In the car, Jing Yan kept the heater on, afraid that He Miao would feel cold.
He placed her in the back seat of the car, closed the door, turned on the lights in the car, and reached out to grab her feet.
"I can do it myself." He Miao took off her tiresome high heels, and only then did she feel relaxed.
The ten-centimeter high heels looked dazzling, but it was actually a torture to wear.
"Let me see." Jing Yan carefully held her toes. When he saw the blisters on her ankles, his heart ached so much that his eyes turned red.
"Are you an idiot? Your feet hurt, but you don't know how to change your shoes." Jing Yan furrowed his brows and checked her other foot, cursing the student who provided the costume in his heart.
"I'm fine, it's just a blister. I'll be fine after some rest." As He Miao consoled him, she hid her feet under his skirt, refusing to let him see them again.
