Lin Yiren instantly blushed at the simplicity of his words, her beautiful eyes filled with ambiguity. She asked nervously, "Do you feel sorry for your sister-in-law?"
Xu Wendong shook his head and said truthfully, "It's not pity, just a bit of heartache for her."
Lin Yiren smiled brightly. "Actually, hearing you say that, I'm already content."
Xu Wendong was at a loss. "Then... do you still... do you still need my help?"
Xu Wendong's heart inexplicably sped up. Although he had helped Lin Yiren before, it was when Lin Yiren brought it up. This was the only time he proactively wanted to help her.
Lin Yiren blushed, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him. They kissed from the doorway to the bed. When Lin Yiren wanted to take the lead, Xu Wendong stopped her, with a hint of pleading in his eyes: "Can I use my hand?"
Though he wanted to help Lin Yiren, he had never thought about doing such a thing. He couldn't cross that barrier in his heart, but he could reluctantly accept using his hand.
