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The girl next door has blossomed, and silk stockings and cheongsams are here to entice.
Shen Qinghan looked very tempting in black stockings, like a ripe peach that makes one unable to resist taking a bite.
Feeling his body growing increasingly hot, Lin Zichen quickly found a topic to divert his attention and asked,
âThe quality of this cheongsam and stockings seems pretty good. How much did you pay for each?â
âThe cheongsam cost 5288 yuan, and the stockings, 2998 yuan a pair.â
âWhat?â
Lin Zichen was stunned.
The heat that had just risen in his body instantly froze over at the prices Shen Qinghan quoted.
Together theyâre over ten thousand yuan!
Thatâs so expensive?
It might make sense for the cheongsam to be expensive, but these thin stockings selling for thousands?
Whatâs going on?
Seeing Lin Zichenâs shocked expression, Shen Qinghan explained, âTheyâre brand-name goods, so theyâre pricier.â
To prevent Lin Zichen from thinking she was a spendthrift, she quickly added, âI bought them with the prize money from topping the exams, not with my parentsâ money.â
âBut itâs still too expensiveâ¦â
Lin Zichen couldnât comprehend, perhaps a bit too straight-laced.
In a weak voice, Shen Qinghan said, âExpensive ones are of better quality and less likely to get damaged. They last a long time, so actually, if you look at it over a longer period, itâs not much of a waste.â
âItâs not a waste, not at all. Wearing something expensive feels comfortable, liking it yourself is whatâs most important.â
Sensing that his lack of understanding may have dampened Shen Qinghanâs spirits, Lin Zichen quickly expressed his agreement.
Shen Qinghan shook her head slightly and pursed her soft, delicate lips, saying, âWhether I like it is not important, itâs most important that you like it.â
Lin Zichen stated, âI really like it; I was amazed the moment I lifted the covers.â
âReally?â
âReally.â
âThen thatâs good.â
Shen Qinghanâs eyes bent into a slight smile.
No sooner had she finished speaking than she stretched her leg toward Lin Zichen and said with flushed cheeks, âThese stockings feel very nice to the touch, do you want to feel them?â
âThen Iâll feel them.â
Lin Zichen placed his hand on Shen Qinghanâs leg and began to stroke it with a gentle touch.
The subtle rustling sound was very pleasing to the ears.
It was as intoxicating as listening to the songs Shen Qinghan sang.
âHow do they feel to your touch?â
Shen Qinghanâs face was extremely red, but she still asked.
While enjoying the wonderful sensation from his hand, Lin Zichen replied,
âI can only say that thereâs a reason theyâre sold at a high price, the touch is very good, quite comfortable to feel.â
âIf I had bought cheap stockings, you wouldnât be enjoying this feeling now.â
After speaking, she blushed even more, and with a coy voice said, âDo you think⦠maybe itâs just that my legs themselves feel good to the touch?â
âThey complement each other. The stockings feel good, and your legs also feel very good.â
âThen⦠between the stockings and my legs, which feels better to you?â
As she asked this, Shen Qinghanâs tone was much more natural, not as shy as before.
As time went on, she had slowly gotten used to the feeling of wearing the stockings and no longer felt embarrassed being stared at by Lin Zichen.
Lin Zichen moved his hand to her bare foot, holding it gently in his hand, his heart in turmoil but trying to appear calm,
âThen itâs definitely your legs that feel better.â
âI think so, too.â
Shen Qinghan was overjoyed inside.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, followed by Xu Mengâs voice: âXiao Chen, your mom just sent over some daily necessities. I hung them on your doorknob. You can come out and pick them up later!â
Startled by Xu Mengâs voice, Lin Zichen instinctively withdrew his hand from Shen Qinghanâs leg.
But quickly he realized, he and Shen Qinghan were meant for each other, and both their parents were supportive. What was wrong with touching her leg?
Thinking this, he placed his hand back onto Shen Qinghanâs black silk-clad foot, feeling it as he replied, âOkay, I got it, Aunt Meng!â
Touching her feet felt more interesting than touching her legs, as he could hold her entire petite foot in his hand.
After Xu Meng had left,
Lin Zichen got up, opened the door and brought the bag inside.
Remembering the embarrassing incident when Shen Qinghan had stayed over last time, he immediately opened the bag to check, and sure enough, he found an ultra-thin condom.
Shaking his head, he threw it back into the bag, pretending he hadnât seen it.
It wasnât that he didnât want to eat her up, but it was too soon.
Their lips hadnât even met yet, whatâs the rush?
Straight to the end would be so bland; enjoying the slow process of getting closer was much more interesting.
âAunt Xin already sent the stuff over, why donât you stay over tonight?â
After speaking, Shen Qinghan added, âEver since you started elementary school, youâve never slept on my bed; itâs always been me sleeping on your bed. Thatâs not fair at all.â
âThen Iâll sleep over here more often,â Lin Zichen said with a smile.
Shen Qinghan huffed and said, âYouâll have many nights to sleep over then. Youâll have to sleep here hundreds of times to even out the frequency.â
âYouâre keeping track?â
âOf course!â
âThen do I need to wet your bed as many times as you did mine?â
Lin Zichen teased Shen Qinghan.
Shen Qinghan pouted in rebuttal, âThatâs not the same at all, I didnât do it on purpose.â
âBut I am teasing you on purpose.â
âOh, youâre so annoying!â Shen Qinghan picked up a pillow and threw it at him.
Lin Zichen caught the pillow, laughing as he threw it back.
The two of them began to toss pillows back and forth, playfully bantering with each other.
Unknowingly,
time had reached 1 AM.
Lin Zichen checked his phone and saw how late it was, then said to Shen Qinghan, âItâs so late, letâs go to sleep. Staying up is bad for a girlâs skin.ân/o/vel/b//in dot c//om