Lin Qingqian's breathing froze. She looked down at his well-defined fingers holding her feet. The faint warmth on his fingertips seemed to be seeping into her skin and flowing into her blood.
Actually, this was not the first time Jiang Yanshen had put on shoes for her.
She still remembered that when she was in her third year of university, she had walked for an entire day and her feet were covered in blisters. She took the opportunity to call Jiang Yanshen and pestered him to pick her up.
After her classmates had left, she waited alone at the school gate for a long, long time, thinking that he would not come. Just as she was about to cry, Jiang Yanshen got out of the car and stared at her feet. He said that she deserved it.
With that, he squatted down in front of her and helped her take off her sneakers. He threw them into the trash can and carried her into the car.
The grievance in her heart instantly dissipated with his actions.
