She was not shy; she was just really unaccustomed. Xia Jinyuan, who walked over, squatted halfway in front of Ye Jian and looked down at her bare feet. Then, he stretched out a finger and poked her pale and tender instep lightly. He laughed and said, “Still look good, not ugly at all.” Women and men were different. Women’s hands ...
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