“You…” The cheongsam beauty looked at him with her uniquely charming gaze and said, “Didn’t you see me fall? Aren’t you going to help me up?” “Oh, right!” Ye Fengyun scratched his head, muttered a word, and then walked over to the side of the cheongsam beauty, gently extending his hand. The cheongsam beauty grabbed Ye Fengyun’s hand… When Ye Fengyun’s hand touched the beauty’s hand, there was an instant sensation of being electrocuted. Smooth, soft. The cheongsam beauty grabbed Ye Fengyun’s hand, and just as she was about to get up, she let out an “Ouch!” and fell again. Ye Fengyun, quick-handed and sharp-eyed, hurriedly supported her waist. The touch was elastic and soft, a feeling that was simply… Even the body of Widow Li didn’t feel like this. The cheongsam beauty was supported by Ye Fengyun, and her hand subconsciously hugged his arm. Just like that, her pair of firm and elastic… pressed against Ye Fengyun’s arm. Ye Fengyun’s eyes widened, this touch, this elasticity, this softness, this contour… “Little handsome man, I sprained my ankle, I can’t walk,” the cheongsam beauty said plaintively. “Well, you sprained your ankle, let me help you with the bone setting,” Ye Fengyun quickly said. “Ah? You know how to set bones?” The beauty was surprised. “Yes.” Ye Fengyun nodded, then took off his clothes and placed them on the ground, saying, “Sit on my clothes, I’ll help you set your ankle.” “Wow! You’re so considerate. But, is it okay like this?”

The cheongsam beauty's eyes shone with gratitude as she saw how considerate Ye Fengyun was, and she smiled. "It's nothing, please have a seat," Ye Fengyun said, scratching his head with a smile. "Thank you," the cheongsam beauty replied with a laugh, her full buttocks settling onto Ye Fengyun's clothes. Ye Fengyun's gaze then fell upon the beauty's small white feet, wrapped in flesh-colored stockings. The woman's feet were beautiful and delicate, especially enticing when covered by the stockings. Seeing Ye Fengyun staring at her feet, a smug smile appeared on the woman's lips. "Well, I need to reset your bone later, which will require touching your feet. I hope you don't mind," Ye Fengyun said. "It's okay." "Also, I need to tear open your... stockings." "Ah? You little rascal, do you want to tear off sister's stockings?" The cheongsam lady raised her eyebrows, speaking shyly. "..." "Sister, you misunderstood, I only need to tear the ones on your feet, not the rest." "Pfft! I thought you were going to tear them all off," the cheongsam beauty giggled like silver bells. "Cough..." Ye Fengyun's face turned red, thinking that this woman was even more flirtatious than Widow Li. "Alright, go ahead and tear them. Be a bit rough!" the cheongsam beauty said with a coquettish laugh. Her words were full of innuendo, leaving Ye Fengyun feeling a bit dry in the mouth. "Okay, then I'll tear them."

As Ye Fengyun spoke, he reached out his hand and grabbed the small foot of the cheongsam beauty, which was wrapped in strands of flesh. The moment Ye Fengyun touched that small foot, his hand immediately felt a slippery, soft sensation. "Mmm..." Even the cheongsam beauty couldn't help but let out a soft moan when Ye Fengyun grabbed her foot, a sound that was tingling and full of temptation, very intriguing. Ye Fengyun was also shaken by this moan, and couldn't help but swallow saliva. Who could withstand this?