The skirt was already short, and in this position, her white panties were visible. His large hand was on her leg, and the skin there felt like it was burning.
She was wondering what he would do next, torn between giving in or staying rational. At that moment, his thin lips parted and he spoke...
"Don't wear such short skirts. Any man who sees it will have a reaction."
Did she dress like this when she was with Gu Moming?
Even though he was feeling an unbearable urge below, he still maintained a rational demeanor. His hand slowly relaxed, but it continued to lightly brush against her skin, subtly sliding under her skirt.
Hearing his words, Gu Qimiao immediately felt deeply embarrassed. She quickly stood up and ran off, in such a rush that she didn't even put on the slippers by his side. She bumped into a chair, tightly holding her skirt, and ran out without looking back.
Shen Yanchen looked down at the small tent forming in his pants, frowning deeply.
