But it was too late for Duanmu Jing to stop him, Wang Dadong had already taken off her mother's long stockings.
The way he did it, the skill, was incredibly practiced, like he'd done it many times before...
Surprisingly, although the woman's legs were immobile, her leg muscles showed no signs of atrophy. Her skin was delicate and elastic.
And what beautiful legs they were.
Long, straight, neither too fat nor too thin, looking just right.
Even her feet appeared slightly pale from lack of exercise, making them look even whiter and rounder.
Wang Dadong, who had seen countless beautiful legs, was stunned by these legs, even forgetting that he was still holding her ankle.
"Doctor, doctor." Duanmu Jing's mother saw Wang Dadong staring at her legs in a daze, couldn't help but blush, and called out softly.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Auntie, your legs are so beautiful, I lost my composure..." Wang Dadong quickly let go of Duanmu Jing's mother's leg, but spoke sincerely.
