Ling Feiyan's voice had just dropped when she lifted her right leg, sweeping towards Chu Yang.
Chu Yang chuckled, raising his hand to grab Ling Feiyan's right ankle, "The touch of your skin is quite pleasant, tender, smooth, and soft—it feels like caressing top-notch silk."
Ling Feiyan's cheeks turned even redder as she tried to withdraw her right foot from Chu Yang's grasp, "You awful fellow, let go of my foot right now."
"No way, I can't waste such a good opportunity!"
With a delicate grunt, Ling Feiyan exerted force with her slender waist, attempting to pull her right leg back, but she didn't expect to use too much strength and lose her balance, causing her body to lurch forward.
"Ah..." Ling Feiyan cried out in alarm and fell into Chu Yang's arms.
Woosh!
In an instant, Ling Feiyan's face, all the way down to her neck, flushed crimson.
