"You can go check the bathroom and see if the underwear is still there, but as for taking off the skirt, that's impossible. You just told me to put it on, you didn't say I could only wear that."
Xueqing said, her eyes flashing with a sly look as she gave Yifeng a triumphant expression.
"No wonder you're the principal, truly cunning!"
Yifeng curled his lips, then his eyes shifted, revealing a smile.
"You think you can stump me with that?"
Yifeng shook his head with a sigh, then suddenly swung his hand, generating a powerful gust.
In an instant, Xueqing's skirt flew up.
Ah!
Xueqing was stunned for a few seconds. Realizing what happened, she quickly pressed down her skirt, mimicking Marilyn Monroe's pose with a face full of panic.
"Yifeng, you..."
Xueqing glared at him angrily.
Yifeng whistled, laughing, "Competing with me is still a bit too much for you."
"You jerk!"
Xueqing charged at him, swinging her fists toward Yifeng.
