In the private room, Xiu Xin and Asai Ayumi sat side by side, with Iihara Nishi sitting across the table.
"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law?" Asai Ayumi passed the menu to her, calling out twice before Iihara Nishi snapped back to reality, forced a smile, and said, "You two can order, I'm not picky."
"Then you order," Xiu Xin smiled slightly at Asai Ayumi and extended his foot from under the tablecloth to hook Iihara Nishi's delicate foot onto his lap.
Iihara Nishi was feeling restless and had no mind for these things. She glanced at Xiu Xin, trying to retract her foot, but Xiu Xin held her ankle.
The thin flesh-colored stockings felt extremely delicate to the touch.
Iihara Nishi had no choice but to proficiently give him a foot massage, but her thoughts drifted off once again, her feet moving mechanically.
Don't ask her how she can multitask.
No other reason, just practice makes perfect.
During the meal, Iihara Nishi was also absent-minded.
