"Compared to a bra, I am more fascinated by Feifei's panties. But isn't it too hasty to go for the panties straight away?"
Young Master Yang looked quite torn.
After a while, Yang Gang clenched his right hand halfway and lightly tapped against his left palm, thinking: "Hmm, it's decided. No matter what, I am going to lose my dignity, so let's steal the panties!"
"Hey, you're over there grinning creepily, what are you thinking about?" Yang Fei spoke up.
"Don't disturb me, I'm doing something sacred!" Yang Gang put on a serious face.
Yang Gang's sudden solemnness scared the Goddess Feifei, who simply muttered 'Oh', and didn't dare disturb Yang Gang again.
Young Master Yang was staring at Yang Fei.
At first, Yang Fei sat upright, but the longer Yang Gang stared, the creepier she felt. Goosebumps broke out all over her body, she moved apprehensively to the edge of the sofa and plucked up her courage to say: "Um..."