In the lounge, Zhang Yang indulged in the most heartfelt taste of a female celebrity.
He then gazed appreciatively at the big star Shen Mange, who was bowing her head and wiping herself with a tissue.
She truly is beautiful, pleasing to the eye, no matter how you look at it.
However, what made Zhang Yang cry and laugh at the same time was that Shen Mange's panties were already soaked, so she simply took off his boxers and wore them herself.
Shen Mange nodded with satisfaction, "Don't say anything, they're quite comfortable, much more comfortable than our women's underwear."
"Wearing them feels like safety shorts, and they're loose and breathable."
Zhang Yang couldn't stop smiling, "Comfortable is comfortable, but they aren't as sexy and beautiful as your panties."
Shen Mange chuckled and then stuffed the damp panties into Zhang Yang's pocket.
"Keep them as a souvenir. I'm really leaving now."
