Lu Xiaoyou sat on the chair, watching Long Xiliang crouch down in front of her.
The man from the Long Family who stood at the pinnacle of Beijing's elite, now bowed his head in front of her.
Her gaze fell upon the top of his head, observing the sharp, cold hardness of his furrowed brows as he looked down, the distinct angular lines over his cheekbones.
He held Lu Xiaoyou's slender ankle and slid the high heel on, his actions embodying the word "gentle".
Lu Xiaoyou asked, "Why did you suddenly want to put on my shoes for me?"
"Don't you like it?" Long Xiliang responded.
Lu Xiaoyou thought, since when did she enjoy having others put shoes on for her?
Soon she remembered, during the assault that afternoon, she had stolen a few glances at Yan Nanxun taking off Hou Tingfu's shoes – glimpses that Long Xiliang had caught.
After he fit the shoes onto her, he stood up, turned his head, and looked toward the airplane cabin door.
