"I don't have money, but I could still be a rich lady."
Suddenly, Li Yanling stood up, went over to the bed to pick up her black stockings, and put them on. While doing so, she asked, "Liu Zheng, where are the scissors?"
"Scissors? You want me to alter your stockings? I'm no tailor, I don't know that kind of work."
"Who said anything about altering? I want to add a bit of excitement."
"Like what?"
"Like the open-crotch pants you wore when you were little."
Liu Zheng felt his temperature rise and his body heat up instantly upon hearing that.
"Are you up for another round?"
"I don't just want another round, I want to be a rich lady with you servicing me. I'll wear these stockings, and then we'll start the big battle. We can't go anywhere now anyway."
"Aren't you hungry?"
Liu Zheng suddenly asked.
"Why not just eat some sausages?"
"Ah, that could work."
"I'm just worried if you can handle it."
