"Next time, don't make those little moves again. If you want it, just call me."
"Anyway, I'm not too busy at that hospital now, and I've got plenty of energy."
At the mention of having plenty of energy, He Qianhui buried her head even lower.
Zhang Hao didn't care that it was his cousin's house; he started kneading her round buttocks through her sister-in-law's skirt.
He Qianhui, who had been washing dishes, began to itch in her heart with his teasing.
"Hao, wait a moment."
"Wait a moment? How long? Sister-in-law, don't you want it now?"
He Qianhui put down the plate in her hand and leaned on the edge of the sink with both hands.
"These dishes and utensils aren't clean yet. Can you wait until I'm done, then you can..."
Before He Qianhui could finish, Zhang Hao lifted her skirt and saw that his sister-in-law was wearing red panties.
The red was striking, and against her skin, as white as snow, it didn't look vulgar at all.
