Zhou Wenhui seemed like a bundle of dry kindling that had been ignited, her reaction was incredibly intense.
Yang Fan had only gently kissed and nibbled a few times, and her breathing had gradually become heavy, her soft body twisting.
Her hands had even reached into Yang Fan's pants, seizing his lifeblood.
But the two of them didn't get to the passionate grappling stage, because sister-in-law arrived.
If she hadn't called out from outside, the engrossed Yang Fan and Zhou Wenhui probably would not have noticed her.
The two separated like lightning, Yang Fan quickly picked up the teacup that was set aside, and Zhou Wenhui busied herself with tidying her sidelocks and hurriedly began to pick the vegetables. Although both tried to appear composed, their unease and tension were still palpable.
Ye Tong walked in and asked again, "Fanzi, where did you get that pot in your car?"
"Ah... that one." Already feeling extremely guilty, Yang Fan immediately stumbled over his words.