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Qin Ying let out a yelp as if she'd burned her hand and quickly withdrew it. Her mind was swimming in chaos—no, no, this was getting out of hand. If things kept on this way, shit was gonna hit the fan.
In a fluster, Qin Ying said, "That's enough, Song. I—I'm going back to my room. It's time for work."
Qin Ying said, standing up to leave.
But Song Tian gripped her ankle tightly and said with a look of hurt, "Auntie, you wounded me and now you're just walking away? You're so cold-hearted."
"I—I... but you can't ask me to rub it with my hand, I am, I am Shiyu's mother!"
The moment the words left her mouth, she was nearly drowned in a sea of shame, and yet, a peculiar thrill made her tremble.
With her foot in his grasp, Song Tian said, "If Auntie won't use her hands, then maybe a foot massage would do, right? It's all its fault for kicking me so hard!"
As he spoke, Song Tian planted a kiss on her white sock-clad foot.