The bathroom curtain, which had been tightly drawn, was once again lifted by a gust of wind.
The dim light from the corridor, like a sneaky thief, suddenly seeped through the crack. Just as Yang Fan's hand reached into Little Mother's buttocks, he was so startled that his body froze. He quickly turned his head to look in his sister-in-law's direction.
Perhaps heaven took pity on him, for the stark-naked sister-in-law was squatting on the ground, looking down at her urine, oblivious to her surroundings. Yang Fan's held breath was finally released quietly, as the excitement was overwhelming, but it nearly scared his heart out of his chest.
The fluttering curtain fell back down, and the bathroom was once again plunged into pitch darkness.
Emboldened by audacity, Yang Fan's palm slid down Little Mother's narrow buttocks with a single stroke, making a "plop" as he pulled out that fake thing and quickly replaced it with his own real deal, plunging in.
