In the small office cubicle, Sun Zhe couldn't help but swallow as he watched the pair of snow-white legs being gradually exposed to the air. His eyes turned increasingly fiery.
As the restless Yang Qi within him acted up, the tent in his pants grew larger and larger, almost straining the zipper.
At this moment, Li Yufei's gaze was as cold as a knife, but a blush rose on her face, revealing a faint hint of shyness.
After taking off the half-rolled black silk stockings, she tossed them aside. They dangled tantalizingly from the foot of the bed, swaying gently.
Sun Zhe took a deep breath, put on a new pair of medical gloves, and walked to the bedside. "Lie down," he said.
Li Yufei said nothing, quietly lying down and turning her face away.
