Chapter 4 [Slised Stockings]

"Why are you in my room? And..." Ai Yige was still a little embarrassed and pointed to the direction of the bathroom.

Wu Qingyang is much more generous now. After all, her age and experience are there. Although she has no experience in this regard, she can only expect Wu Qingyang to be generous first. Otherwise, if Wu Qingyang has been in a hesitant state, Ai Yige would never be too generous no matter what. After all, Wu Qingyang is the one who really suffers, and Ai Yige is definitely taking advantage.

So Wu Qingyang could only shake his head and say, "Since your father was appointed by the central government, there are countless prominent people in the local area who want to invite your father to the banquet. But you also know your father's temper. He definitely won't eat or give it to him, so he used a rejection attitude. But your mother thinks this is not good. Although everyone knows your father's temper, it is time and time. After all, the status is different now. If you refuse so bluntly, it will make people have other ideas in their hearts. For this reason, it is not worth it. So she discussed with your father and decided that someone else would invite your father, but she still refused as usual.

But I held a banquet here, and invited everyone who wanted to get close to your father. Everyone had a meal to solve all the food and invitation problems. The time was tonight, and the location was arranged in the military district, but all the chefs and the like were brought from the Woge Love Hall. I have been in charge, from last night to now. Now the preparation is almost done, I want to have a little rest, and then your mother took me to your house. I thought that there was no one in your room anyway, and you will have to come back in two days. I will take a shower with you first, plan to take a nap, change clothes, and prepare to continue working in the evening. Where did you think you came back suddenly..."

Ai Yige then understood the whole story, but he felt strange again: "What about my mother? I screamed a lot downstairs, and there was no one in the family."

"Mr. Chen should be at home, she came back with me!" As he spoke, Wu Qingyang glanced at the clock on the wall. When he saw it, he seemed to suddenly realize: "Ah? I've been sleeping in the bathtub for more than an hour? Maybe Mr. Chen thought I was going to sleep for a while after taking a shower, so she cleaned up and went out again."

Ai Yige nodded, stood up, walked out of his house, walked to his parents' door, raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Mom, are you at home?"

No one agreed even after shouting twice. Ai Yige opened the door and walked in. He saw that the room was empty and the bathroom door was wide open. It was obvious that he was not at home. It seemed that he really felt that Wu Qingyang was probably asleep, so Chen Fengying didn't bother her. He cleaned up and did what he should do.

When he returned to his room, Ai Yige was somewhat guilty and said to Wu Qingyang: "My mother seems to have really gone out, otherwise I will call her!"

Wu Qingyang glanced at Ai Yige: "Why are you calling Mr. Chen? Tell her that you rushed into the bathroom and saw me?"

Ai Yige quickly shook his head: "No, how could it be!"

"That's all, then why are you calling this phone? After a few words, Mr. Chen heard something. How can we explain this? It's not enough for you to let my sister be embarrassed in front of you. Do you have to throw someone in front of Mr. Chen?"

Ai Yige thought it seemed like that, it was fine if he called his mother early or later. It seemed that something was wrong when he called him now. Did he say that he had entered the room or not? Have you ever seen Wu Qingyang? What did he say when he saw him? Wait and wait, it seemed that he couldn't figure it out.

"Aren't you always bold? You teased me several times, but why did you become timid this time? I'll ask you again now, did you look good just now?" Two red clouds flew up from Wu Qingyang's cheeks. Although he was wearing a gray professional suit, he had bare feet and a pair of smooth and straight calves. He saw that Ai Yige's heartbeat was beating again.

Ai Yige grabbed his head and replied with a tough bullet: "It looks good." He made a fuss in his heart, and thought to himself, "I'm going to take it aside, raised his face and looked at Wu Qingyang, thinking to himself that you are not afraid of me, a big man, what's there to be afraid of: "Sister Qingyang, you have such a good figure!"

Wu Qingyang rolled his eyes: "You are still getting more and more aggressive! I warn you, you are not allowed to tell anyone about this today! Otherwise, I want you to look good!"

Ai Yige is now starting to smile. The crisis has been resolved long ago, so it seems that it is not illegal to tease me: "Sister Qingyang plans to make me look good? I just saw you, you also looked at me!"

"You little brat, you are starting to tease your sister again, right? I think you are really amazing!" Wu Qingyang's eyebrows stood up, as if he was angry and angry, showing his infinite charm. Ai Yige was really itchy to see it.

It is said that the women around Ai Yige are all top-notch, but women like Wu Qingyang, who have a charm between their eyebrows and eyes, and their plump body seems to contain infinite sexy. It is really unique. This is related to Wu Qingyang's age and experience. Ai Yige asked himself that he was not a virtuous sister, but in front of Wu Qingyang, it seemed that he always felt a little out of control. Ai Yige always felt that he still prefers the clean, clean and refreshing little girl, and has seen him these days.

I have known many charming women who are older or just about the same age as Ai Yige. Many women even have a little more sexy taste than Wu Qingyang. At least, they all show off their sexyness in comparison to Wu Qingyang. But Ai Yige can ignore those women, but in front of Wu Qingyang, I always feel that my care is pounding and there is always a sense of fishy pleasure. This is not the case that he succeeds. If he really gets into trouble, I don’t know what it will be like in his heart.

In fact, Ai Yige once thought about this question, why so many women who feel sexually insignificant wandered over in front of him, he seemed to have not seen it. Only Wu Qingyang, her sexy sexiness is the kind of relatively restrained one. If she didn't relax, it would be hard to detect it. For example, her usual state is a capable professional woman, and she basically can't see too much sexy charm. But for example, now, Wu Qingyang, who has just come out of the bath, has wet hair on his back, his face is a little red, and his snow-white neck is slightly red.

Although he still looks very stereotypical, he shows a unique taste. Ai Yige can't explain this kind of thing, but he is attracted by the sexy charm that Wu Qingyang occasionally shows. Perhaps it is because of Wu Qingyang's restrained style that only occasionally reveals casually that men like Ai Yige are more intoxicated. If it is really that sexy, it will appear more or less a bit deliberate. The so-called show-off style sometimes has the counterproductive effect on some men.

Seeing Ai Yige's gaze being a little straightened again, Wu Qingyang rolled his eyes helplessly. Of course, she understood that if this kind of verbal battle continues, she will suffer sooner or later, so she could only admit that she was unlucky and sat honestly beside Ai Yige's bed.

Suddenly, he found that Ai Yige's eyes were staring at his little feet. Wu Qingyang couldn't help but lift his legs and put them on the bed, pressing them behind his butt, slightly blocking Ai Yige's somewhat unscrupulous gaze.

At the same time, she was thinking in her heart: Xiao Ge seems to pay more attention to my feet every time he is alone with me. Is this kid a little bit of a foot fetish?

Looking at Ai Yige's chasing eyes, he felt a little bit more aware, but it was not convenient to ask. Wu Qingyang could only hide his feet behind him as much as possible so that Ai Yige would not see it.

But no matter how Wu Qingyang adjusts her sitting position, her butt is so big. How could she hide her entire calf and a pair of feet behind? Ai Yige's eyes seemed to stick to it, and she never relaxed. Of course Wu Qingyang wouldn't know that Ai Yige was actually feeling in her heart. When Wu Qingyang stood in front of Ai Yige so generously, Ai Yige didn't think her legs and feet were so beautiful, but now Wu Qing

Yang made this concealing look, which made Ai Yigo reluctant to move his eyes away from her legs. This is true of human nature. The more he can't get, the more he wants to get it. The more he loses, the more he often loses. Moreover, it is even more so to appreciate women. The gauze curtains appear and appear, so that he feels more attractive. If he doesn't feel like he wants to refuse or welcome, he will lose his interest and only the animal impulse left.

Seeing Ai Yige staring at her feet like a police dog, Wu Qingyang pursed his mouth and thought to himself that this is not evidence of crime, so he is not allowed to look at it! But Ai Yige couldn't hear what she was saying in her heart. She should continue to look at it. In fact, the key is that Ai Yige didn't know what she should say, so he could only use the beauty's jade legs to relieve boredom.

Finally, Wu Qingyang couldn't stand it anymore. Ai Yige's eyes seemed to be carrying flames, from her waist to her buttocks, to her calves that could not be blocked, and naturally on her feet, it would eventually fall on the ten crystal clear jade toes. It seemed that Wu Qingyang could feel two balls of fire floating on her body, burning wherever she went, making Wu Qingyang unable to sit and lie down, and felt a little overwhelmed. Wu Qingyang seemed to feel that his age had been regressed for many years, and his heart was also pounding, knowing that he was like this.

The so-called feeling of burning is entirely psychological. Ai Yige is not a figure in the magic world. How could it be said that she could see her like burning? But no matter how she thought, she still couldn't expel the feeling of burning fire on her body. Wu Qingyang gradually felt something was wrong. She knew that if she continued like this, she would make some jokes with Ai Yige if she couldn't make a good deal. She was not afraid of something happening, but if Wu Qingyang could not bear it first and then took the initiative to attack, it seemed that something was wrong.

"Xiao Ge..." Wu Qingyang shouted, but he didn't say anything for a long time, his voice was a little sticky, and the sound she said was small, making the sound that was like a moan at "that kind". Wu Qingyang herself felt something was wrong.

Fortunately, Ai Yige was a little confused and could not hear the strangeness of the voice. He raised his head and looked at Wu Qingyang's blushing face with a little blank look, and asked, "Ah?"

Just at this glance, Wu Qingyang suddenly felt that the fire burned on his face, as if his whole body had instantly become hot, and he was even more at a loss.

"Xiao Ge, hand me my bag over there!" Wu Qingyang pointed to the bag hanging on the clothes hanger behind the door.

Ai Yige stood up, picked up the bag, and handed it to Wu Qingyang. Then he stood very close to Wu Qingyang and was no longer willing to walk away.

Wu Qingyang didn't care, but just silently took out a pair of brand new stockings from her bag. This was the one she found out that she had pulled the stockings from her stockings before. She bought them at midnight, and she was going to wear them for the night after taking a shower and resting.

After unpacking the packaging, Wu Qingyang seemed to be wearing stockings as usual. What she thought was that after wearing stockings, she would have some cover, so she would not have to expose her calves and feet so nakedly to the little bad guy Ai Yige, which would be better. But she never expected that the action of wearing stockings would make Ai Yige's blood rush even more. She watched Wu Qingyang's skin as if shining brightly was stuffed into the pair of stockings bit by bit. Then Wu Qingyang pulled the head of the stockings with both hands, gently stroked it up, and smoothed the wrinkles of the stockings on his legs from time to time, pulling and pulling, and Ai Yige almost fell out his eyes.

After putting on both stockings on the calves, Wu Qingyang smoothed the stockings on his feet and the base of his calves according to normal habits, and then began to pull the stockings on his thighs at the opening respectively.

With this action, Wu Qingyang had to release his legs from behind his butt and show them in front of Ai Yige. Because he wanted to pull the stockings to his head, his legs were slightly apart. The already short skirt was stretched tighter and it also took a little to his buttocks.

The scenery in the skirt was immediately revealed. Although it was just a vague small corner, the more this feeling of being so clear, the more it made Ai Yige feel dry. The feeling of being hot all over in the bathroom just now appeared again. Ai Yige could almost obviously feel that his crotch was uncontrollable. He did not immediately stand at attention and salute like he had just happened, but this slowly perming and hard feeling made Ai Yige feel more obvious changes in his body.

I also know that I can't continue to look, otherwise I will be a little unbearable, but at this point, how can his eyes still move?

Seeing the mystery between Wu Qingyang's legs looming, Ai Yige naturally remembered the graceful posture of Wu Qingyang lying in the bathtub just now. The black grass floated on the water surface, with the slight rippling of the water waves, the proudly upright pair of standing and the crown on the top of the mountain peaks, which were occasionally swallowed by the waves, but tenaciously seemed to be about to poke their heads out, all recalling in Ai Yige's mind.

Wu Qingyang was just lowering his head and thinking about putting on stockings quickly, but he did not notice Ai Yige's change. Although he heard Ai Yige's breathing sound becoming much heavier, he didn't care too much. All he thought about was wearing it quickly and covering it up, so that at least he would not make Ai Yige's eyes so flustered.

When Wu Qingyang finally put on a stocking, the second one was basically the same. After the last step of smoothing the wrinkles, Ai Yige saw Wu Qingyang's legs stretching straight towards him, slightly apart. The pure white underwear with lace edges between his legs was extremely plump and bulging. I don't know if he really saw it, or the scene he saw in the bathroom just now was in his mind. Ai Yige always felt that the swelling almost broke the small underwear, and the pure white underwear had a lot of shadows.

Ai Yige felt that there was a spring thunder in his mind. At this time, Wu Qingyang's body moved slightly and turned his right leg over. He wanted to smooth the wrinkles behind his legs, and his legs stretched a little further apart. He was so desperate that he happened to touch the unstoppable bulge between Ai Yige's legs...

With just a gentle touch, Ai Yige shivered as if his whole body was on electricity. Wu Qingyang also looked up and saw Ai Yige's terrifying swelling. He immediately realized how fatal attraction the whole process of wearing stockings was for a man. Moreover, Wu Qingyang knew exactly what he had touched his toes just now.

In this way, both of them were stunned. Wu Qingyang didn't know whether he should continue to put on the stockings, while Ai Yige was dazed in a daze. Although the mystery between Wu Qingyang's legs could no longer be seen in his eyes, his mind was uncontrollably fantasizing about Wu Qingyang's enchanting state of nakedness and only wearing a pair of stockings.

As she thought about it, Ai Yige's hand unconsciously stretched out and grabbed Wu Qingyang's little foot. When she just touched it, Wu Qingyang was trembling all over, but for some reason, she had no idea of ​​resistance. She even made a faint hope from the bottom of her heart, looking forward to Ai Yige's further invasion of her, hoping that Ai Yige's hand could wander on his legs as he had just looked at him...

Of course, Ai Yige would not be polite. His instinct is much stronger than reason at this moment. He had already beaten the thing called reason to retreat step by step and fail to defeat the army. He had just caught Wu Qingyang's little feet, and his other hand immediately climbed up and stroked Wu Qingyang's calves.

Wu Qingyang's mind was in chaos, and his body became soft unconsciously. He was sitting steadily, but now he fell backwards as if he had no bones and collapsed on the bed. Ai Yige leaned over, and a big hand had already stroked Wu Qingyang's knees and kept wandering on her thighs.

The smooth texture of stockings itself can make many men unable to stop their blood. Moreover, Wu Qingyang's legs are also the best among the best. When the legs are closed, there is almost no gap, which makes people jealous. Moreover, it is not like most Asian girls. If you want to keep your calves thin, you must lose your entire leg. Although it looks better in clothes, when you only wear stockings or are simply naked, you lack the necessary tempting feeling.

Wu Qingyang's legs are different. Her calves are slender and straight, and they look like perfect calves. When she goes up her thighs, it begins to gradually become plump. Ai Yige's hand falls on it, feeling the expansion and fullness of the palm of his hand, which makes Ai Yige feel very moved. Many men have such experience. Sometimes, beautiful women - or women with good figures, are different from heaven and earth when they touch it. It's like those professional pilobes, they look good, but if they really fall into the palm of a man's palm, they will feel that their bones are very uncomfortable. But women who are too plump feel very good to touch, but humans are complex animals. You can't say that they really turn off the lights and everything is the same, right? After all, you have to look at it. The visual sense is also very important. No matter how comfortable it is to touch it, but if the eyes don't feel it, the feeling will be greatly reduced.

But Wu Qingyang's is different. Not only does it look extremely perfect, but the skin on the slender and straight legs is also tight and smooth. Just using your eyes, you will praise this pair of perfect legs. When your palms are pressed on, you will feel both soft and elastic. The feeling of grabbing the handful also makes Ai Yige's heart beat even more.

Gradually, Ai Yige's palm cut into the inner side of Wu Qingyang's thigh and went up and down. His fingers were very experienced in maintaining a close and distant posture, sliding up and down, making Wu Qingyang feel as if a group of ants crawled onto his thighs, bringing a numb and itchy feeling, which was very comfortable.

This is a feeling that Wu Qingyang had never experienced. His cheeks were flushed and his body was as soft as a pool of water. There was no idea of ​​struggling and resisting in his heart. He showed his teeth and bit his lower lip lightly. As soon as Ai Yige looked up, the flames in his heart suddenly burst out. The shy but beautiful sexy and charming look made Ai Yige want to practice Wu Qingyang on the spot today.

The edge of Ai Yige's palm has approached Wu Qingyang's thighs several times, but it is circling and is not in a hurry to launch an offensive. The war between men and women is less smoke and more roundabout teasing, which makes the men and women in it feel more interested.

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