The shy goddess of the underworld's mind instantly crashed, while the air trapped in her chest turned into unbearably strained gasps. "Qian... Qianyi..."
"Take off your shoes," Qianyi said.
"Mm..." Ele blushed, her gaze darting away as she dared not look at him. She could only lower her head and obediently bend down, fumbling to undo the buckles of her high heels.
—Click.
The two golden stilettos were kicked aside.
Qianyi's hand naturally closed around one of her ankles. With a slight exertion of force, he lifted her foot and casually rested it on his thigh.
Ele's feet were beautifully shaped and well-proportioned. Whether it was an innate trait of a goddess or because she had lived in the sunless underworld for so long with little exposure to sunlight, they were so fair and immaculate that not a trace of imperfection could be seen. Even the pale blue veins beneath her skin were faintly visible. To describe them in the rhetoric of Gou Wu, they were white as scallions, smooth as jade.
Qianyi gently stroked her foot with his thumb and found that her toes were not as "delicate and fragile" as one might expect of a sheltered young lady. They were slightly firm to the touch, with a little hardness to them; it was clear she had not neglected exercise. Moreover, she had barely left any long toenails, making her toes all the more pleasing to the eye.
Thanks to her being the underworld goddess who presided over death, even after walking through every street and alley of Snowfield City today, she had not picked up any bothersome odors. After all, any microorganisms that came near her died immediately.
Perhaps for that very reason, aside from the faintest scent of sweat, her feet also carried a barely perceptible sweetness,