Arlo Seys stared at Ariel Morris's face for a while, his eyes deep, without speaking.
"Arlo, I really want to..."
Before the word 'you' was finished, the tall body of Arlo Seys suddenly squatted down, lifted her foot, and took off Ariel Morris's high heels.
While Ariel Morris was still surprised, Arlo Seys's slender, fair, and knuckled fingers had already grasped Ariel Morris's ankle, massaging her.
His movements were very gentle, carefully and tenderly massaging her as if he were protecting a treasure.
Without stopping his hand movements, his faint thin lips parted slightly, "Don't wear such high heels in the future, it tortures you and tires you out."
Ariel Morris's eyes suddenly became very sore.
She wore high heels to negotiate with businessmen alongside her brother, maintaining a smile on her face, nobody knew or noticed her foot pain, not even her brother realized.
But Arlo noticed it as soon as he appeared....
