Wen Mo remained silent, and after a slight hesitation, he felt it was nothing out of the ordinary.

It's just helping someone put on socks. We've already done more outrageous things, so what's a little more?

He shook his head dismissively and slowly squatted down in front of Xia Lian. Underneath were very girly cat-head plush slippers, the first gift Wen Mo had given her.

“You’ve become bad too,” Wen Mo murmured.

“No, I haven’t gone bad.” Xia Lian shook her head, her expression serious. “I’m very well-behaved.”

"Good girl my foot." Wen Mo shook his head with a smile, and then a small, white foot was held in his palm. Perhaps because the girl often took baths, the intoxicating fragrance in the air was intoxicating.

The smooth touch and the silky feel of a baby's skin.

However, he didn't forget the important matter. He used his other hand to hold the socks and slowly put them on from the inside out, carefully reminding, "You need to put them on now."

I can feel the touch I imagined, and I can clearly feel my hand holding this little foot trembling a little.

Looking at the tiny foot in his hand, Wen Mo couldn't help but tighten his grip. He could clearly feel the little foot trembling slightly, then swaying from the ankle to the calf and thigh. It felt like he was holding a lively, silvery-white fish, making him want to hold it even tighter.

Xia Lian parted her pink lips slightly, her breath seeming to skip a beat. The strange feeling on her feet made her feel a little uncomfortable all over, yet she couldn't refuse.

"It's a little itchy..."