Luna

Luna was sitting on the tan leather sofa, and her two thighs in black knee-high socks were folded together, swaying up and down, making the milky skin between the cuffs of those socks and her denim hot pants look unusually eye-catching.

Though still a little tender due to her age, her long, slender legs and slim proportions bode well for her future.

It was just that the anxious and weird expression on her face, as well as the constant tapping of her fingers on the table, revealed that she was not at peace at this time.

The reason, of course, was the two people in the seat opposite of hers.

In all fairness, as a young girl who was still in puberty, it was not incomprehensible for her to be curious about sex, especially since she herself was the kind of girl whose face value was not low, whose figure was good. She also often received confessions from her male classmates at school, and those same classmates often gawked at her.