Li Qianfan squatted down as he spoke and stretched out his hands, wanting to grab Lin Jingying's beautiful feet adorned with high heels.
But Lin Jingying swiftly withdrew her foot with a "whoosh."
"Your posture is wrong," Lin Jingying said.
"What's wrong with my posture? I'm just going to massage your feet, do I really need a proper posture for that?" Li Qianfan retorted, slightly annoyed.
"Kneel down to massage me," Lin Jingying said, her face blushing.
"You want me to kneel? No way, I refuse," Li Qianfan said without hesitation.
Lin Jingying added, "What I mean is, kneel on one knee, just... just like proposing."
"You sure demand a lot!" Li Qianfan said impatiently.
"Hurry up, stop dawdling," Lin Jingying urged.
Finally, Li Qianfan knelt on one knee, grabbing Lin Jingying's lovely feet with high heels and began to knead and massage them.
Lin Jingying's feet were petite and elegant, exquisitely beautiful, her smooth and thin black stockings exuding an overwhelming allure.
