"You're already getting busy this early?"
The next morning, Lu Liang leaned against the headboard, his eyes full of appreciation as he watched the beauty dress.
Wang Chuting came out of the bathroom after her shower, wrapped in a towel and walking barefoot on the carpet.
She took out a pair of newly unwrapped silk stockings, folded them neatly, slipped them onto her toes, and slowly pulled them up.
Her graceful movements were a delight to the eye; of all the girls Lu Liang knew, Wang Chuting was the one who loved stockings the most.
Particularly fond of flesh-toned ones, and made of high-quality material that could ladder from a gentle tug, unlike some inferior nylon stockings that felt plasticky and wouldn't tear.
"Today, our department is responsible for recording six exhibition halls," Wang Chuting said as she applied a BB cream and then a light-colored lipstick.
