Qin Chuan half-squatted in front of Shi Qing, reaching out to cup her jade feet.
The sheer black stockings clung to her delicate skin, unable to conceal her snow-fair complexion.
Her jade-like feet were a perfect handful, with purple nail polish faintly visible on her toenails.
Five rosy toes, slender yet plump, like five little white radishes, pink and charmingly attractive.
Among all the women Qin Chuan had seen, her feet were the most beautiful.
Despite wearing high heels all morning, there wasn't a hint of odor, clearly showing Shi Qing's attention to personal hygiene.
"What, is there a smell?"
Shi Qing crossed her arms, visibly displeased with Qin Chuan's hesitant expression.
Qin Chuan deliberately wrinkled his nose, showing a disgusted look, and intentionally turned his face to the side: "What do you think, maybe you should wash them first."
"Nonsense, my feet don't smell at all." Shi Qing retorted with a stern expression.
"No smell?"
