Lan Peizhi laughed wantonly, and Jiang Chen was certain that he had never seen this kind of smile on her before.
Of course.
No other man probably has either.
Upon realizing what he had just downed, it seemed to taste even richer in retrospect.
Jiang Chen looked down at her delicate little feet, estimating they were size 36?
Size didn't seem to matter.
"Take off your shoes."
He said.
Lan Peizhi couldn't stop smiling, ignoring him entirely with no intention to stop.
The more she thought about it, the funnier it seemed.
Drinking his own footbath water, hahaha...
The rustic recluse, the vicious harpy, the ordinary woman who couldn't control her giggles—perhaps they were all one and the same.
Seeing her ignore him, Jiang Chen, who had been repeatedly humiliated tonight, took action himself, squatting down and reaching out to touch those white canvas shoes.
An intense gaze immediately fixed on him.
"I want to see if you have athlete's foot."
Jiang Chen explained.
