Helpless in the face of it, Jiang Feng couldn't refuse Murong Qian's request, so he had no choice but to take that soft, fair, delicate little foot of hers, as flawless as a piece of uncut jade, into his hand, place it on his thigh, and start kneading and massaging it.
Murong Qian's face suddenly flushed red again. She lowered her eyes to look at Jiang Feng, inwardly so shy she couldn't help herself, yet at the same time feeling a strange sense of satisfaction.
After Jiang Feng finished massaging one, he grabbed Murong Qian's other little foot as well. With both hands working at once like this, the sudden double assault made it even harder for Murong Qian to take.
"Well? How's that, is the pressure okay?"
Jiang Feng forced himself not to look at Murong Qian's stunningly beautiful face. His fingers kept working, pressing several acupoints on her sole in succession.
"Ah…"
