As Lin Hao watched them, the two girls blushed furiously and quickly stood up, tidying their messy dresses.
Lin Hao, that rascal, was really too wicked, surely not embarrassed at all, nor did he avoid it; instead, he ogled their curvy figures unabashedly.
Especially as he stared at their high and commanding busts, seemingly comparing their sizes.
"Lin, what... what are you looking at?" Zhang Yuanyuan asked, her face flushed.
"Yuanyuan, how can you not wear stockings? You'll catch a cold easily!" Lin Hao asked seriously.
"You... you're so bad!" Zhang Yuanyuan's face turned beet red with embarrassment.
"Hahaha..." Tang Shiying burst into cheerful laughter.
"Lin..." Zhang Yuanyuan stomped her feet in anger.
"Hahaha..." Lin Hao walked over laughing and pulled the girl into his arms.
"You... let go of me... Yingying is here, let go of me..." Zhang Yuanyuan struggled symbolically a few times, but eventually gave in obediently.
