Senior Sister didn't deny what Yang Muer had said, she had indeed been thinking this way since her husband died.
She had always yearned for a man to cherish her, and then the junior brother Lin Zhenghui appeared.
However, she knew that the junior brother would not love her for a lifetime, he was only coveting her mature body.
"Senior Sister, you're wet!" Yang Muer's hand slipped under her skirt, finding it slick and damp.
"Mu'er, you're naughty," the Senior Sister said, gently slapping away Yang Muer's hand.
"Why not lift it up and let everyone have a look?" Yang Muer suggested to the Senior Sister who wasn't wearing any panties.
"Certainly not..."
Before the Senior Sister could finish her sentence, Yang Muer's hand lifted her skirt for a peek, lifting it high.
The young masters around instantly turned their eyes towards Lin Zhenghui's Senior Sister, even if they were busy with their own fair ladies.
