As the piano notes at the end faded away in his ears, Li Jing only just realized that Shi Yang had curled almost entirely between his legs.
Today, she wore a black silk bodycon short skirt, with a perfect cut that outlined her waist and hips to near perfection.
The hem of the skirt barely covered her thighs and had slightly flipped upwards due to her tense curling movements, with her thighs wrapped in stockings barely visible.
The top two buttons of the V-neck dress shirt had unintentionally come undone, revealing large expanses of delicate, pale skin, with the diamond necklace on her collarbone gently swaying with her hurried breaths, casting fragmented light and shadow in the deep V crevice.
Her carefully managed curls fell over her shoulders, sending a tingling sensation to Li Jing's wrist as they brushed past, while the light jasmine perfume mixed with a hint of nervous sweat formed an invisible hook on his mind.
