On Sunday evening, Aoyama Xiu Xin stayed in.
Instead, he helped his sister-in-law prepare dinner.
Aoyama Haruko was somewhat restless and uneasy, constantly glancing at Aoyama Xiu Xin, who was slicing sashimi next to her. Her lips parted several times as if she was about to say something.
"Sister-in-law, just say what you want to say."
Aoyama Xiu Xin turned his head and gave her a smile.
The sister-in-law had her hair tied up and wore a pink yoga outfit. The form-fitting attire hugged her exquisite figure tightly, accentuating her curvaceous side profile. Fortunately, the apron covered the view from the front, or it would have been even more provocative.
"Xiu Xin, my... my wedding ring?"
Aoyama Haruko asked in a low voice, her lips pursed. She had been in turmoil the night before, and it was only when she awoke this morning that she realized Xiu Xin had not returned her wedding ring.
"Isn't it on your hand?"
Aoyama Xiu Xin pointed at her slender fingers.
