Zhao Xinmei's face turned beet red upon hearing those words.
Grinding her teeth, she said, "Chen Bin! I'm warning you, you better not go too far!"
In face of her delicate reprimand, Chen Bin simply wouldn't listen.
Leaning close to Zhao Xinmei's ear, he continued, "You're already wet, why won't you let me take them off?"
"Are you asking for a beating? Get off me now!"
While speaking, Zhao Xinmei began to forcefully push Chen Bin away.
But with that little strength of hers, how could she possibly push Chen Bin?
As he was getting ready to help her take off her panties, he suddenly realized that Zhao Xinmei was wearing pantyhose, making it impossible to directly remove the panties.
Hence, Chen Bin reached for the waistband of the pantyhose and slowly pulled it down.
Zhao Xinmei, frightened, hurriedly clamped her legs together, pressing her body against the bed.
After all the struggle, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead.
