âOkay, fine, whatâs your wish?â Scarlettâs eyes showed resignation as she looked at Ethan sprawled on the ground, completely at a loss.
âIâ¦â Ethan was lying on the ground, his angle perfectly capturing the sight of her legs.
ââ¦â Noticing his gaze, Scarlett covered her forehead with her hand, closed her legs, and looked both resigned and amused.
It was supposed to be a serious matter, but with his childlike antics, it was impossible to stay serious.
âAuntie, Iâve always been a virgin,â Ethan realized that his previous approach was wrong; his aunt treated him like a beloved child.
It was an affection she couldnât sever.
This was his absolute advantage; he should grasp this point instead of trying to prove to his aunt that he was a man.
âAuntie, itâs embarrassing to say, but I really want to make love with you,â Ethan said, lying on the ground with a look of despair.
âWhat?â Scarlettâs pupils dilated, surprised by Ethanâs bluntness, her gaze shifting away: âThere will be a chance for that later.â
âWhen is later? Iâm about to die,â Ethan said, his thoughts clearing after deciding to go all out, lifting his head as if holding back tears.
Scarlett opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but she knew well that although he seemed to be getting better, his condition would continue to deteriorate.
No matter how well he seemed now, his life was already on a countdown.
Seeing Ethanâs suddenly somber expression, comforting words just wouldnât come out.
Ethan saw his auntâs hesitant expression and felt a pang of guilt. He wasnât lying; if it werenât for the system, if he couldnât complete the task, he really would die:
âMaybe because Iâve never died before, to be honest, Iâm not afraid of dying, itâs just, itâs just a bit embarrassingâ¦â
âEmbarrassing?â Scarlett was moved by the sadness in his words.
âYeah.â Ethan nodded. âIt just feels like Iâve just become an adult, and to die without having made love with someone I like. So, whether itâs a month from now or tomorrow, I want to live like a real man.â
He turned to look at his aunt: âAuntie, can you understand?â
âEthanâ¦â Scarlett opened her mouth, finally nodding: âI can understand.â
He spoke with a sob in his voice: âEven though Iâm already paralyzed, sometimes I canât move even a finger, and everyone looks at me with such sad eyes, can you understand, Auntie?â
After he finished, tears streamed down his face.
âI donât want to wait until Iâm completely immobile, while I can still feel pleasure, in this state, just once, I just want it once⦠to die like this would be too unjust. Canât I pursue happiness, like a disabled person, because I canât move?â
His tears flowed freely.
At that moment, he was moved by his own feelings. Wasnât it just that he liked his auntâs long legs in black stockings? Whatâs wrong with a man liking black stockings?
Why is it so hard to complete the task?
âI want it! Even if I die during it, I still want it!â
His tears flowed even more.
âIâm sorry.â Scarlettâs tears finally began to flow from her eyes as she reached out, pulled Ethan into her arms, and held his head against her chest. With her eyes closed, tears continued to stream down her face: âI really didnât know you were in so much pain, Iâm sorry.â
âItâs⦠itâs okay.â Ethanâs head was pressed against her chest, and he was intoxicated by the faint scent of her laundry detergent.
After crying for a while, Scarlett lifted her head, wiped away her tears, and managed a strained smile: âI understand now, Iâll help you find a way.â
âReally?â Ethanâs eyes brightened.
âYes.â Scarlettâs gaze was resolute: âI will help you.â
âBut I like you, Auntie.â Ethan had thrown caution to the wind, reasoning that once youâve abandoned your principles once, doing it again carries no additional burden.
He finished speaking, his eyes innocently looking at Scarlett.
Scarlettâs body shuddered as if electrified: âNo, absolutely not!â
Ethan looked pitiful: âWeâre not related by blood.â
âThat still doesnât make it okay.â Scarlettâs eyes were full of panic, her cheeks flushed.
She was completely flustered now.
âAuntieâ¦â Ethan continued with his pitiful look, his eyes like those of an abandoned puppy.
âNo, such things should only happen with someone you truly like.â Scarlett was clearly panicking.
âAuntieâ¦â Ethan still looked pitiful.
âThis is a hospital, itâs absolutely not possibleâ¦â Scarlettâs tone was noticeably softer than before.
âAuntie, this is my last wish.â Ethan felt utterly shameless, exploiting his auntâs love for him to make such excessive demands.
Once he got better, he would definitely repay her with twice the love.
âButâ¦â Scarlettâs refusal was clearly not as firm as before; she clenched her teeth, her gaze shifting away, unable to meet his eyes.
âAunt⦠Iâm sorry for making such outrageous requests. Iâve always loved you, so⦠Iâm sorry, please forget everything I said today.â When Ethan noticed Scarlettâs tone softening, he quickly took the opportunity to back down, as his real intention was never to actually start a romantic relationship with her. As a wise person once said, âIf you want to open a window, start by saying you need to tear off the roof.â
âActually, when I think about it, thereâs nothing to regret. After all, once Iâm dead, none of this will matter anymore.â
Ethan flashed a carefree smile.
Then he took a step back, ready to make another request.
âLetâs sleep for now.â Scarlett suddenly interrupted him, reached down, and lifted him off the ground without a word, placing him back on the bed.
She kept her head down the entire time, silent.
Ethan was startled by Scarlettâs sudden change, his heart skipped a beat, worried about a potential mishap, and tentatively spoke: âAuntie?â
âLetâs rest, Iâ¦â Scarlett avoided his gaze: âI need to think about it.â
â?â Ethan was confused, wondering what there was to consider, and if she was actually considering making love with him.