"If you want to uncover my secrets, sure, but I'm not sure your little frame can handle it."
Seeing Zhang Yang's mischievous grin, Li Lingyu suddenly felt a bit scared.
"Senior, I'm not, I didn't... That's not what I meant just now."
"Then what did you mean?" As Zhang Yang spoke, his hand had already slipped under Li Lingyu's skirt.
He stroked from Li Lingyu's thigh all the way upward.
Li Lingyu's skin is truly fair and tender, with that cold white complexion many women envy.
Zhang Yang couldn't let go and kept touching her, making Li Lingyu's body tense up.
She clung to Zhang Yang's neck, looking passionately into his eyes.
"Senior, you're so naughty!"
Zhang Yang chuckled; heaven knows how lethal that sentence is to a man.
"Yu'er, do you like it?"
"I like it; Yu'er likes senior the most." Li Lingyu's breath became a little erratic.
Because she already felt Zhang Yang's hand had reached below her, sliding constantly over her thin panties.
A tingling sensation.
