"Don't be in such a rush, let me finish what I'm saying," Yang Fan laughed.
"I know what you're thinking in your mind, and that's absolutely impossible!" Bai Mengzhu said very firmly.
However, Yang Fan somehow felt that her firmness seemed more like a feigned defense.
It gave him the distinct feeling that she had left some room for negotiation.
Nonetheless, Yang Fan hadn't planned on doing anything to Bai Mengzhu today; he could completely accommodate her insistence.
"You really thought wrong, I just find your stockings very sexy and wanted to touch them. I believe you can satisfy this small request of mine, right?" Yang Fan smiled.
"Ah? Oh... Well, suit yourself!" Bai Mengzhu instantly became embarrassed.
Her cheeks were so red they could have been used as a stoplight.
They were almost translucent from her blush.
Yang Fan placed his hand on Bai Mengzhu's silky thigh and, while stroking, he admired, "It's really smooth."
