His gaze swept over those pale tender feet, darkening a bit, then settled on her face.
Meeting his dark pupils, Qiao Mo froze, inexplicably feeling a bit guilty, uncomfortably shifting her gaze away, her toes gently curling as she planned to withdraw.
Really, she was so busy praising his skill, she forgot who he was...
The feet resting on his thighs gently retreated, seeming to feel shy.
His gaze landed back on her feet, reaching out to hold one of her small feet, gently playing with it.
Qiao Mo's cheeks reddened a bit, struggling to pull back.
"Didn't you say the feet too?" he spoke calmly, his voice unwavering.
He turned to sit sideways facing her on the sofa, lifting her toes with one large hand, and indeed began painting her nails.
Cobalt blue nail polish spread over her nails, making them appear even fairer, causing him to lose focus.
Her toes were round and plump, slightly fleshy, each one like green onion roots, emitting a lustrous glow.
