She reached out her hand beneath her skirt, trying to take off the wet pantyhose.
But honestly, her whole body felt as soft as marshmallow, and after several attempts, she couldn't even lift her skirt.
"Ugh..."
After trying unsuccessfully a few times, she looked towards Yan Huan blankly, seeking help.
"I... I'll help you, Sister Shiyu."
"Hmm..."
Yan Huan sighed and climbed onto the bed, coming up behind her.
"Sorry."
Yan Huan reached under Ye Shiyu's skirt with one hand, feeling for the only piece of fabric inside the pantyhose, around the waist area.
With the warmth, Yan Huan gently pulled down.
"Plop~"
The next second, he breathed rapidly for a moment and hurriedly released the fabric he was holding.
Oh no, the fabric beneath the pantyhose was pulled along!!
"..."
Yan Huan swallowed hard, glanced up at Ye Shiyu.
But all he saw was her turning her head to look at him dazedly, as if she didn't realize what had happened...
Or perhaps, she didn't mind.
