"Xiaofeng, wait a minute, don't take it off yet, let's talk first!"
"What's more honest than this? My white moonlight, stop talking, kiss me!"
"Wait, wait..."
Wu Wenyue kept pushing him away. Seeing she genuinely wanted to chat, Li Peifeng put his pants back on and lay down on the bed.
Although he stopped messing around, Wu Wenyue was a bit annoyed as she looked between her legs, "You ruined my socks again!"
Lying on the bed, Li Peifeng closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, paused in silence, and then spoke slowly, with a deep and lyrical voice: "All clothes should eventually be taken off, and all black stockings will eventually be torn. Chaos turns to order, and order returns to chaos again."
