'Hehe... I knew you wouldn't admit it, what's this?' Li Sisi said, her delicate hand wavering in front of his eyes, holding a small object. Zhang Ziwen looked closely and couldn't believe it. How did Tang Ying's panties end up in her hand?
'Don't tell me you don't recognize whose these are? Hehe... Just looking at you, I can tell you like Sister Ying. Hehe... Is it fun to play with this?' The mischief in Li Sisi's eyes was thick as she watched Zhang Ziwen's embarrassed expression. She felt a surge of triumph at finally turning the tables.
'You... What are you doing with this... thing?' Zhang Ziwen stammered, '...Don't frame me. I never touched them...' As he finished speaking, Zhang Ziwen nervously glanced at Tang Ying beside him. Thankfully, there was no reaction from her. Her breathing was long and steady, seemingly in deep sleep.
