If he explained it this way, I would agree with it. After all, he explained it with both nose and eyes.
Then he added: "But even if you are related by blood, you can still fall in love!
In the oldest legend in China, Fuxi and you mentioned Nuwa, who patched up the sky. Aren't they brother and sister? But they are together."
A Chinese who grew up in the United States and couldn't even tell the difference between uncle and uncle actually talked to me about "mythical stories" like Fuxi and Nuwa?
"That's just a myth, isn't it true?"
He retorted: "Since it is a legend, it must be spread by people. The fact that they can flatter such a legend is enough to prove that such a thing can exist.
Otherwise, why would they spread such things that should not exist?"
If he said that, I really don’t know how to answer?
He was simply taking advantage of the victory and continued: "Also, many nobles marry within the family in order to maintain the purity of their bloodline."
I said confusedly: "But that will make a fool. Our country's marriage law clearly stipulates that marriage between close relatives is not allowed. This is against the law."
"That's what I say, but as far as I know, the probability of having mentally retarded children in incest marriages is just higher than ordinary people, and not all children have IQs.
On the contrary, the probability of giving birth to a genius among close relatives is also much higher than that of ordinary people.
For example, aren't Hitler, Einstein, Darwin, these world-famous people all the product of incest marriages?
Do you think they are geniuses or mentally retarded?"
I was a little confused, it seemed to make sense!
I really couldn't find anything to say to refute, so I said: "Aren't these all a minority? Besides, they are all foreigners..."
He hurriedly said: "There are also some in China, such as..."
I quickly stopped him and said, "Okay, okay, stop talking. What are you trying to prove by telling me so much?"
Does it prove that my uncle and I can fall in love? But what’s the use of this?
We are Chinese and we must abide by Chinese laws. Besides, I am no longer here.
He is gone. Do you know what it means to be gone? It means that he has disappeared, destroyed, and irreversibly in this world."
The sea breeze felt a bit cool. It was late at night and there was basically no one on the deck. There was singing and dancing indoors, and some happy sounds could be heard in the distance.
He asked me: "Assuming your uncle is still alive, would you fall in love with him?"
Are you kidding? How can we talk about this?
I remained silent, and he asked again: "Suppose your uncle is not related to you by blood, would you fall in love with him?"
Fall in love with him?
Oh my God? I have never thought about this problem. If we are not related by blood, then he is also my closest relative?
I was raised by him, and as he said, he knows all about the little black spots on my body.
When I was a child, he might have given me a bath. How uncomfortable would it be if we were in love?
Still can't get over that hurdle? Isn't not having a blood relationship an excuse for indulgence?
As soon as I was born, he was my uncle, so he will be my uncle for the rest of his life. This has nothing to do with the college.
Yun Che said: "Look, your uncle and I look the same, and you and I are not related by blood, so why don't we be together?"
Is it bad? Is it good?
He took a step closer to me, and I quickly took a step back.
His long white fingers unbuttoned his shirt, and I asked: "You, what do you want to do?"
"Don't you want to see my back? I'll show it to you."
In the dead of night, a man takes off his clothes in front of me?
Okay, I admit I want to see it.
However, if this is seen by others, how will it be spread?
The buttons were unbuttoned one by one. I looked at his perfect abdominal muscles and hurriedly covered my eyes and looked away.
I said, "Don't take it off, I won't look at it, I don't want to look at it."
"Why don't you watch?"
"I'm not interested in watching... I'm sleepy and I'm going back to my room."
I wanted to run away, but he grabbed my hand and I came right back. My whole body jumped up and I was close to his arms.
His strong and elastic muscles are like a burning fire to me.
I felt like my body was on fire all of a sudden, and I quickly pushed it away and said, "I even said I didn't want to read anymore. Why are you so annoying? I, I won't pay attention to you."
I pushed his chest a few times with both hands, but it was basically useless.
The strength was too great, and he was as tall and heavy as a mountain, motionless.
He grabbed my hand and said: "It's you who I want to see, and you who I don't want to see. You say I hate you? I think you are even more annoying, look at me..."
He shouted loudly, an order that could not be disobeyed.
I looked up and when I saw Rong Bai's face, I had goosebumps all over my body.
I said: "Okay, okay, I hate it, I hate it, you are the best and the most handsome, let me go..."
I tried my best to let my hand slip out of his, and then ran away without looking back.
I felt like I was frightened, quite a bit.
How could he be Rong Bai?
Rong Bai dares to tease me like this? Isn't he afraid of being struck by lightning?
In an instant, I felt that the lips he had kissed, the hands he had grasped, and the shoulders bumping into his arms were all particularly jarring.
I scrubbed my body as if I had been raped...
Is this "trip to Haicheng" not going well?
How could something that was originally very simple become so complicated?
Why did the character Yun Che land in my world so quietly?
After I came out of the shower, before I wiped the water off my hair, I heard someone knocking on the door.
I asked who it was. Someone outside said, "Ms. Xia, this is the late-night snack that Mr. Yun brought to you specially."
Late night snack? You really think of me as a foodie. It’s true that I don’t like to eat, but I have some control over it.
Instead of working hard to lose weight later on, I think it would be easier to eat less at night.