The sister-in-law, bathed in the morning light, left Yang Fan utterly transfixed.
In that instant, he suddenly didn't know what adjective to use to describe the beauty before him.
He only felt his spirit swaying, as if all his attentiveness was captivated by the sister-in-law, his mind completely filled with her image at this moment.
Yang Fan, like a tottering old man, shuffled his feet unconsciously closer and wrapped his arms around the sister-in-law's slender, soft waist.
In that moment, he embraced the most heart-stirringly beautiful thing in the world into his arms.
Ye Tong turned her head to glance at Yang Fan, a gentle, soft smile floating on her lips, "What's up?"
"Just a hug," Yang Fan murmured softly.
In that moment, he suddenly felt as though he was completely content with life.
Ye Tong didn't resist but instead gently leaned back, resting her head against Yang Fan's chin, caressing him lightly, "A hug is fine, but remember, we can only be sneaky about this."
