Luo Xiaoqian still hadn't figured out what he was trying to do when Leng Zimo had already lifted one of her feet into his hands and slipped off her high heel.
"You… what are you doing?"
Luo Xiaoqian was startled and instinctively tried to pull back the foot Leng Zimo was holding.
"Shh!" Leng Zimo raised a finger to his lips, signaling her to keep quiet. His eyes, laced with a smile, lifted to her. "Don't be scared, I just want to help you change into a more comfortable pair of shoes."
"I…" Luo Xiaoqian's pretty little face flushed red as she whispered, "I can do it myself."
"It's fine." Leng Zimo said with a smile, cupping her small foot. "I've done this for you more times than I can count."
His palm held her delicate foot with just the right amount of pressure. Luo Xiaoqian's face grew even redder, and her heart started pounding faster and faster.
A man was actually half-kneeling on the ground to put her shoes on?!
