Transmigration: Sun Shangxiang's Long Legs in Black Stockings from the Start

"Where did this lecher come from!" A delicate scolding, colored by the soft Wu dialect of Jiangnan, fell with the rain. Zhang Ke lifted his head and met a pair of phoenix eyes brimming with anger. Raindrops slid down the pearl tassels by the woman's temples, gathering into sparkling beads of water at her collarbones. The soft whip coiled around her waist was still trembling faintly. Beneath her black silk stockings, the taut lines of her calf muscles appeared and disappeared as she leaned forward.