The next morning.
Tang Feng had barely gotten out of bed when a patient showed up at his door.
It was the girl from yesterday.
Today, the girl wasn't wearing a mask or sunglasses, and she had put on makeup, making her look exceptionally pure.
She wore a light-colored sweater with a plaid miniskirt underneath. Her legs were clad in white stockings, and on her feet, she wore ballet flats.
Those legs, wrapped in white stockings and exposed, made Tang Feng take several more glances.
This was the seduction of stockings.
The girl carried a small handbag and looked somewhat uneasy.
Tang Feng led her straight upstairs.
In the bedroom upstairs.
The girl sat on the edge of the bed, nervous, but behind that unease lingered some anticipation.
"Dr. Tang, is today's treatment going to be the same as yesterday?" she asked in a low voice, looking at Tang Feng.
Tang Feng, observing that innocent face, couldn't help but think of Tang Chenlu.
