He placed Rong Xingyu's foot on his own bent leg, his movements gentle as he helped him put on the socks.
With Ding Yixin holding his ankle, the warmth clearly transferred from the close contact of their skin.
Rong Xingyu felt a ticklish sensation and couldn't help letting out a soft giggle.
"It tickles…" he complained gently, his voice carrying a hint of coquettishness.
Rong Xingyu subconsciously tried to pull his foot back.
But it had only moved a little before Ding Yixin caught it again.
Rong Xingyu's foot was now covered in creamy white wool sock.
When resting on Ding Yixin's dark military trousers, it's faintly exuding an indescribable sense of intimacy.
Ding Yixin's eyes darkened a few degrees.
Yet the little mermaid didn't notice anything at all.
He even rubbed his foot lightly against Ding Yixin's leg twice as if acting spoiled.
"Alright," Rong Xingyu smiled at Ding Yixin in a somewhat ingratiating way. "The socks are on now, don't be unhappy anymore, okay?"
