Song Qingshu placed Tianshan Tonglao's foot on his thigh. Since she was petite as a little girl, her foot was likewise exquisitely small. Combined with her jade-white skin, it felt as though he were holding a piece of finest mutton-fat jade.
What the hell? I'm actually captivated by an old woman's foot... Song Qingshu could not help despising himself. He tried his utmost to remind himself of her age and shift his attention away, but no matter how he numbed himself, he had to admit that her foot was beautiful.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Seeing that he had not moved for so long and was staring fixedly at her foot, Tianshan Tonglao flared up.
"I'm just considering which treatment would be best for promoting circulation and dispersing the bruising." Song Qingshu was no longer the inexperienced youth he had once been, so naturally he did not show any embarrassment before her. Without blushing or skipping a beat, he calmly made up nonsense.
Hearing him say that, Tianshan Tonglao found it difficult to press the matter further. Still, she had always guarded her chastity like jade and had never been in such close contact with a man, much less had her foot held in his hand.
Feeling the warmth from his palm, Tianshan Tonglao suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken. The sensation startled her, and she thought there was something wrong with her cultivation technique. She hurriedly checked herself for quite some time, only to find no abnormalities. Then she realized that she was merely feeling shy.
That realization made her even more irritated. She was actually blushing in front of some young brat. If word got out, how could the mighty Tianshan Tonglao ever face anyone again?
Song Qingshu naturally had no idea of the complicated thoughts running through her