Xu Qingfan sat on the sofa waiting for Zhang Chunxue to put away her clothes. When she came out, she had changed into a white shirt and dress pants.
Since she wasn't wearing a pencil skirt, she naturally wasn't wearing stockings either.
Xu Qingfan handed her a peeled apple, unbroken from top to bottom. The way he peeled it with the fruit knife was quite dashing.
"Having an apple after waking up is refreshing."
Zhang Chunxue sat half a meter away from Xu Qingfan, reached out to take the apple: "Mm, thank you, Qingfan."
"Auntie, put your feet on my thigh, I'll give you a massage." Xu Qingfan patted his thigh.
"Okay." Zhang Chunxue took off her slippers, placed her legs on his thigh, and took small bites of the apple, her gaze continuously on the TV screen.
"Hiss~" Zhang Chunxue furrowed her pretty brows, elegance lasting less than three seconds because Xu Qingfan rudely attacked her Yongquan point from the start.
