"Take a look at my treasure?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Jing couldn't help but cast a strange glance at the breathtakingly beautiful woman before him.
Following her gaze, his mouth twitched fiercely and he subconsciously clenched his legs together.
At this moment, even though his entire being was shrouded in a dense fog, under the woman's piercing gaze, Zhang Jing still felt a shameful sense of being stripped bare.
This experience of being teased was entirely new to Zhang Jing, leaving him at a loss for how to respond.
The air suddenly turned silent, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Three breaths later.
Seemingly sensing Zhang Jing's discomfort, the lady in red blinked playfully, her hands gently pushing aside the lock of black hair on her forehead to reveal her delicate and smooth skin.
"Giggle, it seems you truly are a young little brother. It's just a skin, why care so much about it?" she said earnestly.
