The air in the private room suddenly became thick.
Yuening raised her delicate eyebrows slightly and looked at Sun Zhe with a playful gaze, asking, "Can you handle the consequences of taking off my stockings?"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe chuckled, suddenly put down his wine glass, and reached out towards the lace hem of Yuening's skirt that wrapped around her thigh.
He thought Yuening would evade or stop him, but unexpectedly, Yuening remained unmoved and just watched him with interest.
Sun Zhe felt a slight heaviness in his heart as he grasped the edge of her lace skirt, his palm touching the smoothness as he slowly lifted it.
Moments later.
When his fingertips touched the soft, triangular bulge under the thin silk, a few soft black fibers playfully peeked through the fabric gaps, caught clearly by his fingerprints.
He could feel Yuening's delicate body trembling slightly, becoming somewhat stiff, and he asked, "Are you nervous?"
