In the bathroom, warm water splashed down, sprinkling crystal droplets on the gracefully undulating fair body.
Moans echoed back and forth, and due to the acoustics of the bathroom, they turned into surround sound.
This constant stimulation intensified Yang Fan's adrenaline, making him fight more bravely and become increasingly excited.
Progressing to this point was something Yang Fan had never anticipated.
But upon reflection afterward, some things immediately became clear.
The very thing he had always been wary of had, in fact, always been Zhou Wenhui's secret desires.
Their identities and familial seniority made Yang Fan very restrained; he didn't even dare to entertain excessive fantasies.
But it was clear that Zhou Wenhui had harbored such thoughts for quite some time.
Initially, she wore a disguise to help Yang Fan deal with his sister-in-law, leading him to view many things in a normal light. But looking back on it now, everything had become clear.
