"Take off your shoes." Otoya spoke in a good-natured voice while suppressing his temper.
"Trouble!" He is not so meticulous in these aspects, and he doesn't like to stick to details. It can be said that Fu Lingzhi's cultivation is not used in these trivial matters.
But Otoya hates this about him very much. She thinks that a person's quality can be seen from these trivial things.
Fu Lingzhi patiently bent over, and when he lowered his head, he saw her porcelain-like transparent feet, sticking bare to the wooden floor. Her five fingers were round and cute, and her little toes were even slightly raised. She didn't like that.
Women who dress up never put colorful khaki on their toenails.
Her feet were petite, narrow, and thin, which made him wonder whether such thin feet were for viewing or for walking.
His eyes softened, and he knelt down to take a pair of women's slippers from the shoe cabinet next to him, lifted her feet, and put them on one by one.
Otoya blushed. He was in such a hurry to get down just now that he forgot to put on his shoes. The top of his head was shiny and black, and his short hair was still cold and stiff, but now he looked a little gentler.
After putting on her shoes and taking off his own leather shoes, he walked in, sunk his heavy body into the sofa, raised his head and said nothing.
Otoya walked over and said, "Go upstairs and change clothes."
He half-closed his eyes, his thick and long eyelashes covering his pupils, "Rub your temples for me. It's been special training every day for a while. I'm almost exhausted."
Otoya walked up behind him and rubbed it gently, the dimples on his face showing. When had Fu Lingzhi taken the initiative to tell her about the army?
He was telling her in a roundabout way that he hadn't gone out to fool around for a while. He was such a tough talker!
After a while, he sighed comfortably, got up and walked upstairs. She followed.
"Want to take a shower? I've already put the water in." Yinmi walked out of the bathroom, and Fu Lingzhi was rummaging around in the cloakroom.
"I just came back after being washed in the army. Didn't you prepare any clothes for me?" He was so tall that he was almost taller than the closet. He was holding several pieces of clothes in his hand, all of which Otoya had just ironed.
Otoya walked over and took the clothes from his hand, stretched them out carefully before putting them back in. He pointed to the set on the bed and said, "That's it."
Fu Lingzhi looked slightly embarrassed and took off his clothes as he walked. Yinmi followed behind and picked them up. The military uniforms were hung up and the underwear was put in categories.
After doing this, she walked to her dressing room, took off her coat and started to change clothes.
She stretched her hand back, but she couldn't get the bra off. Otoya grabbed the secret button and tried to untie it, but she couldn't get it off. She pulled hard again, but it still didn't work.
There was a pile of sweat under her bangs. She simply closed her eyes and pulled hard. A pair of cold and dry hands suddenly appeared behind her, covering her stiff fingers and untying them in a flash.
Otomi looked up and saw Fu Lingzhi standing aside with great interest. She wondered if he had worked for many women before, so he was so familiar with it.
He has a straight figure and deep outlines. The black suit makes his waist slender, his profile slender, and his skin is as fair as ever. The white on him does not create the illusion of a pretty face, but makes him even more handsome and charming.
He had no intention of leaving, and Otoya didn't care either. He was busy with his own business, and it wasn't like he hadn't seen him anyway.
Fu Lingzhi snatched the pink disc from her hand and frowned, "What is this?"