"Ding-dong! Ding-dong!"
Aoyama Xiu Xin pressed the doorbell; it was slightly windy tonight, so he adjusted the hem of his suit.
"Click!" A moment later, the door opened.
It was Asakawa Xia who opened the door.
"Sister-in-law," Aoyama Xiu Xin greeted with a respectful bow.
"Xianyou isn't here, come in and have a seat first," Asakawa Xia said indifferently, turning around and walking inside.
Aoyama Xiu Xin took off his own shoes, put on slippers, and after closing the door, he walked into the living room. By then, Asakawa Xia had already sprawled on the sofa, flipping through a fashion magazine. The light, thin slip dress she wore pressed heavily against her conscience, spilling out to the sides, her petite, tender legs curled upward, her delicate feet swinging casually.
She truly didn't regard Aoyama Xiu Xin as an outsider.
Or was it that having his tongue inside her made him an insider?
