The whispers of the rain were the most evocative.
Not to mention for a single woman who had already lost her spouse.
The stimulation was immediately at its peak.
And Ximen Yuxiang was exactly in this state now.
The more she tried not to indulge in wild thoughts, the more irresistible they became.
The repressed desires within her body were increasingly provoked by the sound.
And they became uncontrollable.
Yet, she couldn't move.
So, the discomfort was unbearable.
Well, being unable to move didn't mean her body had no reaction.
That itchy feeling was the source of Ximen Yuxiang's discomfort.
Thus, the images in Ximen Yuxiang's mind grew more and more numerous.
Even the figure of her husband seemed to grow clearer.
And this clarity,
made Ximen Yuxiang sink deeper into it.
Because although she had moved on from her grief,
her love for her husband had not changed at all.
She was so attached to the feeling of seeing her husband clearly.
But soon,
she was shocked.
