Ivyst wasn't wearing stockings today, just high heels on her bare feet.
So, looking at those slender and delicate beautiful legs before him, Lynn's pressure increased a few notches.
After all, he was a man with normal physiological desires, and accidentally touching something in the process that led to him eventually losing control was quite normal.
But clearly, the madwoman before him probably didn't even consider him as the opposite sex.
Otherwise, how could she have so easily agreed to his invitation for today's date?
Lynn sighed inwardly, reminding himself that this was part of the plan.
Then, under the curious and embarrassed gazes of the surrounding shop assistants, he slowly crouched down and reached out toward Ivyst's ankle.
Her ankle was very slim, and her skin was very smooth, he could only feel the delicate touch once he made contact.
"..."
Ivyst watched him expressionlessly, seeming not to feel any shyness from such a degree of physical touch.
