He froze for a moment, creating distance between us. "This close and your heart races like this? Haven't seen a man before?"
"I, I don't know."
"You weren't flustered when you were close to that fat guy earlier, calling him uncle, learning hand in hand with him. I didn't see you panic then." He snorted.
He grabbed a towel, wet it under the faucet, washed his face roughly, and roughly rinsed his hair. "He's much older than me, shouldn't I call him uncle?"
"I'm also much older than you, yet you don't call me affectionately, it's Nathaniel every day." He mocked me.
"I'll call you uncle from now on." I corrected myself promptly.
"No, stop, I can't handle that." He hastily dried his hair and threw the towel at me, "Go wash it, be good."
Hearing 'be good', I immediately recalled how he'd said that in my dream, coaxing me... Thinking of this, my ears burned red, and I grabbed the towel and ran.
After washing the towel and calming myself, I went out to continue washing cars. The road was deserted, but business was unexpectedly good.
After a week here, I found life incredibly fulfilling. Seeing the pages filled with my work diary and the amount earned steadily rising, I felt an immense sense of achievement.
"Writing everything down, how childish." Nathaniel would tease me whenever he saw me writing by lamplight.
"My dad said, if you're dumb, you should write more to make sure that you won't forget it, make it a habit."
I explained sheepishly. "Why does he always call you dumb? How smart is he?"
He asked, then answered himself, "Well, he sure is smart, owes me money and doesn't repay, sends his daughter to spend my money. That plot, I admire it."
"I'm sorry." About my dad, I was deeply apologetic, but clueless about what to do. If I ever met my dad, I'd beg him to repay, but... Would I ever see him again?
"Knowing your mistake, don't cause trouble for me. Be a good girl." As he spoke, he ruffled my hair. After ruffling, both of us froze.
"What are you looking at? Can't an elder touch your head?" He snapped at me.
I sighed, "It's not that you can't do that, but Uncle, when you do that, I'll...I'll..."
"What will you do?"
"Dream." Saying that, I blushed.
In 18 years, I rarely dreamed of boys. Most dreams involved my dad scolding me for being stupid or making mistakes.
Dreaming of Nathaniel so frequently was a first. "What kind of dream? With me in it?"
He was clever enough to make me blush.
"Yes." I nodded honestly. "What did I do in your dream? Scold you? Bully you?"
Bully me? I recollected carefully, wondering if what he did could be considered bullying.
"Sort of." I nodded pitifully.
"I've fed you for so long, and you don't dream of any good of mine? Honestly, though I scold you, I've never hit you, right?" He felt wronged.
However, my idea of bullying and his understanding might differ.
"Am I really that scary?" In the end, he asked reluctantly . "Yes."
In my dream, when he was fierce, I dared not resist. I didn't know why I had such a dream, which troubled me.
Until one day, a red BMW arrived at the garage, leaving me in a foul mood all day.
Because from the car stepped a woman, whom Fat Uncle and others called "Mone." They privately told me that she is Nathaniel's girlfriend.
The woman immediately sought Nathaniel and spent the entire morning in the bedroom with him.
