"What's wrong, Ziwei?" Li Changlin was just about to head to the bathroom when he heard Qian Ziwei's light groan and quickly turned around.
"My, my foot seems to have cramped up," Qian Ziwei said dejectedly, shrugging her delicate nose. Considering she was an expert in Mingjin, why would she get a foot cramp? It seemed a bit unscientific.
"Come, let me massage it for you." Foot cramps could be minor or serious, and Li Changlin, worried about Qian Ziwei, quickly sat down at the edge of the bed.
Meanwhile, Qian Ziwei had managed to suppress the pain and shifted the blanket to the side with her hand.
Instantly, Qian Ziwei's long legs were exposed to Li Changlin's gaze.
He saw that she was actually wearing a pair of black stockings and then nothing else.
Gulp!
All of a sudden, Li Changlin swallowed hard. This was blatantly seductive.
Seriously, Ziwei, you're too, too fatally enticing.
Having shared the bed for a night, how did I not notice this?
