Man's "wife" crisis

That night, Han Xiaomo was carried back by Han Hansheng.

He was dizzy and his limbs were weak, so he could only rely on Han Hansheng limply.

His stomach turned upside down, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

"Idiot, how can someone drink foreign wine! Alas!" Han Hansheng opened the door of his house, helped Han Xiaomo in, and the two staggered into Han Xiaomo's room.

"Lie down quickly." Han Hansheng put Han Xiaomo on the bed. Just as he was about to get up, Han Xiaomo grabbed Han Hansheng and muttered indistinctly, "Uncle..."

"Hey, I'm here." Han Hansheng let the opponent's hands hug his neck tightly, and all he could smell in his nose was the faint fragrance of Han Xiaomo's body.

"Uncle...can't I do it?" Han Xiaomo suddenly opened his eyes, the eyes sparkling brightly, "Can't I do it?"

"Okay, okay, who said you can't." Han Hansheng comforted, while touching the other's forehead, "Stop thinking about it, get a good sleep, and you'll be fine tomorrow morning."

"I'm not a girl... so I can't do it?" Han Xiaomo showed a sad and pitiful expression, but Han Hansheng was stunned for a moment, "What?"

"Uncle, do you want me?" Han Xiaomo suddenly got up and leaned over, like a coquettish child, gently rubbing his forehead on Han Hansheng's shoulder, "If you don't want me, I will be nothing..."

"Xiao...Xiaomo?" Han Hansheng's heart was beating violently, he was up and down, and his head was constantly analyzing what was going on in front of him!

want?How to do it?

"Uncle... I can do whatever you want. For you, I can do anything..." Han Xiaomo suddenly held Han Hansheng's cheeks and kissed him on the bridge of his nose, "What my sister can do, I can do too." Do……"

"Sister?" Han Hansheng was taken aback again, he didn't understand what it meant to mention Han Xiaoqin suddenly at this time?

"Uncle... you want me, okay?" Han Xiaomo suddenly stopped kissing, and there was only a dangerous distance of a few centimeters between their lips.

A strange and ambiguous atmosphere surrounded them tightly, making Han Hansheng's mind unable to function normally.

He knew that his body was also heating up due to the effect of alcohol, and he knew that his sanity was collapsing because of Han Xiaomo.

As long as he bravely steps over these few centimeters, he can do something earth-shattering with the owner of those seductive lips...

But at this moment, Han Hansheng was timid. This was the first time he was timid as a criminal policeman for so many years.

He didn't know why, but he was a little scared, afraid that he would lose control and do something regrettable that he and Han Xiaomo couldn't get rid of in this life.

After all, aside from gender concerns, Han Xiaomo is just a child!How could a middle-aged uncle like himself do such a thing to a child who had just grown up while the other party was drinking and having sex?

"Xiaomo..." Han Hansheng laughed awkwardly, breaking the originally dangerous atmosphere, "You're tired, you'd better... rest early."

A trace of disappointment and loneliness flashed in Han Xiaomo's eyes, which made Han Hansheng feel a little sorry for him after seeing it.

"Stop thinking about it." Han Hansheng put him back on the bed and stood up again, "Good night."

"Do you still... like my sister?"

Han Xiaomo whispered from behind, Han Hansheng was taken aback, turned around, only to find that the other party had turned his back to him, as if he was angry.

"Sleep well." Han Hansheng exited Han Xiaomo's room helplessly, stood in front of Han Xiaomo's room door, and wiped his face with both hands.

what happened?just……

That well-behaved child is actually tempting himself?Is it because of being drunk?Even if he's drunk, he won't be able to seduce a man like him!

Also, what does this have to do with Han Xiaoqin?

The more Han Hansheng thought about it, the more strange he felt, but no matter how he thought about it, it was futile. He could only attribute what happened tonight to the trouble caused by that glass of alcohol.

After deciding to think so, Han Hansheng stopped tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep...

In the dream, he walked to a desolate cliff.

The wind was blowing coldly, making him shiver with cold, and he couldn't help hugging his arms.

"Uncle Han Sheng..." He heard someone calling him softly, and the person who can use this title has always left a beautiful image in his heart for so many years.

It was a girl in a small white floral dress, with long black hair, white skin, and bright eyes. Han Hansheng thought she was beautiful since he was a child.

Although she kept calling him uncle, in fact she was only a few years younger than herself.

She is Han Xiaomo's older sister, Han Xiaoqin...

"Xiaoqin?" Han Hansheng took a few steps forward while calling the girl's name, "Is that you?"

"Uncle Hansheng, I'm here." Suddenly, a pair of tender hands covered his eyes, and the girl's chuckle came into Han Hansheng's ears.

"It's really you?" Han Hansheng was a little overjoyed, but when he turned around, he saw a white shadow passing under his eyelids and rushing in front of him.

Taking a closer look, the girl was already standing on the cliff in front of her.

"Xiaoqin, it's dangerous over there, come back quickly." Han Hansheng hurried forward, trying to pull the girl back, but he tripped over a tree vine under his feet and knelt down on the ground in embarrassment.

"Uncle Han Sheng, promise me, take good care of Xiaomo for me..." Han Xiaoqin stood in the wind on the cliff, her black hair was disheveled, and her white figure looked illusory.

"No, what are you going to do?" Han Hansheng immediately knew what she would do next, because he remembered that he had such a dream before!Or... this is the same dream at all!

When he got up from the ground and rushed forward to grab Han Xiaoqin's arm, Han Xiaoqin had already jumped off the cliff with a smile on his face.

He watched the girl fall from a high altitude, and a faint red mark gradually appeared on the white dress...

Red Seal?

"Ah!" Han Hansheng woke up suddenly and sat up from the bed, "The red seal! Yes, it is the red seal!"

The red seal seen in the dream is exactly the same as the one that appeared on Huang Dongshi and Wang Li!No wonder he felt so familiar before!

Han Hansheng threw off the quilt abruptly and sat on the edge of the bed, only to realize that it was still dark!

He covered his face with his hands, rubbed hard a few times, and finally regained his composure.

The red seal...why did it appear on Han Xiaoqin's body?

Could it be that the two dead people had any connection with Han Xiaoqin who was far away in the mountain village?

With doubts, Han Hansheng couldn't sleep anymore, so that when he woke up the next morning, his eyes were dull and there were thick dark circles under his eyelids.

"Mmm... good morning, Uncle." Han Xiaomo walked out of the room, stretched his waist, and went into the bathroom with Han Hansheng in a daze.

"Let me make porridge for breakfast, okay?" Han Xiaomo asked, picking up toothpaste and squeezing it on the toothbrush.

Han Hansheng was brushing his teeth, when he saw Han Xiaomo, he almost sprayed the toothpaste foam.

"Xiao, Xiaomo?" Thinking of what happened last night, Han Hansheng suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Huh?" Han Xiaomo didn't seem to remember anything, and while brushing his teeth, he looked at Han Hansheng suspiciously.

"No, it's nothing..." Han Hansheng wiped off his cold sweat, but since the other party no longer remembered, he was relieved.

I'm afraid that the other party will remember it as clearly as myself, and the relationship between the two of them should be uncomfortable.

After brushing his teeth, Han Hansheng piled up the cups, washed his face, turned around and hung the towel on the shelf.

"By the way, Xiaomo... Well, how is your sister now?" He asked casually, only to hear a "bang" sound from behind, which startled him.

He turned around hastily, it turned out that Han Xiaomo didn't hold the cup he used to brush his teeth firmly...

"Xiaomo?" From the mirror, Han Hansheng could see that Han Xiaomo's face was very ugly. It was a gloomy look, which should not have appeared on this gentle child.

"Sister, she..." Han Xiaomo took a deep breath, looked at Han Hansheng behind him from the mirror, "dead."