Natasha first felt a chill and was stunned when she realized I had lifted her skirt. Then, seeing my hand reaching inside her panties, she closed her legs quickly, trapping my hand.
Natasha glared at me angrily, her face turning red.
Honestly, Natasha looked so beautiful at that moment, with a hint of shyness and cuteness. Her clear, bright eyes sparkled with displeasure, yet seemed to possess an indescribable charm. Although there was discontent in her eyes, I could tell there was no longer the previous annoyance.
I couldn't help but stare in a daze, murmuring, "You're so beautiful."
Hearing this, Natasha first smiled, then pretended to be expressionless, stomped on my foot, and cursed, "Are you crazy? Stop fooling around."
With lingering resentment, Natasha punched me ligh
