Her movements were graceful as she reached under her skirt to skillfully hook onto her stockings. Zhang Ziwen swallowed, eager to take in the sight since she did not ask him to look away. However, he found himself disappointed when her actions were too discreet, barely missing the chance to see her underpants. Damn, he thought, feeling a touch of regret.
But the act of her removing the stockings was full of allure. The sheer fabric, thin as the wing of a cicada, was peeled from her luscious legs – a tantalizing sight. She was a real seductress, Zhang Ziwen thought, suppressing the stirrings within him.
"Are you done?" An Yun asked shyly, her stockings crumpled in her hand.
Zhang Ziwen scrutinized her before replying, "…Almost, just one more piece to go…" His gaze fell onto An Yun's chest.
