Through the thin cotton fabric, Shen Yuan could feel the subtle warmth and softness of the skin beneath.
He suppressed the frantic fluttering in his chest and the heat surging through him, his fingertips pressing with extreme gentleness onto the center of her sock-clad sole.
Shen Yuan's movements were deliberate. The pads of his fingers traced light, even circles over the sock, mimicking the massage techniques he recalled from memory as he slowly kneaded from her arch toward her heel.
Holding his breath, Shen Yuan focused all his attention on the small area beneath his fingertips. His touch was so light he seemed afraid of disturbing something. It was less a massage and more a cherished, delicate caress.
Beneath his touch, Li Zhi's foot gave an almost imperceptible tremble, and the calf muscle resting on the edge of the bed tensed for a brief moment.
