Under Zhang Hao's repeated questioning, He Qianhui tried hard to think.
"It seems like he adjusted his sitting position a few times."
As soon as Zhang Hao heard this, he instantly felt aroused.
"Next time you go to our hospital, remember to wear something looser, preferably those that don't show your figure, understand?"
He Qianhui found his suggestion a bit strange: "Why, I have such a good figure, why should I wear loose clothes, are you jealous?"
Zhang Hao didn't speak, and he began to invade He Qianhui's private space through the clothes.
"Hao, Hao, stop it."
While enduring, He Qianhui also resisted, but her resistance was just a turn-on for Zhang Hao.
"Let me feel if you're wet down there?"
The tight hip-hugging skirt was suddenly pulled up to her waist by Zhang Hao.
Flesh-colored stockings wrapped around He Qianhui's thighs.
With a ripping sound, Zhang Hao tore the innocent stockings apart.
"Hao, those stockings were expensive."
