Helplessness flashed in the man's eyes. He squatted down and reached out to help Qiao Nian take off her shoes.
"Don't." Qiao Nian wanted to retract her foot.
The man didn't speak. He just held Qiao Nian's foot stubbornly.
"Let go." Qiao Nian looked anxious.
"I didn't let go last time, and I won't do it again." The man knelt on one knee in front of Qiao Nian and looked up at her. His eyes were gentle, and his voice was hoarse, as if he was tugging at Qiao Nian's heartstrings.
Qiao Nian looked at him in surprise.
What did he mean by not letting go the last time?
Qiao Nian looked at the man in front of her in confusion. She seemed to have thought of something and said softly, "I…"
"Or are you lying to me again?"
Qiao Nian immediately gasped. When he was talking to her just now, he had already taken off her shoe, revealing her fair and flawless foot. His hand was holding her foot tightly.
This…
