She ended up pressed down onto the sofa, Qiao Jing somewhat helpless, planning to get up when a pair of large hands seized her exposed ankles.
Qiao Jing instinctively wanted to retract her feet, but the hands, callused slightly, made her feel a ticklish sensation.
In Chinese culture, a man's head and a woman's feet are not to be casually touched, and although Qiao Jing was independent and strong, taking care of herself in all matters, she was after all a woman.
At this moment, the hands holding her ankles had a very strong presence.
Zhan Qipei's hands were very large, taking off her shoes with ease, he effortlessly lifted her foot into his palm.
Qiao Jing wiggled her toes, trying to pull back, but her foot was trapped in the cradle of his hand, unable to move.
After several attempts, she gave up; Zhan Qipei simply didn't give her any chance to withdraw them.