In the private room.
Sun Zhe walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to draw the sheer curtains, then returned and knelt before Lin Miao's wheelchair. After receiving her permission, he lifted her long, sheer mesh skirt to her thighs.
Kneeling there, the flick of the skirt gave him a perfect view of the mysterious little mound between her legs. He was also shocked to discover that her tights were crotchless, likely for convenience. Deep within the folds of her skirt, the delicate lace fabric was completely unable to conceal the lush thatch of hair beneath.
Sun Zhe swallowed hard, quickly averting his gaze and glancing up at Lin Miao's face. He could hardly imagine how enchanting her figure would be if her legs weren't disabled and she could stand up.
At that moment, Lin Miao seemed to realize she had been exposed. She instinctively pressed her legs together, a blush rising on her lovely cheeks, but she maintained her calm, gentle, and graceful demeanor.
