"Of course it's serious. I'm bleeding. Also, I only bought cheap rip-offs because of your stinginess. You don't give me any money. So what can I do but buy cheap rip-offs?" Yan Qingsi complained as she lifted her legs and placed them on Yue Tingfeng's lap.
"Sure. I'll buy you some. And you'll be able to buy a pair of shoes for every day of the week." He raised Yan Qingsi's leg for inspection and found that quite a few serious blisters peppered her soles. The blood had dried and scabbed over. It was painful to look at the wounds.
Both anger and hurt stabbed Yue Tingfeng's heart. "You idiot. You wear heels when you work, but will you die if you don't wear them when you're not?"
Yan Qingsi rolled her eyes. "You don't get it. I don't have confidence if I don't wear heels out of the house."
