"Ah... Brother Su, you..."
Though Sun Yumeng had kissed Su Weifeng a few times before, she hadn't experienced other forms of intimacy with him, especially having her little feet toyed with by him now, which brought a surge of embarrassment.
Just as she thought to pull her foot back, she suddenly noticed something unusual about Su Weifeng. He was completely still, as if he had entered a certain state.
"No way? It's just touching my foot, and it's so dirty. How can he still..."
At this moment, Sun Yumeng felt somewhat confused. She knew very well the conditions for Su Weifeng to enter that state: one was being emotionally moved, and the other was physical touch stimulation.
Yet, Su Weifeng had achieved both criteria just by holding her foot, which she found utterly unbelievable.
"Oh no, I haven't even washed my feet yet. I've been wearing shoes all day today, and I even went up the mountain, walking so much. Who knows how dirty they are."
