Smooth! So smooth! Incredibly smooth!
That was Nan Fusheng's first impression.
Xu Xiaoyan, on the other hand, felt completely different.
Feeling Nan Fusheng's large hands continuously stroke her foot in his palm, along with the faint strange sensation coming from it, Xu Xiaoyan instinctively curled her toes. Yet she did not pull away; her cute face had already flushed bright red.
Did this guy really like her feet that much?
She had been wearing these stockings since morning, and it was already noon. She had not washed up yet—what if there was a smell? She should have taken a bath first.
Then he gripped it.
It was small and soft, easily held in one hand, with plenty of room left over.
The little foot in its white stocking curled tightly, as though resisting the touch of his hand.
Xu Xiaoyan trembled, feeling goosebumps spread over her entire body as she became weak and limp.
Why did she react so strongly to this kind of touch?
"Fusheng." A misty sheen rose in Xu Xiaoyan's eyes as she gazed at him.
Seeing Xu Xiaoyan like this, Nan Fusheng could not help lowering his head toward her, her reflection beginning to fill his pupils.
Bang!
Just then, a door slammed shut with great force, followed by a series of crackling noises, as if someone were smashing things. Then footsteps sounded in the corridor.
It utterly ruined the intimate atmosphere between them. Hearing the footsteps outside, Xu Xiaoyan hurriedly pulled her little white-stockinged foot away, lifted the curtain, and returned to the girls' side.
Creak.
The door opened, and Xie Xie walked in, looking dusty and dejected, his face full of despair.
"What happened to you? Why do you look like you have lost the will to live?" Nan Fusheng asked irritably. They had