"Silly Greg, your sister-in-law is asking you a question, do I look pretty?"
The Widow Liu's tone carried the softness of spring, which, had she been ten years younger, might have melted a person down to the bones.
"Pretty... very pretty."
Greg, in the prime of his youth and having just started to experience life's pleasures, couldn't cope with this and his face immediately turned red.
Thinking Greg was just shy, the Widow Liu leaned gently against him and whispered soothingly, "Don't worry, your sister-in-law will take good care of you."
Feeling the soft body in his arms, Greg's heart felt like it was on fire.
Yet the Widow Liu's words made him feel awkward, as if he was being taken advantage of without his consent.
He quickly pushed the Widow Liu away, stuttering, "Sister-in-law, the yard hasn't been cleaned up yet, I should go back."
After saying that, he forgot to give his characteristic silly smile and ran away as if he was escaping.
