On the Modu expressway.
A black-and-white Maybach sped through the night.
Sitting in the driver's seat, Lin Shen savored the car's superb handling with one hand while his other caressed the plump, black-stocking-clad thigh of his senior, Jiang Wan.
'He never thought Jiang Wan would wear something like this.'
'And it looked so damn good on her!'
'In Lin Shen's opinion, the little girl was actually the one best suited for black stockings.'
Because she was the socialite type, and while that might sound like an insult, she really suited the sexy, Korean-style outfits like hip-hugging skirts, short skirts, and black stockings.
After all, when he first met her, she had been wearing a particularly dazzling socialite outfit. Black stockings would have been a perfect fit for her.
