Being hoisted up by Tang Feng, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but feel suspicious.
She lowered her head and suddenly realized that her skirt was draped over Tang Feng's head.
That is to say, Tang Feng had seen everything under her skirt.
Now Tang Feng had paused, probably captivated by the view under her skirt.
At this thought, she let out a little whine.
Her body turned to mush, and her fair face flushed a deep red.
This jerk, he wouldn't get any dirty ideas and take advantage of me, would he? Could he push me down and force himself on me?
These thoughts raced through her mind.
But for some reason, there wasn't a hint of fear in her heart.
Underneath the skirt, Tang Feng swallowed hard as he gazed at the beautiful sight.
This was his first time observing the scenery under a girl's skirt from such an angle.
The rounded protrusion, that sliver of a gap—it was truly a tantalizing view that made one itch to lift the fabric and discover what lay beneath.