Chen Yaning had already come to the chair, but she was a bit torn inside.
Should she take off her shoes and go up again?
But when she thought of the man next to her, she thought that it would be too embarrassing.
She didn't know that if Lao Luo knew what she was thinking, he wouldn't let her take off her shoes.
While she was hesitating, she heard Lao Luo urging her, "Go on!"
Chen Yaning was urged to do so, her face flushed with a hint of blush, and she began to try to lift her leg up, but she felt a bit overwhelmed and couldn't reach it.
Old Luo suggested: "You hold on to the back of the chair, raise your legs a little higher, and you can go up with the force."
"Good."
Chen Yaning was obedient and put her hands on the short backrest of the chair.
This turned her posture into a very strange movement.
Old Luo saw her bending over and holding onto the chair, the image was simply a behind-the-back entrance.
In an instant, Lao Luo was instantly filled with blood, and his eyes were dead set on the wrap-around skirt, the firm buttocks were tightly wrapped, outlining a peach-like shape.
And Chen Yaning's two jade legs want to step on the chair, also slightly opened.
Her head of hair was naturally hanging down, and at this time, one could clearly smell the gust of fragrance coming from between the strands of that hair.
Because the hair covered both sides of the line of sight, so she could not see the old Luo's gaze.
At this moment, Lao Luo's eyes are dead on the pair of black lace lace stockings, watching intently, the crotch of the pants has been propped up as if it is going to split open.
The scene that he could not control was that Chen Yaning was continuing to try to lift her high leg, and with the pulling of the two legs up and down, the stockings covering her legs were slowly fading down.
Looking at the stockings slowly sliding down from the roots of his thighs, Lao Luo really wanted to directly reach over and give it a hand to Chen Yaning's calves.
He forced himself to hold back his rising desire and looked at the red fabric underneath the hip skirt, which was the place he wanted to touch day and night!
However, the more such moments, the more he should appreciate the feeling of being unable to stop.
After a few attempts, Chen Yaning finally stepped onto the chair.
