"These panties?"
Snuggling in bed, Yana was still mocking the girl for her thin skin, her expression one of smug victory. Her hand suddenly brushed against a small, thoroughly damp piece of fabric.
Picking it up, Yana froze. The black design was slightly revealing, the lace with its intricate cut-out pattern particularly delicate. It was clearly not a cheap piece.
"What is it?"
Luis asked casually.
Yana's delicate eyebrows knitted together. "Maria seems to have a lingerie set like this."
Hearing this, Luis's heart began to race. He quickly deflected, "Women's underwear all looks pretty similar, like those forgettable faces. You think this looks familiar?"
"Absolutely. Maria used to prefer plain cotton stuff, the childish, old-fashioned kind kids wear."
"Some time ago, I don't know what got into her, but she suddenly bought two or three sets of very sexy lingerie. I thought to myself, that girl must be in a relationship."
