"Massage therapy? When did you learn that skill?" Qingxue was stunned, her face full of doubt. After all, it was a skill she could hardly associate with Xia Liang.
"That's right. I learned it systematically a while ago, and I think I'm pretty good," he replied.
Seeing the determination in Xia Liang's eyes, she thought about it and nodded in agreement. "Well… okay then."
The main reason she agreed was that Xia Liang had already shown some impressive skills today. It was only then that Qingxue realized he wasn't just a handsome face; he might be hiding many other talents.
"Then just watch me."
Having gotten her consent, Xia Liang immediately crouched down. He took Qingxue's slender, jade-like feet in his hands and gently removed her shoes and socks.
What met his eyes were delicate feet, as perfect as white jade. Her toes were slender and flawless, except for her ankle, which was red and severely swollen. No wonder she could barely walk, even with support.
