Zhao Rong's face had just reached into the pitch-black bed, and even the morning light hadn't settled in yet when two steaming little feet came right at him.
Direct hit.
"You two!"
The painful spots were his forehead and his nose.
Zhao Rong covered his face which had charmed countless women.
"Hmph."
A cold snort came from Qing Jun under the covers.
Zhao Rong immediately dropped his hand, reached into the bed with both hands, and grabbed the two retreating slender feet.
"Did my two ladies hurt your feet? Let me rub them for you." He spoke seriously.
It seemed that someone's method of rubbing a lady's feet was extremely skilled and clever. Under the covers, Zhao Lingfei's already slightly hoarse voice carried a trembling undertone, "You annoying... let go."
Pretending not to hear, Zhao Rong was unwilling to let go as his large hands inside the bed savored every sensation:
After he grabbed the ankles,
