Yang Fan helped Bai Mengzhu open the door.
But perhaps being too nervous, she stumbled a bit as she entered, and although she managed to steady herself, her skirt flew up.
In that instant, Yang Fan's eyes shone like two little suns.
He was dazzled by the pink and black, his breathing quickened.
Black crotchless stockings, paired with a pink thong, and the narrowest kind at that, which didn't fully cover the opening left by the black stockings, squeezing out two patches of snow-white in the middle.
Though the combination seemed a bit messy, Bai Mengzhu's figure was so good that the messiness turned into another kind of allure, making Yang stare, his heart pounding in waves.
Bai Mengzhu didn't dare to look back at Yang Fan; she hastily adjusted her skirt and fled into the room like a bat out of hell.
Yang Fan, with a touch of regret that the beautiful view was no longer available, decided to look at the house instead.
