Yi Qingchen took a deep breath and cursed in her heart: "You said you are so desperate, why do you have to come to me at this time? Damn, I'm afraid my ankle bones will be broken by the kick!" Bai Zimo naturally didn't know.
She was 'greeting' him in her mind. She stretched out a hand, held her foot, and kneaded it gently. No matter how generous and nonchalant Yi Qingchen was, she couldn't help it now that her foot was in his hand.
Her face turned red. She felt that the area where he had kneaded her was numb, painful, itchy, and hot... The numbness, pain, itching, and heat formed a line and penetrated straight down the soles of her feet.
She felt indescribably comfortable in her bones... Her face suddenly turned red. She wanted to push him away, but she seemed unwilling to push him away. Under the light, her big face was like a bright red apple.
Bai Zimo's eyes flashed with a strange light that was as hot as fire, and the fingertips that were massaging her trembled slightly. Yi Qingchen seemed to have noticed something was wrong. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn't use the strength... she said in a trembling voice.
: "You... are fine, I'm fine, let go... let go..." Bai Zimo's eyes seemed to have light surging through the layers, and his smile seemed to have great magic power, and his lips were almost touching.
On Yi Qingchen's face: "Do you really want me to let you go?" "I, I..." Yi Qingchen already felt something was wrong. She wanted to jump up and leave, but her body seemed to be possessed by a demon.
, did not listen to his orders at all, and actually slowly leaned towards Bai Zimo's arms. "Hey, what are you doing?!" A sudden sharp voice suddenly sounded, and a strange-looking child jumped with a thud.
Come in. It's He Shouwu! Bai Zimo was slightly startled and stopped for a moment. As soon as he stopped, the magic power caused by Yi Qingchen disappeared immediately. Yi Qingchen was ashamed and angry. She didn't care about the pain in her feet and jumped up.
He got up and said angrily: "You... what kind of magic did you use on me?" Bai Zimo seemed to be confused: "What magic? Didn't I just massage your sore feet? How do you feel?
"Is the pain less?" Damn, is this guy pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?! Yi Qingchen looked at him suspiciously, but felt that the swelling on his feet had subsided a lot and the pain was much lighter.