"Xiao Yan, don't kiss..."
Fang Zhiya felt very shy; just putting on black stockings was already a very bashful act for her, and now Li Zhiyan was kissing her thigh.
It made her feel even more embarrassed.
"Aunt Fang... I just love your legs."
After sitting up, with 20% excitement, he gently unfolded the other black stocking.
Then, he grasped Fang Zhiya's jade foot, gently slid it on, pulling up the edge little by little.
Underneath the short skirt, two perfect black silk-clad legs came into Li Zhiyan's view.
Once she had put on the black stockings, Fang Zhiya's legs took on a mysterious allure.
This kind of fleeting glimpse was enough to touch one's soul. Li Zhiyan knew this was the charm of black silk.
"Do they look good?"
Every time there was a new trial, Fang Zhiya would always ask such questions, inquiring if she looked good to Li Zhiyan.
"Beautiful, Aunt Fang, you really look good in anything."