The Lamborghini wasn't going fast, but the trip was short, and they soon arrived at the underground parking garage of the Jingyuan Building.
After parking the car, Chen Jincheng finally pulled his hand away from Ximeng's long, stockinged legs.
'The silky feel of the stockings is a nice experience.'
But in the cramped passenger seat, whenever the girl shifted her legs even slightly, the hem of her form-fitting skirt seemed to protest by riding up.
In a fleeting glimpse, he caught a flash of another color.
Before getting out, the girl quickly straightened her short, form-fitting skirt. After exiting the car, she sauntered over to Chen Jincheng's side and sweetly linked her arm through his.
"Red?" Chen Jincheng asked teasingly, recalling the flash of color from a moment ago.
Ximeng clearly knew what he meant. She replied suggestively, "Red lace, Boss. Tear them, and you'll see."
"Are they easy to tear?"
"Boss, I'm wearing Luna Stockings!"
Chen Jincheng laughed.
