Song Yiran's hand, clutching the hem of her dress, shook gently.
Lifting her skirt to expose her private splendor to a man other than her husband was exceedingly embarrassing and shameful for her, let alone to the fact that this man was her husband's cousin, a relative!
An immense wave of shame prevented her from lifting her head, daring not to meet my gaze.
Yet I, with eyes wide, felt excitement coursing through me, my blood boiling with anticipation.
To me, she was both my cousin-in-law and the girl whose beauty had once stirred my youth, whom I had fantasized about countless times.
I could never have imagined, not in my wildest dreams, that there would come a day when I would have my wish fulfilled and witness this beautiful, mysterious vista!
After staring for a while, I forced myself to look away.
After all, she was my sister-in-law. Thinking of Chen Hui, my cousin, I felt a strong sense of guilt. He had trusted me to take good care of his wife when he left.
