"..."
Two adults stood at the doorway, neither daring to utter the words that hung between them.
Water droplets began to fall from Xu Qian's damp hair onto her nightgown. The cold sensation cut through the sensual haze in her heart, snapping her back to reality. Wang Jian was still staring at her, and though her heart was in turmoil, she spoke up, "Xiao Jian..."
"I'm your sister-in-law."
Xu Qian's words were like a bucket of cold water poured over Wang Jian's head, instantly sobering him. Through the crack in the door, Wang Jian could easily see the wedding photo hanging on the wall above the bed. It struck him like a sledgehammer.
Yes, she's my sister-in-law.
Wang Jian slapped himself across the face. The sound was crisp in the quiet night, and his arousal subsided.
"Sister-in-law, please give me a quilt," Wang Jian said, ashamed. "I'll sleep on the living room sofa. You don't need to worry."
