Zhao Chi thought he was still dreaming, so he pounced on the woman before him and pinned her down on the bed, "Sister-in-law, come on, let me cherish you..."
"Ah! No... stop it... Xiao Chi..." A startled scream suddenly came from Zhao Chi's embrace.
Afterward, Zhao Chi only felt a softness in his arms, and his wandering hands touched something plump and exceptionally soft.
It could have been the result of a spring dream, or maybe it was the morning wood, but Zhao Chi's lower part had long been standing tall, pressing against her lower abdomen. He felt immensely comfortable all over, with the faint scent of fragrance intoxicating him.
Zhao Chi felt the touch was too real and forgot he was asleep. When he slowly opened his eyes, his sister-in-law's embarrassed but pretty face came into view.
Zhao Chi was stunned for a moment. It really is the sister-in-law?!
For a while, Zhao Chi and Song Yan looked at each other, both somewhat at a loss.
