Weilan and Lu Hechen eyed each other, both stunned, staring at one another for quite a while.
When they both realized what was happening, Weilan abruptly came back to her senses and said in a low voice with embarrassment, "Okay, let me go now."
Lu Hechen also realized something and nodded hastily, "Yeah, I'll put on your shoes for you."
Her delicate, pretty, and fair little feet in his palm were so charming that he really didn't want to let go.
Lu Hechen held Weilan's foot with one hand and took a sock with the other, gently slipping it on for her. After the socks were on, he picked up a pair of white shoes and put them on Weilan.
His movements were incredibly tender, as if he was handling a porcelain doll, with utmost gentleness.
Something soft stirred in Weilan's heart, an unusual emotion surfacing.
Feeling a bit embarrassed, she quickly turned her face away.
And then she met Qiao Jingchen's gaze.
