Rustle...
In the flickering candlelight, Lu Jin'an, crouching on the ground, held Pei Wanyu's silky gray jade foot, who was sitting on the edge of the bed.
His large hands traced down from the ankle wrapped in gray silk, finally cradling the misty gray, round heel like a pebble in his palm.
Pei Wanyu couldn't help but retract her neatly arranged toes slightly, the tension of her foot revealed a bone-like beauty amidst her sensual curves.
Lu Jin'an instinctively grasped her ankle.
To him, a woman's ankle was quite seductive due to its allure.
Sitting on the bed's edge, Pei Wanyu lightly bit her red lips, watching her treasured disciple play with her silky gray jade foot. A sudden impulse surged in her mind: to press her foot against his face!
This feeling was unexplainable, much like when she had him lied down on the floor before, and then stepped on him with her black silk stockings like a little snake.
