"Are you satisfied now, you bad guy?"
Ye Tong nestled in Yang Fan's embrace, her eyes bashfully shy, her cheeks like charming, alluringly flushed peaches.
She was as pretty as a peach blossom in the spring and as fresh as a chrysanthemum in the autumn.
Her adorably pitiful look almost melted Yang Fan's heart.
Satisfied, he was indeed quite content now.
Apart from that last step, they had pretty much done everything else.
Aside from the inside, sister-in-law's body didn't hold any secrets from him anymore.
Yang Fan chuckled, "Satisfied, but it's more like I'm half-satisfied. If we could also do that thing, and sister-in-law became my woman, then I would be completely content."
He had harbored a bit of fantasy just now, hoping that sister-in-law might not be able to resist taking the initiative.
But obviously he had underestimated her self-control; even though she was all wet and her emotions were at their peak, she still held back.
