The delicate little feet stepped into the bottom of the silk stockings, the slender legs fitting tightly against each other, the skin was as white and luminous as jade, complementing one another beautifully.
The fine and jade-like skin of the thighs was exposed to the air, as if outlined by the silk stockings, appearing taut, full, and sensuous.
Under the light, one could faintly see a white line on the silk stockings running from the knee down to the foot.
Qi Yuan glanced over, deeming it impolite to stare, and moved his gaze upward; the buttocks were like halves of a moon, shrouded in the mist of gossamer veils, well, even more impolite.
Further up, well, much too impolite.
The moon tonight was indeed large, white, and perfectly round.
Qi Yuan silently chanted Buddhist scriptures in his heart.
"Form is emptiness, emptiness is form, have emptiness therefore form..."