The Master's feet were smooth and tender, like a poached egg, softly brushing against his calf, allowing Lu Jin'an to distinctly feel the slippery, delicate beauty of her arch, her alluring curves, and her tender, rounded heel.
They were like soft-boiled goose eggs, oozing tenderness.
The Senior Sister's silky feet were white and slender, like translucent fine porcelain, tender beyond compare, with a trace of coolness, more refreshing than ice cream in the hot summer, and more smooth and delicate.
Meanwhile, Nanzhi's jade-like feet encased in Luo Socks were dainty and soft, as if boneless, with a line of crystal-clear nails protruding slightly from the toes. Every now and then, they would squeeze his leg, and the soft, silky touch unmistakably marked them as the epitome of earthly beauty.
After all, if her legs looked so good in white silk, how could the feet be anything less?
