From the thigh to the calf, when the time was about right, Zhou Wang smoothly picked up her foot and reached to take off those black flats.
"Wait, wait a minute..."
Qu Peining awoke with a start by instinct, but it was already a bit too late to stop him. Zhou Wang swiftly took off her shoes and then, with lightning speed, pulled off those somewhat adorably cute cotton socks.
Accompanied by a "whoosh whoosh" sound, a pair of feet, tinged with a hint of pink and having nowhere to hide, was exposed.
"You..."
Qu Peining's face flushed crimson, shrinking away trying to dodge, but Zhou Wang gave her a surprised look.
"Anyway, your shoes and socks are all wet, you wouldn't want not to wash your feet, right?"
How should one respond to such a comment about not wanting to wash feet?
Qu Peining was momentarily speechless and could only shrink her head back, turning it aside, and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito's, "...Then hurry up."
Of course, I... can't hurry up.
