Fu Ting's Trap (3)

"Be good and don't move!" Cen Juan held Fu Ting's restless foot tightly and hooked her foot with his fingertip." Brother needs to check you again before you're better.""

He looked at her seriously. His eyes were deep and his pupils seemed to be dyed with light. He was flirting with her without any restraint.

For some reason, Fu Ting felt her mouth go dry and her toes curled up.

It was as if she was possessed, and she actually allowed him to massage her.

The man was wearing a white shirt and looked like a spotless young master.

Because she was close, she could feel his breath and the dazzling fragrance of plants on his body.

Such a superior man was squatting in front of her and massaging her feet.

The man's palm was very hot, as if it was burning her skin. The places he passed by felt numb. It slowly moved up from the soles of her feet to her calves.