An Unusual Identity
When the man's fingers brushed over her ankle bone, Ye Shengge's heart suddenly tightened, and she instinctively retorted, "Where am I too thin? My figure is just fine."
Hearing her words, Fu Yushen raised an eyebrow in a leisurely manner. His gaze swept inch by inch across her body as if it had substance, the kind of gaze that could wear down one's nerves, making it difficult to resist the scorching heat in his eyes.
Ye Shengge's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, she didn't know how to position her hands and feet properly. However, he casually nodded and said, "Indeed, it's very good."
Ye Shengge muttered, "..."
"Where are you looking?" the man asked.
Ye Shengge's face immediately turned red, and it felt like a deer was jumping around in her chest. Her ankle was still being held by the man, and she felt as if a weak electric current was running through the area he was holding, making it tingle and itch.