Feng Qing's feet were slender, and the arch of her instep was perfect. Her toes were even fair and delicate, and every nail was suffused with a hint of pink, making one want to bite them. When the man wiped her feet, not only did he not feel that they were dirty, but he also felt like he couldn't bear to part with them. He felt that he could play with such beautiful feet for the rest of his life.
When the man was wiping his feet, Feng Qing's gaze landed on the gap in the man's open collar. This man had only been out for two hours, but he had actually changed his clothes. Xie Jiuhan had changed his clothes. He was dressed differently than when he went out just now. He was wearing a black shirt with a slightly wide collar. When he lowered his head, Feng Qing saw a bruise on the man's chest.
