Within less than a minute, Bai Weiwei's forehead was already covered in fine beads of sweat.
Ye Fei knew he couldn't delay any longer, steeled his heart, and firmly yanked down the waistband of the stockings.
In his haste, he almost pulled off Bai Weiwei's pink panties as well.
The fabric that had been tightly clinging to the skin was now torn open.
The last bit of privacy Bai Weiwei had in front of Ye Fei was gone.
Ye Fei caught a glimpse of that tender innocence hidden behind the thorns, and nearly spurted nosebleed on the spot.
Without lingering on the view, he quickly removed the black stockings and threw them on the sofa, then hurriedly embraced Bai Weiwei's fair left leg.
On the calf of her left leg, a patch of muscle was twitching uncontrollably.
The intensity of the pain from such a severe cramp was beyond what most people could imagine.
Ye Fei grabbed Bai Weiwei's delicate left foot with one hand and pressed firmly against the sole of her foot.
