That impulsive action made Qiu Zhixuan's face instantly blush like a cloud.
And Feng Chengjin was too lazy to care too much, spreading her legs apart, he bent her legs, reaching inside to pull at that small piece of fabric.
Because it's spring, Qiu Zhixuan had to wear light-colored undergarment stockings beneath her skirt.
Feng Chengjin touched down, realized he had touched wrongly, and impatiently frowned, asking: "Why are you still wearing this?"
Qiu Zhixuan was almost at a loss for words. In April, the weather in Rong City made it unnecessary to wear them, but it was still very cold when she left Beijing.
And isn't it normal for women to wear stockings under skirts?
Qiu Zhixuan's expression was helpless and she couldn't say much.
Yet Feng Chengjin grew more irritable and impatient, reaching out to pull them; but the elasticity of women's stockings... well, how should I say? They shape beautifully when worn, but removing them isn't so convenient.
