Yin Muchen stretched his hand out slowly and touched a fiery red cleavage-baring nightgown. His long fingers lifted the thin strap of the nightgown. His rough thumbs caressed the icy silk material, and it was just like the woman's skin.
Yin Muchen raised his eyebrows up slightly, and he swallowed his saliva. His long fingers slid down the strap slowly, and he slid down to the hem of the skirt….
At this moment, Yin Shuiling was carrying Little Bei Bei in her arms as she walked in. The moment she walked inside, she noticed that the man had one hand in his pocket while another of his hands was caressing the material of her nightgown, and his behaviour was indescribably…rebellious.
Yin Shuiling was in a daze, and Little Bei Bei childishly asked, "Uncle, why do you have to touch Mummy's nightgown?"
