Chapter 33: I Think I Have a Crush on My Uncle

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Wow, Uncle Steve is so handsome. I kept staring at him in his arms. The man in front of me looked so cold, but he acted so gentlemanly. That helped to neutralize some of his coldness.

Steve carried me to the front of the car and put me in the back seat.

Steve sat in the back seat with me.

I didn’t know why I didn’t want to get off Steve today. I looked at Steve’s cold face and had an idea.

I used my small hands to support myself on the leather back seat of the car and stood up. I walked over to Steve and wanted to sit on his legs. However, the car was moving too fast and my hands didn’t have much strength. As a result, I fell back to my original position.

Steve frowned. He was obviously a little confused as to why I wanted to climb onto his body. However, he didn’t ask. Instead, he used his two strong hands to carry me onto his legs.

“Hahahaha!” This time, I was happy. I quickly grabbed his big hands. Steve’s hands were really big. They were thick and powerful. I could barely hold two of his fingers when I opened my hands.

Just by holding Steve’s fingers, I felt a sense of security in my heart. Over the past few days, Steve always appeared in time to save me from danger.

I looked at Steve quietly with my big black gem-like eyes. He was like a God who had fallen into the mortal world. He seemed to have an omnipotent power that made people feel at ease just by looking at him.

Perhaps sensing my gaze, Steve lowered his head and looked at me. I revealed a cute smile and stretched out my small, fleshy hand. My little finger gently brushed past his smooth forehead, deep eye sockets, and high nose bridge. Finally, it landed on Steve’s sharp, thin lips.

Steve looked at me in surprise, as if he didn’t expect me to have such seductive behavior. He helplessly took off my small finger that was resting on his lips, “You’re still a child. Don’t you know that men and women can’t be so intimate?”

Seeing that Steve was serious, I resentfully put down my hand and lowered my head unhappily. When Steve saw that I was unhappy, he raised his hand and pinched my little face. He said dotingly, “You really are a little brat.”

I grabbed Steve’s big hand that was pinching my face and thought, hmph, it’s not my fault I’m acting this way. Who told you to be so charming?

I may look like a five-year-old kid, but my soul is a 20-year-old girl. Steve is the cream of the crop. He is charismatic and attractive, and he often saves me from danger by breaking the rules. He makes people feel like they are special and important to him.

Who wouldn’t be attracted to such a man?

After I went to his company, I knew that Steve had many suitors, but I had never heard of Steve liking or dating anyone. So, until now, Steve was still alone.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Steve’s big hand. “Uncle, Uncle, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.”

“Uncle Steve, what kind of girl do you like?” I blinked my big black gem-like eyes and asked seriously.

Steve probably didn’t expect me to ask such a question. He was a little surprised, but the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He probably felt that it was a little funny for a little girl to ask such a question.

“As I said, you’re a little brat. You really are. Since that’s the case, you can guess,” Steve said as he scratched the bridge of my small and tall nose.

I pouted my cherry lips and thought for a while. Perhaps this action seemed very cute to Steve, but I was actually seriously thinking.

“I saw on the television that all men like women with good figures and sexy bodies.. Uncle Steve, are you the same?”