He didn't say much, but reached out and gently took off her cloth shoes and pulled her socks down a bit.
Because of the previous burns, Zhou Qiqi's feet were unnaturally white, and the redness around her ankles was unusually noticeable.
"The kick was still too light..."
Shen Huaichuan's expression darkened, and he lowered his head and said something.
Then he turned around, took out a tube of safflower oil from the drawer, unscrewed the cap, poured some into his palm, rubbed it to warm it, and gently massaged it onto Zhou Qiqi's ankle.
"Is there anything else that's bothering you? What about your other foot?"
As he rubbed her feet, he looked up and asked, then pulled Zhou Qiqi's other foot over as well, taking off her shoes and socks, and gently holding her toes in his large hand.
It was already autumn, and the room was a bit chilly, but his palms were warm. The contrast between the hot and cold palms made Zhou Qiqi feel a little itchy, and she couldn't help but want to pull away.
"I'm not that delicate. I'm really fine..."
As she spoke, she reached out and pushed against his chest.
"If you ask me, you're the one who should be checked. Your injury hasn't fully healed yet, but you're still trying to be competitive and win first place. Let me see if you've gotten any new injuries."
Her touch was gentle, yet it felt like it carried an electric current, making Chen Huaichuan tense all over.
He grabbed her hand in return, his rough fingertips slowly caressing the back of her delicate hand, his eyes glued to her face.
Zhou Qiqi's cheeks flushed even more from his gaze. She tried to pull her hand away, but he held it even tighter.
Shen Huaichuan leaned forward slightly, his gaze falling on her lips, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window, casting a warm and ambiguous glow on the two of them.
The surroundings were so quiet that only the two of them could hear their increasingly heavy breathing and their thunderous heartbeats.
Shen Huaichuan raised his other hand, his calloused fingertips gently brushing against her cheek.
His fingertips finally rested on her chin, and with the gentlest of all the force, he lifted it up slightly.
Zhou Qiqi did not dodge. Her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings as she slowly closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly, as if making a silent invitation.
She could feel his hot breath getting closer and closer, carrying a strong masculine hormone.
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