Ji Qingzhou had discovered his strange fetish a long time ago, but it was something too embarrassing to talk about, so he would never tell anyone. When he looked at other people's feet, he would do so secretly and discreetly.
What the original owner was most proud of was not her figure, nor her stunning beauty, but her feet.
The original owner was taller than the average girl, and they did not have the custom of foot binding, but even so, the original owner's feet were still small, exquisite and extremely beautiful.
Wan Ge reached out and pulled him up, and Ji Qingzhou fell directly onto the bed, his gaze still fixed on Wan Ge's feet.
Wan Ge slightly withdrew her foot, then took his hand and placed it on her foot: "Don't you want to touch it?"
Ji Qingzhou instinctively grasped it, but dared not use too much force.
"Do you like it?" Wan Ge brought her head close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his ear.
Ji Qingzhou's heart was pounding so fast that he nodded subconsciously. He didn't understand why this girl knew, but at this moment he just wanted to sink into despair, regardless of what he would have to face when he woke up the next day.
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When Ji Qingzhou regained consciousness the next day, she was still thinking about how to face herself and what to say, but when she reached for the person next to her, there was no one there.
Her bracelet was still on the bed. If it weren't for this bracelet, Ji Qingzhou would have even doubted whether she was dreaming.
Ji Qingzhou got up and looked back at the red stain on the bed. Even if he was naive, he understood what had happened yesterday. He had shared a bed with a woman and ruined her chastity. But where had she gone?
Just then, there was a rapid knocking at the door. Ji Qingzhou quickly took away the bed sheets, straightened her clothes, and finally opened the door, looking at the anxious person standing there: "What happened?"
The others looked at Ji Qingzhou and exchanged bewildered glances before finally speaking: "Young Master Ji, the Feixing Sword has been stolen."
The two disciples who were originally guarding the sword were killed last night. They only discovered this when they went to check on the sword this morning.
"Damn it! It must be the work of a cult; they must have stolen the sword," one of the men muttered.
Ji Qingzhou recalled the woman in exotic clothing who appeared in his room yesterday. So... so she appeared in his room and did this to him just to confuse him?
Ji Qingzhou clenched her fists tightly at her sides, unable to believe that she had been used like this.
"Young Master Ji, what are you thinking about?" Ji Qingzhou's room was actually the furthest from the crime scene, so they didn't hear anything. Even if Ji Qingzhou was highly skilled in martial arts, he might not have heard anything.
What they need to do now is figure out how to get the sword back. This sword absolutely cannot fall into the hands of the demon, otherwise the world will surely descend into chaos.
Ji Qingzhou shook his head, his mind filled with what had happened with Wan Ge yesterday.
"Let's go back and discuss this with the Alliance Leader." We're not far from the Martial Alliance; it'll only take another day at most to get there.
"I agree with what Elder Qingfeng said," the others echoed.
Ji Qingzhou responded with a cool, indifferent "hmm."
They headed towards the Martial Arts Alliance, and as they passed through a grove of trees, they heard a woman calling for help.
Next, we saw a woman dressed in plain clothes and wearing a veil being chased by two masked men in black.
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