"Aunt really wants to!"
As her voice fell, the fingers lifting the long skirt paused, and Lu Jin'an's breath also became stilled at this moment.
Beneath the pure white skirt hem, the over-the-knee white silk sock's rim woven with a circle of pale pink lace trim, interwoven with the flesh color of thighs that is white tinged with pink, creating a pure yet ripe mature scenery.
The cold and traditional Qingmiao Palace Master making the skirt-lifting gesture, paired with a slightly shy expression and infinitely gentle deep feelings in peach blossom eyes, sketches a scene of 'desires within purity' of breathtaking elegance.
Lu Jin'an stared intently, then Xiao Yinruo bent over and lifted her leg, one hand supporting the backrest of the Beauty Couch, knees touching the soft cushions beside Lu Jin'an, as she looked down at him, the other hand lifting his chin.
"Little rascal, have you missed me?"
"I have..."
"Well, have you thought of wanting me to do something?"
