After a moment of silence, Wang Mu made his move.
He slightly lifted the hem of her skirt, but instead of untying it on either side, he pushed it upward, revealing her ankles.
He removed her shoes and undid her silk stockings.
Her toes were delicate as jade, appearing in his vision like plump lotus shoots.
The vivid, blood-red toenails, shining with an unearthly light, reflected Wang Mu's silent face. The faint blue veins on the top of her foot added a touch of delicate beauty to these indescribably slender feet.
However, only Wang Mu knew that a kick from these jade feet could probably kill him.
They looked beautiful, yet contained terrifying power, an unimaginable presence.
"…" Wang Mu.
"You just lift it like that?" Mu Hongyuan said calmly. "Such a beautiful dress—to only uncover a corner, isn't that a pity?"
"It's enough for washing feet," Wang Mu replied.
Mu Hongyuan remained silent, simply watching.
