On a stone bench along the street, Ye Hua sat with a bashful expression, her cheeks flushed like ripe apples.
She held her hands lightly over her face, as if trying to hide the blush that had risen from her embarrassment.
"Junior brother, stop it! There are so many people watching. I can do it myself!"
Ye Hua's voice was soft and lilting, with a hint of reproach.
Her gaze wandered, not daring to meet Ying Ming Hao's eyes. She had noticed the strange looks everyone around them was casting their way, and she was so mortified that she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
Ying Ming Hao, however, paid no attention to the surrounding gazes. His tone was firm and commanding.
"Stop moving. This will get it done faster!"
Before his words had even faded, he reached out with both hands without allowing any argument and gently removed Ye Hua's dainty white shoe.
Then Ying Ming Hao carefully slipped off Ye Hua's white sock, which was already rather dirty.
When his fingers touched her little foot, white as jade, a strange sensation instantly spread through Ye Hua's whole body, making her heart beat a little faster despite herself.
Ye Hua's slender body trembled slightly. Her wide eyes darted everywhere, but she did not dare lower her head to look at her own foot.
Her heart was filled with shyness and nervousness, as though the whole world had shrunk to Ying Ming Hao and the movements of his hands.
Ying Ming Hao carefully inspected Ye Hua's little foot. Only after making sure it was clean did he take a brand-new white sock with a bow from his pocket and gently put it on her.
"How is it? Does it fit?"
Ying Ming Hao