Zhang Yang felt his hairs stand on end. How could any official withstand such a test?
Looking down, Zhang Yang saw a delicate and beautiful foot. Even without a foot fetish, he couldn't help but admire it inwardly.
Such a beautiful foot would be a waste if it weren't for being a foot model.
Following the line of the petite foot up, he saw a long, straight leg. It was definitely Cheng Yue starting to tease him again.
Cheng Yue seemed to know that Zhang Yang was looking at her foot and a mischievous, intoxicating smile appeared on her lips. Her dainty foot boldly probed between Zhang Yang's legs.
Zhang Yang shuddered and quickly looked up across the table.
Pretending not to notice, Cheng Yue said to Zhang Yang, "What's wrong, stinky little brother? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Tell Sister Yue, and I'll help you."
Of course, Zhang Yang understood the insinuation in Cheng Yue's words. She really was bold.
