Ling Feiyan looked up to see Chu Yang holding a pair of white and a pair of black long-legged silk stockings in his hands, her face flushed red in an instant.
She was essentially a very traditional woman.
Even the clothes she wore, if they were slightly sexy or revealing, Ling Feiyan would not wear them.
To her surprise, Chu Yang had taken out two pairs of stockings at once, one white and one black, and judging by their style and the ultra-thin silk, these stockings were even seductive, which made Ling Feiyan even more nervous.
"We had a deal at that time," he said.
"Within half a month, if the Chinese herbal medicine I've planted is harvested and sold, you would wear stockings for me to see again."
"Now I've done it, and it's time for you to keep your promise," said Chu Yang, grinning at Ling Feiyan, who was blushing with embarrassment.
Ling Feiyan looked down at her chest, wishing she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
