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"What's my order of appearance?" Pei Muchan was a bit nervous.
"Fifth." Xu Qingyan couldn't help but want to laugh, "What's wrong? Weren't you all bluster when you came, saying you weren't nervous?"
"I'm not... not nervous." She pursed her lips.
Xu Qingyan just smiled and didn't speak. His gaze swept over the hem of her dress, catching sight of a black stocking extending inward, stirring up irresistible thoughts.
It wasn't that he had never seen Pei Muchan in black stockings; she would sometimes wear them around the studio. There were moments when he could see the tight band of her thigh-highs leaving a faint red mark on her lush thighs.
This had always been considered a staff privilege only he had access to, with no other hobbies to speak of, he loved going to work every day.
"Can I take first place?" she asked again, her fingers clenching and unclenching, her knuckles turning slightly white.
"You can," he said.
