Xuan Ying had been in the border for three years without a single female mosquito by his side. He had long forgotten what it was like to be a woman. How could he stand her initiative?
Young Master Hua sat beside him, but it was covered by a long lace tablecloth. Xuan Ying reached out with his large palm and grabbed her little foot.
Xia Ling was so angry that she teased him. She did not know that he had grabbed her little foot directly.
His rough palm caressed her delicate ankles and placed her little foot on his sturdy thigh as if it was a treasure.
Now that the two of them were sitting diagonally, her little foot was grabbed. This movement was very difficult, but she was a dancer. When she was dancing on the pole just now, she could split her foot into a split. This movement was very difficult for other girls, but for her, it was too easy.
Xuan Ying’s ink-black eyes were a little red.
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