"It's the same sentence, as long as you are willing to collect the body for me." Xiang Yutian replied decisively.
"..."
Jiang Weiyi found that she could no longer talk to him. No matter what Xiang Yutian became, she couldn't resist him.
Xiang Yutian lowered his eyes and looked down at her slender calves, a pair of jade feet soaked in rose water. Her skin was as white as jade, which complemented the red petals, revealing a beauty that could make a man fatal.
This woman is his.
Everything is his, he has found it.
Xiang Yutian raised the corners of his lips evilly, lifted her feet from the water with one hand, picked up the clean towel on the sofa with the other hand, and concentrated on wiping off the water stains on her feet, bit by bit.
.
Her feet are very beautiful, slender, with round toes and smooth skin like silk.
"My Miaomiao and even my feet are a work of art." Xiang Yutian admired her bare feet with an indescribable sense of contentment in his tone.
Her beautiful feet are also his, they are all his.
"Are you still a foot fetishist?"
Jiang Weiwei said coldly and wanted to take his foot back, but Xiang Yutian held it firmly.
The heat in his palm burned her feet.
"Don't worry, I'm reluctant to soak your feet in formalin."
Xiang Yutian smiled evilly, and caressed her toes ambiguously with his fingertips, slowly caressing along the instep of her feet, moving along her ankles and up her bare calves, looking possessively at her face and the tip of her nose.
Close to her ankles, greedily absorbing the fragrance of her body...
A numbing feeling quickly spread throughout Jiang Youyi's whole body.
In the claustrophobic ward, the heat in the basin was radiating, and lustful lingering flowed around the white sheets and around the sight between the two of them.
"Let go."
Jiang Weiwei grabbed the sheets under his body and was about to kick him over when he heard a frizzy voice coming from outside.
"Master Xiang, I found out who is chasing you. He is planning to snatch the Hong Kong goods from us..."
Lone Ying shouted as he pushed the door open and walked in. He saw Xiang Yutian's lips almost kissing Jiang Weiwei's feet. He was dumbfounded and continued stammering, "The Beiye Club... Well, it's nothing to do with me, I
Let’s go down first.”
Wow, kiss your feet.
So fragrant and hot.
"Stop!" Xiang Yutian said displeasedly, put down Jiang Weiwei's pants and put her feet back into the quilt.
"Master Xiang."
Lone Eagle immediately stood up straight and wanted to bury his head on the ground.
Dead...
"Go get me some water," Xiang Yutian said.
"ah?"
"Are you having trouble hearing recently?" Xiang Yutian was sullen, with a murderous look in his eyes.
"I'll do it right away." Gu Ying didn't dare to doubt anything anymore, so he hurriedly jumped into the bathroom, quickly brought out a basin of water, and brought it to Xiang Yutian respectfully.
Jiang Weiwei sat back on the bed and saw Xiang Yutian twisting a towel in the water and wiping his face carefully and elegantly.
It was a face that had been splashed with foot-washing water.
He probably cursed the Three-Character Sutra in his heart, which made the mysophobic depressed him to death.
Jiang Wei was secretly happy, but when he saw the scars on his arms and the casts on his legs, he couldn't be happy again. He took off the quilt and lay down, forcing himself not to think about messy things.
"Master Xiang, I'm going down first." Seeing that Xiang Yutian had washed his face, Gu Ying took his leave knowing the current situation.
"Is this the Kitano Club?"
Xiang Yutian put down his rolled-up sleeves as he spoke, his tone was as normal as a chat.