With her delicate foot being held and massaged by a guy, Sun Qianyue would have had to be made of stone not to feel shy. Her feet were slightly cool, while his hands were warm, and through the transfer of heat, an ambiguous atmosphere began to spread between them in the air.
Yet Liu Chuanfeng showed no sign of trying to take advantage of her. Instead, he just squatted right there, kneading her foot with absolute solemnity, looking precisely like a professional masseur on the clock, occasionally even giving the sole of her foot a gentle nudge—altogether looking thoroughly professional.
The effects of these professional techniques traveled through the soles of her feet straight to Sun Qianyue's brain. The sensation was wonderfully strange—a bit painful, but somehow extremely comfortable. Combined with Liu Chuanfeng's resolute and serious expression, an indescribable joy blossomed in her heart.
Chapter 142