"Master, do you think my feet are pretty?"
"Come on, say something. Compared to Mistress, aren't my little feet prettier?"
The young woman sat on the edge of the bed, propping up her smooth calves and wiggling her feet, which were as nimble as little white rabbits.
Her glistening eyes narrowed, resembling a pair of expressive crescent moons.
Pei Yuhang was speechless, unwilling to waste his breath on this rebellious disciple.
He applied pressure with his fingers, jabbing sharply into the sole of the foot he was massaging.
"Ah!"
The young woman cried out in surprise. She felt a strangely pleasurable ache shoot up from her tailbone, sending shivers through her entire body. She began to writhe on the bed, first arching her back like a carp, then curling up like a shrimp, as if she'd been electrocuted.
"Master, you're so petty! We've been living so intimately for almost ten days... You get this upset just because I mentioned Mistress! Can't you take a joke?"
