"Aunt Zhao, that's the way to do it. High heels only look their best when they're being worn, right?"
Zhao Shumin gave a small "mm" in agreement.
"Xiao Yan, weren't you planning to take some pictures? Go ahead and take them now."
"Aunt Zhao, something's still missing. High heels look gorgeous, but without stockings to pair with them, they lose a lot of their charm."
"Aunt Zhao, the stockings are right next to you."
Although Zhao Shumin felt her face heat up, she knew she had to help Li Zhiyan with this. At this point, she couldn't just back out halfway.
As long as Li Zhiyan could truly turn over a new leaf, everything she'd done would be worth it.
A short while later, Zhao Shumin returned, now wearing a short skirt.
Once back, Zhao Shumin picked up the stockings and began putting them on, piece by piece, right in front of Li Zhiyan.
Aunt Zhao's beautiful legs were porcelain white, but after sliding on the stockings, they carried a unique allure.
