Weilan's hand froze momentarily, holding back her laughter with effort, yet still reaching out to rest on the edge of Lu Hechen's pants.
Lu Hechen's leg immediately tensed up.
Weilan's eyes, smiling, met his deep and nervous gaze. She held back her laughter and pulled his pants down slightly.
Lu Hechen's hands were so tense that he didn't know where to place them.
"Weilan, Weilan..." Lu Hechen called out twice in succession.
Weilan couldn't hold it in any longer and started to giggle.
She placed her hands on either side of Lu Hechen's hips, laughing so hard she couldn't straighten her back.
As Weilan leaned down, her hair fell right in the center of Lu Hechen's pants.
Almost instantly, Lu Hechen felt a wave of discomfort engulf him.
His little Mr. Xiaolu was quite restless, eager to make its presence known from time to time.
He had only just managed to suppress it, and now it was surfacing again.
He felt even more frustrated.
