Wei Anning was startled and quickly grabbed the sides of the shopping cart, "Leng Youchen, what are you doing? Put me down quickly, it's not good if someone sees us."
It was almost midnight, and apart from the two of them, there were only two or three staff in the 24-hour supermarket working the night shift, so no one noticed them.
Leng Youchen pushed the shopping cart, frowning as he stared at her feet, "Don't wear such high heels in the future, it's not good for your health."
Wei Anning's feet swung restlessly. Thankfully, her skirt was long enough to prevent any exposure. She said, "Girls need to wear high heels to have charisma. Look at those runway models; who isn't wearing ten-inch heels? That's what beauty is."
Leng Youchen was not very convinced by her words, "Taking the risk of twisting your ankle is not called beauty, it's called clumsy."
Wei Anning glared at him, "You have no sense of romance. Do you know why foot binding was popular in ancient times?"
"Why?"
