he dropped a bomb that nearly made me jump out of my skin and sprint out the door:

“Let’s get married.”

I panicked. If his sight returned and he found out the shameless opportunist who took advantage of his blindness was me, he would hate me for the rest of his life. So I chose the easiest way out: I ran. I boarded a plane overseas and cut off all contact for three full years.

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My first night back in the country was far from peaceful. In my dreams, Hua Rang was entirely different, not distant or cold, but downright lethal.

He trapped me in his arms, refusing to let go no matter how desperately I pleaded.

“Luo Luo hasn’t been a good girl. You chose me back then… why don’t you want me anymore?”

“Stop struggling. I’m never letting you go. Your world… belongs only to me. Got it?”

I jolted awake, my heart pounding like I’d just sprinted a marathon. Thank God—it was just a nightmare. If that actually happened in real life… I’d be completely doomed.

I headed downstairs for breakfast. My dad was away on a business trip, and Grandpa had already finished eating, leaving only Hua Rang sitting at the dining table. He looked up at me, his eyes cool and completely devoid of emotion. “Morning.”

Mom walked out carrying a bowl of porridge, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me. “Did you stay up late again? What’s wrong with your lips? They look swollen.”

I froze, my hand flying to my lip in a knee-jerk panic. Instinctively, I darted a glance at the culprit sitting across from me. He was calmly sipping his porridge, head down, looking for all the world like he had zero memory of last night.

“Must’ve eaten something too spicy last night… it’ll go down soon,” I muttered, inventing a lie through gritted teeth.

Mom launched into her usual nagging mode, before suddenly pivoting to the man beside her. “You too, Rang. Look at your mouth, same thing! Luo Luo loves spicy food, and you just had to go along with her.”

Cough!

Hua Rang instantly choked on his porridge, a visible flush creeping up his neck. Sure enough, his lips were swollen too.

Mom let out a heavy sigh. “You two… neither of you can give me a moment’s peace.”

I ducked my head to hide my laughter, feeling an overwhelming rush of petty satisfaction. I covertly made a face at him, silently telling him that served him right for picking on me last night.

But then, he suddenly raised his eyes to meet mine. His gaze deepened, his voice dropping into a low, deliberate purr:

“Luo Luo likes it.”

Me: …Wait, WHAT???

Before Mom could react, a dry, raspy cough echoed from the second-floor balcony. Grandpa stood leaning on his cane, looking down at us.

The air in the room instantly turned dead cold.