"Having my toes separated like that is terrifying, my toes still feel kind of cramped....."
"There, there..... you don't need to cosplay Louis XVI."
Ah Qing yanked off the split-toe socks, shrank back onto the bed, cupping and rubbing her feet with both hands, still shaken as she looked at the black sheer split-toe socks lying on the floor.
"Damn you, Xiaolan!"
Cheeks puffed up in anger, Ah Qing lifted her hand and gave Huhu's butt a slap, protesting his refusal to save her.
"What was I supposed to do? It's not like I have hands...." Ansheng comfortably arched his butt a little, stretched out his front legs in a long lazy stretch, and said with an innocent face:
"You can't seriously expect me to hold it in my mouth, right? Come on, this is real life, can we at least talk hygiene!"
"Online it's all 'goddess feet, goddess feet', then offline everyone's pinching their nose going, 'Ugh, reeks'."
The Little Fox looked righteously indignant, quoting "sources" as he refuted Ah Qing.
