Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes into a slit, feeling relaxed. Listening to Dong Shanshan clicking on the mouse, his hand, that was touching that smooth skin of thigh, all his troubles from the past two days had now disappeared.
Si la!
Suddenly, there was a nasty sound from the dress!
Zhang Ye made an uh and coughed dryly. He looked towards the slit of her qipao. The dress was alright, but her stockings had been accidentally torn agape by Zhang Ye. He had been rather busy in recent days and had not bothered to cut his nails. With his long nails and the thin material of the stocking, any sudden force would have torn it.
Dong Shanshan looked at him in a speechless manner, “You really don’t hold back, even with your old classmate. That was really aggressive, I’d just changed to a new pair of stockings today.”
Zhang Ye said embarrassed, “A misunderstanding, misunderstanding.”
Dong Shanshan tucked her legs back in, “Alright, the comforting is over.”