Liu Gang saw his wife holding a bag with a small pattern of a woman’s S-shaped figure printed on it.

As soon as he saw the pattern, Liu Gang realized something and didn’t care that there were other people around; he opened it and took a quick look.

The lingerie inside was so simple that all the fabric combined probably wasn’t even as much as a pair of socks.

He Qianhui was so embarrassed that she quickly snatched it from Liu Gang’s hands and stuffed it into the bag haphazardly.

"You just have to take everything out to look, how shameful."

Liu Gang wasn’t angry, just murmuring, "This stuff isn’t cheap, right? Just a few strips of fabric selling for more than clothes and trousers."

Zhang Hao’s mother’s eyes curved into a smile; she had been through it all, but back then, everyone was conservative, not understanding the meaning of romance.

Now, society has progressed, and with it, the variety of things has increased.

"Xiaohui, don’t be shy, I’m going to buy some groceries. After you two finish, let’s have a good meal. Gang, have a couple of drinks with your uncle today."

In the bedroom, Zhang Hao still couldn’t accept it, but hearing that his sister-in-law had bought that kind of lingerie, he really wanted to see what she would look like wearing it.

After hearing his mother go out and his father retreating to the study with a cup of tea in hand, the living room was left with just the cousin and the sister-in-law.

"Cousin, whether I can hold a son next year is all up to you."

As soon as the words were out, He Qianhui was pushed into the room and saw Zhang Hao lying on the bed, expressionless.

"Hao, it’s not that I..."

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Gang pushed open the door a crack again, poked his head in, and said, "Wife, hurry up and change. Pretend you’re at your own home."

Zhang Hao looked at his cousin’s grinning face, furrowed his brows as if he wanted to say something but then swallowed it back.

As the bedroom door closed again, He Qianhui was a bit nervous. She set the bag aside and didn’t know whether to keep standing or to sit down.

Zhang Hao looked at the bag and jokingly asked, "Sister-in-law, did you put a lot of thought into choosing that outfit?"

Thinking about the clothes inside the bag, He Qianhui’s face turned as red as a persimmon, "I just bought a couple of pieces, your cousin likes me wearing them."

He Qianhui dared not admit in front of Zhang Hao that it was to set the mood for their next passionate encounter, a preparation made in advance.

She had no choice but to blame it all on Liu Gang.

Outside the door, Liu Gang grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds from the fruit plate, cracking them open, vaguely hearing the noise inside.

"Wife, cousin, you two hurry up; it’s going to get dark soon."

Upon hearing Liu Gang’s urging outside the door, Zhang Hao was in no rush, got up from the bed, walked around his sister-in-law, and picked up the bag with the lingerie.

He dumped out the lingerie inside; there were black, red, and pink sets.

The black was made of lace fabric, thin and translucent. Zhang Hao picked it up and held it up against his sister-in-law’s body to imagine how it would look on her.

Her skin was whiter than snow, delicate to the touch, and since she hadn’t had children yet, the places that should be tender could even be pinched to make water come out.

"Sister-in-law, try it on and see; it’s so big, and if it’s too small, you can still return it."

He Qianhui certainly understood the implication in Zhang Hao’s words; she snatched the lingerie and held it tightly in her hands, motionless for a while.

Zhang Hao bent down slightly, leaning in close to He Qianhui’s ear and said, "Sister-in-law, hurry up, I’m feeling really uncomfortable."

As soon as those words were spoken, He Qianhui felt her heartbeat accelerate, thinking about everything that had happened yesterday afternoon, her throat also felt very dry.

"Do you really want to see?" asked He Qianhui.

"Yeah, I want to see," Zhang Hao answered succinctly.

Her cheeks flushing, He Qianhui whispered, "I actually bought it to wear for you to see, but don’t tell your cousin about this, okay?"

Having said that, He Qianhui loosened her clothes, changed into the black lingerie set.

With that change of clothes, the scene became intensely erotic.

The garment was evidently flimsy; on He Qianhui’s chest, those two heavy mounds were barely held by the few delicate straps that looked as if they could snap at any moment.

The piece of fabric slightly larger than a palm barely managed to cover the protrusions and the redness surrounding them.

Whoever thought of this was a genius, one had to wonder!

Below, there were also three narrow strips of cloth, each tied at the hip bone with a butterfly knot, a gentle tug would strip them off.

This was He Qianhui’s first time wearing such provocative attire, and she was somewhat restrained, not daring to flaunt too boldly.

"Hao, stop looking, your sister-in-law is scared."

Before she finished speaking, Zhang Hao reached out and grasped that soft mound from below: "Sister-in-law, you have no eye for quality, this is too flimsy; look, it can’t even hold yours properly."

He Qianhui bit her lip, her heart pounding, feeling the warmth of Zhang Hao’s palm.

What started as mere holding slowly turned into kneading, and then—with only that barely-there fabric in between—he began to draw circles on her nipples with his fingertips.

He Qianhui couldn’t withstand such teasing, her breathing grew rapid, her shoulders unfolded, and she leaned her upper body back, tilting her head backwards.

"Hao, who did you learn this from?" He Qianhui asked intermittently.

Zhang Hao replied with amusement: "Sister-in-law, does it not feel good?"

The muffled moans emerging through her breaths answered Zhang Hao’s question.

"Hao, don’t stop, can you keep going?"

Seeing his sister-in-law so desperate, Zhang Hao sighed internally; the needs of women have always been overlooked throughout history.

Lost in thought, the movements of his fingertips quickened considerably, He Qianhui’s chest heaving more and more visibly.

Her two fair thighs also gradually spread apart, forming a V shape.

Zhang Hao moved a step forward, standing between her legs.

He Qianhui, in the midst of enjoyment, suddenly wrapped her legs around Zhang Hao, clamping her calves tightly.

Taken by surprise, Zhang Hao fell forward, and He Qianhui, seizing the moment, lay back with her arms gleaming, continuously caressing his back with her hands.

"Sister-in-law, what’s gotten into you?" Zhang Hao asked deliberately.

"You little rascal, still asking? Look at the state you’ve got your sister-in-law in, panting with need, while you leave her unsatisfied."

Zhang Hao smiled mischievously, his hand reaching down to grasp the middle strap and giving it a firm pull.

The strap dug into her folds, also stimulating that one spot!

He Qianhui cried out with an "ah," unable to contain herself.

But the sensation was too exquisite; she whispered in Zhang Hao’s ear, "Hao, do it again, it felt so good just now!"

Zhang Hao was an obedient man; since his sister-in-law asked for it, he indulged her once more!

This time the pressure was even greater, the strap even tighter; He Qianhui clenched her eyes shut, her brows furrowed tightly.

This intense sensation lasted for about ten seconds before Zhang Hao loosened his grip, and only then did He Qianhui’s facial expression gradually soften.

Zhang Hao leaned down and pushed aside the fabric over her delicate area with his mouth, revealing a cherry-red nipple, irresistibly inviting a taste.

"Sister-in-law, are you craving it?" Zhang Hao asked.

At this point, He Qianhui’s rationality was overpowered by lust, and with a couple of hums, she instinctively arched her chest forward.

Suddenly, a warm and soft tongue lightly grazed her nipple, sending an electric jolt throughout He Qianhui’s entire body.

Then another lick followed; He Qianhui’s breathing intensified, her face flushed as she said, "Both sides, do both at the same time, don’t just lick one!"