Just as Ye Feng crawled under the table, snickering at the thought of checking whether Red Rose was wearing panties or not, Bai Furong and the other two had already sensed something was amiss.
Ye Feng's fork had fallen under the table, and they had naturally seen it, but it was just a fork, so why would he stay under the table for such a long time without coming out.
Immediately, Red Rose gave Bai Furong and Fang Qingxue a knowing look, and the women instantly understood, their lips curving into a sly smile.
Closer!
Even closer!
...
Under the table, Ye Feng slowly moved toward the direction of Red Rose, his eyes sweeping over her slender, pale and beautiful legs, and he swallowed hard.
Damn!
This woman is a demon!
Ye Feng's heart raced faster and faster, the imagined scenario of Red Rose not wearing panties making his nose feel hot.
As Ye Feng got very close to Red Rose's legs, he slowly reached out his hand.
