Yang Bairao considered himself far from a saint.
Back in the day, he had occasionally sneaked away behind his wife’s back to get a foot bath or a massage. Now, faced with such a prime opportunity—and effectively being a single man in this world anyway—he immediately began to hands-on grope and fondle the captivating Xiaohong on the bed.
After a thorough tumble, Xiaohong was left burning with shame. Unable to stomach this utter humiliation, she lay right there on Yang Bairao’s bed, weeping pitifully with soft, whimpering sobs.
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