The sheer, silky stockings were perfectly form-fitting, like a fine mist that hazily outlined the shape of Li Zhi's toes.
The contour of every toe was faintly visible beneath the gossamer-thin fabric. They were like sleeping pearls, emitting a soft, warm luster from under the mist.
Although... although he had already met these exquisite feet before, and had even personally felt their tenderness and softness while helping her put on the stockings...
But now, wrapped in this layer of mist, the sensation was entirely different.
The concealment didn't diminish the sight at all; instead, it sparked an intense desire to peer at what truly lay beneath.
The texture of the stockings rose and fell with the subtle tension, the curves it traced creating a mesmerizing play of light and shadow under the lamp.
At their tips, the slight protrusions where her toes pushed against the thin material revealed an even more tender, flesh-pink color beneath.
Tension seized his heart again.
