190 Comic Sense (1)_3
"..." What could Chi Yue say?
"Thank you!"
She silently wiped her feet.
Fearing the fastidious Mr. Qiao would find fault, she didn't even spare her little toes.
Qiao Dongyang turned his head and happened to see her wiping her small feet, his gaze flickered momentarily before he hurriedly looked away, pretending to straighten his clothes.
Most of the time, the body is more honest than the mouth.
When leaving the inn, Qiao Dongyang verbally chastised Chi Yue, saying she showered like it was a battle, so quickly that it was unbecoming of a girl, but his body felt uncomfortably as if branded with a mark. A strong sense of excitement caused him to suffer from insomnia that night, tossing and turning in the rough tent, unable to sleep as the image of those petite and delicate feet, and that one drop of water slipping into them, kept flashing through his mind...
He was thinking about the direction of the water drop.
Where had it gone?
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