Tang Li's fingers slid over the pure black cotton socks, directly caressing the man's calf, mimicking a scene from a movie she had seen before where the female lead teased the male lead, and her right hand continued to move upward.
As for her eyes, she didn't blink, staring right at Song Baiyan.
Song Baiyan lounged on the sofa, not moving.
His gaze was deep and gentle, not avoiding her look.
When Tang Li's hand slipped inside the pant leg, a slight smile played at the corners of Song Baiyan's mouth, his eyes filled with interest. His left hand moved from his forehead to his thin lips, just watching her, as if waiting for her next move.
Inside the screening room, the light was dim and unclear.
Tang Li had to admit that she was being teased by Song Baiyan's gaze.
The look he gave her seemed both indulgent and tolerant, causing her little mischievous thought to undergo a subtle change.
Tang Li slowly withdrew her hand from the pant leg.
