"Let's stay home today," he whispered in her ear as he held her.
His tone seemed like a question, but was in fact a command.
Zhang Qinglan knew she couldn't utter a word of refusal.
"Hmm... okay."
Her voice was soft and weak, already overwhelmed by desire.
"Lanlan, can you put on the black silk stockings?"
Zhang Qinglan nodded, picked up the stockings, and slowly put them on in front of him.
Gao Jun stared, unblinking, at her snowy white legs being enveloped by the silk, his heart trembling.
He couldn't help but reach out to touch them; the smooth texture nearly led him into obsession.
Then, he gently kissed downwards.
"Lanlan..."
He kissed her lips again.
Both knew that tonight was destined not to be calm.
Gao Jun tightly embraced Zhang Qinglan, recalling the past, his heart filled with excitement.
Kissing her, feeling the silk on her legs, he thought of how she looked when they first met and how she had changed.
