Shan Qingxuan crossed her arms, guarding her Secret Garden below.
With her head lowered and trembling, she pleaded, "Doctor Li, do I really have to take off my panties?"
This was the last piece of clothing on her body, her final cover of modesty, and her last bit of dignity as a woman.
"It's okay!"
Li Chen glanced at her and nodded.
Although he was eager to see the beautiful scenery of the Secret Garden beneath her panties, seeing her extremely nervous, she seemed like a rubber band stretched to its limit.
Any more pressure, and she might collapse.
He mustn't rush things.
At that moment, Shan Qingxuan felt a great relief, her shapely, tight legs climbed onto the bed, and she lay down.
Now, wearing only a lace panty, her curvaceous lines were displayed in all their glory, utterly embarrassing. An arm crossed over her full breasts, one hand still covering her Secret Garden.
