Chen Xiaolong's hand speed became even faster, and a low sound came from his throat, eventually letting out a sigh.
"Huh."
With that sound, everything was done onto the stockings, which were now a wet patch, the white fluid visibly staining the thin material.
Just as Chen Xiaolong was about to hide the stockings, something unexpected happened.
"Oh yeah, Xiaolong, there was one more thing Aunt had forgotten to mention."
"Bang."
Aunt Liang Cuiping entered the room again and locked eyes with Chen Xiaolong, then her eyes widened almost to the point of crying out loud.
"Ah, Xiaolong, you, you're..."
Liang Cuiping's pretty face turned crimson, spotting the white stain in front of Chen Xiaolong, his hand still gripping that firm key spot.
This scene provided a bit too much visual shock, so much so that Liang Cuiping didn't react immediately.
"Aunt, you, I, I'm not, sigh."
Chen Xiaolong couldn't care too much about modesty and quickly pulled up his pants.
