Liu Haoyu, who was examining the red embroidered shoes, also felt two extremely intense gazes.
He raised his head and immediately saw Deng Xiaolin. Before he could speak, Deng Xiaolin spoke first.
"Brother Hao..."
Deng Xiaolin said, exasperated, "If you really can't manage, just ask me. It's not like I won't give them to you."
"What the hell?" Liu Haoyu was a little confused. "Why would I want your shoes?"
"Release your stress and be yourself again."
"...?"
At that, Deng Xiaolin's face flushed slightly.
Qin Liu's forehead was covered in black lines, and she silently took a step back.
Was this really something I should be hearing?
"Whether it's shoes or white stockings or anything else, as long as you say the word, Brother Hao... I can do it all."
Oh no... Should I hurry and take the red embroidered shoes down from the shrine?
Qin Liu's surprise was written all over her face, but after looking Deng Xiaolin up and down, Liu Haoyu said,
"No."
"Why?!"
That made Deng Xiaolin's eyes widen completely.
She felt that her looks were pretty good too. Even if she couldn't score ninety points, she should at least have eighty. She had plenty of admirers at school.
So why did she seem completely worthless in Brother Hao's eyes?
In response, Liu Haoyu's gaze fell on Deng Xiaolin's legs, and he gave his answer.
"Your feet smell."
Oh my god... Was this man some kind of super invincible titanium-alloy steel-reinforced straight man?
Qin Liu's gaze seemed to have completely broken down.
By then, she had already retreated far outside the room, as though some terrifying beast were inside.
Come to think of it, perhaps because she was dead, she didn't sweat, so her feet actually didn't smell...
Wait, why do I care about this?