Seeing Chen Ming yield, Lan Mengqin became even more smug. She had never felt so refreshed before. She immediately stood up from him and said with an expression that seemed to say, "Since you begged me so much, I'll let you off."
"Alright, alright. Since you begged me so much, Sister Mengqin will reluctantly let you go."
However, Chen Ming's angle was a little awkward. She had originally been sitting on top of him, but now that she had stood up, he was still lying on the floor.
A pair of white stockings that reached her calves, along with the incomparably fair view above them, entered his sight.
The slight softness where the little white socks cinched her legs, her fair thighs tinged faintly pink, and the shadows beneath the hem of her skirt—this half-hidden feeling was the most alluring.
He caught sight of icy white and immediately felt a little embarrassed. Supporting himself with both hands, he raised his upper body. The moment he sat up, his cheek came close to her lower abdomen. Lan Mengqin took a few steps back, seemingly unaware of anything unusual.
At the same time, she was thinking about how to mess with Chen Ming, her mind full of bad ideas.
"Then I'm leaving."
Seeing that she really intended to let him go, he uncertainly asked again. Lan Mengqin immediately nodded in confirmation.
"Go on, go on. Sister Mengqin always keeps her word."
After receiving confirmation, Chen Ming turned and left. Once she watched him go, she quietly followed after him again.
It had been hard enough to enjoy herself once—how could she not do it a few more times? So, after tailing him for about three minutes, she calculated the timing. Seeing that it was about right, she strode over again.
"I'm back!