“Not all of my clothes are taken off. I still have two pieces on.” Li Yong grins.

“Oh, that’s good. Brother Yong, which two?”

“A pair of socks.” Li Yong replies, stretching his feet out to touch Han Fei’s. He asks, “Guess if they are all cotton?” Han Fei hastily retreats her feet as if she gets electronic shock, “Brother Yong, you are so naughty. You promised not to touch me, but you still kick me with your feet. You are barely wearing ...