Yan Huan swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked down...
Only to see Ye Shiyu had already taken off her slippers, her feet quite shyly tangled together.
Then, bit by bit, they reached toward Yan Huan's legs.
"..."
Yet for some reason, the muscles in Yan Huan's legs stiffened slightly.
It wasn't until the warm, distinctly textured outline of those little feet completely pressed onto Yan Huan's muscles that he woke as if from a dream.
"Swish... swish swish..."
A light stepping sensation arrived, as Ye Shiyu gripped her chopsticks tightly, her feet gently treading on Yan Huan's muscles beneath the table.
From the calves, all the way up...
Heaven... is this Heaven...
Index finger, you've done...
"Yan Huan!! Don't fall for the modifier's sugar-coated bullets, Meow!!"
Just as Yan Huan was also tightly gripping his chopsticks, enjoying the sensation of Ye Shiyu's feet massaging him, a soft paw from Meow suddenly landed on his face, making his expression darken,
