Lin Tian's body tensed up, sitting motionless in his chair.
While Lin Tian dared not move, Ma Yuting's fair and tender foot resting on his thigh was far from still; her delicate sole rubbed against Lin Tian's leg, making him feel unbearably ticklish.
The most outrageous part was that Ma Yuting's foot was inching closer to the crotch of Lin Tian's pants.
Lin Tian could no longer hold back, so he reached under the table with his left hand and grabbed Ma Yuting's tender foot.
The softness and smoothness that came from his hand made waves in Lin Tian's heart.
But he immediately chased away all such distracting thoughts.
After all, this woman was Wang Dahu's wife, and he and Wang Dahu were good brothers who had grown up together as close as brothers could be.
A friend's wife must not be coveted, and Lin Tian's relationship with Wang Dahu was closer than mere friends; how could he possibly do something to betray his good brother?
