But confusion aside, her sister's hand was already reaching out!
Dan Wuque took a deep breath. Unable to use Spiritual Energy, she could only press down hard on the hand Dan Wulan was extending.
At the same time, biting her thin lips, her shimmering eyes stared at Dan Wulan. "Sister, don't move!" she urged.
Dan Wulan gave a light snort, exerting a bit of force as she reached for Dan Wuque's thigh, wrapped in black silk.
The touch was a strange mix of slight roughness and smoothness. It felt odd, but undeniably pleasant!
A look of surprise flickered across Dan Wulan's eyes. So, there really were pants like this? Snug, convenient!
She found it hard to let go!
Then, all sorts of bizarre images involuntarily flooded her mind.
That delicate face, usually a bit cold, slowly flushed red, as she swallowed.
Dan Wuque watched as her sister's eyes remained fixed on her legs. A deep blush spread across Dan Wuque's own face, and she gently bit her red lips.
