Yu Xiaoyan's feet were small and delicate, her skin fair and smooth. Perhaps because they had just been soaked in the Cold Spring, they were cool and slick to the touch, like holding a piece of Soft Jade.
"Master, you have to give your little master's feet a good massage, oh! Make sure you get every single toe.
Whatever service Mistress receives, that's the service you have to give your little master—or even better."
Yu Xiaoyan stretched her feet, her ten pearl-like toes fanning out and wiggling like flowers in the wind, looking exceptionally nimble and cute.
Pei Yuhang began the massage with a deadpan expression. His technique was truly exquisite. After gripping her unruly, wriggling feet, he precisely massaged each and every acupoint.
He even used non-aggressive Sword Qi to stimulate them more deeply, making Yu Xiaoyan feel ticklish one moment and achy the next.
