After making sure the door was locked, Xiaobei let out a long sigh of relief.
At this moment, Xiaobei heard Yaling teasing him with slight irritation.
With a slight curl of his lips, Xiaobei turned around, looked at Yaling, whose face was full of teasing, and whispered, "Sister Song, I know you wouldn't run away, but just in case!"
"You little bastard!"
She rolled her eyes at Xiaobei and quickly surveyed the room.
Soon, Yaling stretched out her foot and lazily kicked off the pair of ultra-high heels on her dainty feet.
"My feet are killing me. These shoes look good but are really a pain to wear."
As she complained softly, she bent down and lazily rubbed her ankle wrapped in dark nylon stockings.
"Geez! Every move you make is so tempting!"
Admiringly, an eager Xiaobei quickly moved to Yaling's side.
Taking a deep breath, Xiaobei confidently grabbed her warm, dainty feet.
"You little bastard, what are you doing!"
She looked at Xiaobei with some panic.
