"Uh..." Xiao Mo trailed off, hesitating. "I'd have to touch your foot. I'm afraid that's... not appropriate..."
"If it's you, it's fine." Tushan Jing Ci's face flushed slightly, her voice barely a whisper. "Please, hurry... You can't just stand there and watch me die from this poison. You wouldn't refuse to save someone in need, would you?"
Seeing Tushan Jing Ci's state, Xiao Mo sighed inwardly. "Then... please excuse my impertinence."
He slowly knelt, carefully lifting her small foot and resting it on his knee. Then, he reached out and gently slipped off her embroidered shoe.
Her fair, delicate toes were revealed, each one like a lustrous grain of rice.
The pale skin of her instep held a translucent fairness, tinged with a faint, rosy blush.
Her full heel and the fine skin of her sole curved together into a perfect, gentle arch.
