Ye Fei looked calmly at Xiao Shuhong and slowly walked toward her.
Xiao Shuhong immediately raised her leg, stretching her dainty foot toward Ye Fei.
Ye Fei grabbed it, pinching it a few times.
"That's right. As long as you behave, we can still be friends," he said.
Xiao Shuhong was especially smug, her gaze at Ye Fei full of the victor's posture.
Ye Fei ignored her, looking at the small foot in his hand and Xiao Shuhong's slender, well-proportioned legs.
Following the path of her long silk stockings down, the views beneath her skirt were completely unobstructed before him.
Ye Fei gently played with them, his fingers tracing downward, pinching the stockings' elastic band.
Xiao Shuhong sized up Ye Fei teasingly, seeing him slowly remove her long silk stockings, she let out a soft laugh.
"You're really weird, so many men like women in stockings, but you just have to take them off," she said.
Ye Fei's action piqued Xiao Shuhong's curiosity, but he offered no explanation.
