The neighborhood where he lived was originally quiet, with mostly elderly people day in and day out. Until one day, a new person moved into the house across the street - a young girl in her twenties, with a slender figure, fair pink skin, and an innocent pretty face, but her eyes held an irresistible naughty glint.
At first, it was just casual greetings, she always called him 'uncle', but her way of speaking was far from simple. Her sweet voice and wet eyes would glide from his face to his muscular arms every time he went shirtless to water the plants outside. Each day, she would 'accidentally' appear more frequently: sometimes wearing a thin nightgown rushing over to borrow something, or sitting with her legs spread to water the plants, revealing the lace trim of her provocative underwear.