Li Peifeng brought Wu Wenyue back to the master bedroom and had her lean against the headboard, then began examining her feet.
Wu Wenyue's feet, like her skin tone, were not very fair, resembling the warm, fleshy yellow of Hetian jade. They felt warmer and smoother to the touch than Xu Manning's.
They were longer and the arch more pronounced than Xu Manning's, resembling a crescent moon, suggesting better athletic ability and a stronger sense of energy and vitality.
Li Peifeng gently stroked the artery on the instep, clearly feeling the pulse caused by the blood flow.
"Are you going to massage or not?" Wu Wenyue felt an itch and instinctively retracted her foot, glaring angrily, "If not, I'll go back to sleep."
"What's the rush?"
Li Peifeng sat on the bed, smiling as he placed her foot on his leg, suddenly recalling a poem: "Three feet of spring clouds lightly in hand, a crescent moon over shallow waves."
