Ji Qingzhou touched her head and finally told her in a low, hoarse voice not to move.

Wan Ge immediately stopped moving, but a triumphant smile appeared on her face.

Ji Qingzhou was furious and bit her face, but he didn't bite hard.

"Don't bite me and ruin my face, it won't look good." Wan Ge knew that the other party wouldn't really hurt her, he was just joking with her. As soon as she finished speaking, Ji Qingzhou let go and even reached out to touch her face, as if he was really afraid that she might accidentally hurt her.

Wan Ge finally closed her eyes quietly, nestled in his arms, and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.

Ji Qingzhou's fingertips rested on the ends of her hair, and he gently closed his eyes. In her, Ji Qingzhou found a sense of security he had never felt before.

…

Ji Qingzhou could remember that his mother had passed away long ago, and although his father treated him very well, he was a stern and unsmiling man.

No one ever mentioned his mother, perhaps because no one dared to bring up his father's painful past.

Ji Qingzhou never knew why he was so fond of women's feet, and he could never easily take his eyes off them.

However, women of this era generally did not easily let others see this, and Ji Qingzhou had very few opportunities to catch a glimpse of it unintentionally.

Ji Qingzhou was unaware that the only time she had physical contact with her mother after birth was when she touched her mother's foot while waving her little hands around trying to grab something.

Ji Qingzhou's mother was originally a martial artist, born into a martial arts family. Women like her did not have the custom of foot binding, and she also had a pair of very beautiful feet.

Ji Qingzhou always felt that there was something wrong with his mental state. He knew he shouldn't act that way, but he couldn't help himself.

He knew very well that this was not the behavior of a gentleman, so he had always been extremely conflicted. Until Wan Ge appeared.

The other party's initiative left him completely defenseless. And since she made the first move, Ji Qingzhou no longer felt like he was being perverted.

…

When Wan Ge woke up in the morning, Ji Qingzhou was no longer in the room. Looking at everything before her, this utterly unfamiliar place, and pondering her next move, she heard a knock at the door.

When Wan Ge opened the door, she saw a young woman standing there. The woman was dressed as a maid and was holding a basin filled with clean, warm water.

"Miss, you're awake. I'm here to help you wash up. You can call me A-Liu. I'll be serving you during your stay at Qingliu Manor." A-Liu Wan had a faint smile on her face, looking very obedient, unless one noticed the fleeting hint of smugness in her eyes.

"Miss A-Liu, please come in." Wan Ge pretended not to know anything and welcomed the girl into her room.

While helping Wan Ge wash up, A Liu's gaze fell on Wan Ge's feet, and she said, "You must be a martial artist, young lady. I don't think you have bound feet."

Wan Ge's feet did look quite small, but they were much larger than those of women who had bound feet.

Wan Ge's gaze also fell on A Liu's feet: "Didn't Miss A Liu not bind her feet either?"

Wan Ge sighed softly and then slowly said, "Most young ladies who can bind their feet are from noble families. How can ordinary and poor people like me learn from the noble ladies of the royal city?"

Women who are usually engaged in manual labor generally do not bind their feet, unless their families hope that she can marry into a wealthy family.