Zhang Yang took off Xia Xue's socks and gave her a foot massage.
Women who are good at dancing have even soft feet.
Zhang Yang lovingly played with them, making Xia Xue feel ticklish, yet she dared not show it. Any slight movement, and Xiao Man would notice.
At this moment, Xia Xue's tiny feet wanted to escape Zhang Yang's palm, but it was impossible.
Zhang Yang, this troublemaker, really doesn't let people rest easy. How could he be so bold? What if Xiao Man finds out?
Just then, Xiao Man suddenly asked, "Cousin, why is your face getting redder?"
Xia Xue felt guilty immediately and then sheepishly said, "Is it red? It shouldn't be. I don't feel my face warming up. Maybe I was just nervous from dancing earlier, and it hasn't worn off yet."
Hearing this reason, Xiao Man did not probe further and just continued chatting with Xia Xue.
Somehow, the conversation turned to a rather ambiguous topic.
Only then did Xiao Man learn that Xia Xue's boyfriend had already died.
