Yang Fan repressed the restless turmoil within him as he tiptoed to the entrance of Fu Xuebing's house.
In the pitch-black porch, Li Jia held up her cellphone to guide Yang Fan, using the faint light from the screen to indicate her position.
That spot was so thoroughly shielded from even the dim moonlight that almost nothing could be seen.
Yang Fan approached, his burly frame pressing tightly against Li Jia's.
"Sister-in-law, I want you."
Startled by the hot, pressing body, Li Jia's body tensed involuntarily, "I... you, I'll give myself to you, but you have to be quick. I'm not sure if Old Fu will wake up. We can do it right here. If Old Fu wakes up, I have to rush back inside and pretend I'm dealing with wastewater, understand?"
"Understood, as long as I can be with sister-in-law, I don't care where we are," Yang Fan murmured, his hands already wandering dishonestly over Li Jia's body.
